On last Wednesday, I skipped school in the afternoon and went Gagal with Hari to fix his car.  There were few maintenance things he had to do and mechanics nearby screwed him up last time.  At the shop, a mechanics pulled driver and passenger seats and the engine was right underneath.  No wonder my ass got so warm after riding in his car for long period.

It was always fascinating to watch how they fix things in India.  Also, it was fun to see how Hari's car was put together.  He fixed his doors, changed oil and spark plugs, adjusted breaks and got some cosmetic parts.  At the end, Hari paid the bills with a sad expression on his face.  At least his car was happy!

On the way home, we stopped by at the marked and picked up rice, flour, lentil, sugar and vegetables.  He spent so much money on that day that he said we needed to get drunk a little.  We picked up some tandoori chicken and a ¼ bottle whiskey and went home.  As they say in India, "When the water passes nose, it doesn't matter how high it gets."  Cheers to that!