He who shall remain nameless

13 July

At Fategarh Sahib, two women in our group were pick-pocketed. After a brief search of the crowded gurdwara (Sikh temple) we just come out of - good for the mind, useless in practice – we went to the office of the manager. Video cameras were in place all over the complex and within the gurdwara. With some difficulty we managed to rewind and review the security tapes but without any success. Apologetic, the manager offered us a private air-conditioned room to rest and then invited us into a meeting hall for the SGPC (Sikh gurdwara governing body) and presented us with langar (free meal).

After eating, He who shall remain nameless used the restroom attached to the SGPC hall and was overcome with the Chandigarh chits. Without toilet paper and only a bucket of water, He was desperate. Chit was everywhere and He was in a foreign land. Then He spotted it, the terry cloth towel for wiping one’s hand and face at the sink. Yes, He who shall remain nameless used the SGPC hand towel to cleanse himself of chit.