Amongst seasoned Derby goers, a freewilly like me felt discomfort beneath my feet, as i waited for my 'very' punctual friend (much like me ;) ) to join me.
The oval green tracks made me want to run on it (ofcourse u're not allowed to step on it!).
Well-groomed ladies and all men in suit, prim and proper, sipped on vine as the city cast spells of a scorching summer to come ( yes, I reiterate, the men were in suit and tie too).
The long wait ends as my friend walks in, in formals sans suit.
Some members take notice and raise objection to him not wearing a suit.
Now, March is no time for a 'winter' Derby, definitely not in India atleast!
And that's the kind of a post-colonial shadow we live in. Its called winter derby, and be it pleasant or scorching hot, you've gotta be in a suit!
Hail Britishers! We got our freedom, but we still cant think on our own.
Len Deighton - The Bernard Samson series
9 months ago