BULLSTRUCK Travelling in a crowded DTC bus, I happened to notice a slogan painted on the curve where the roof meets the side. “Untouchability is a crime against Man and God” it read. Whoever had put up that slogan needn’t have worried; I couldn’t have practiced untouchability even if I’d wanted to. An angular bony gentleman was “touching” my midriff with his elbow and a rather corpulent lady was “touching” my left big toe with sole of her Kohlapuri chappal . Though national solidarity is a desirable goal, I wished I wasn’t so “touchable” or in such intimate physical contact with my fellow citizens. I was luckier than most, having acquired standing room inside the bus, many of my fellow commuters were doing a Spiderman imitation in the doorways. The aforementioned gaunt gent livened up the journey and not just with his funny bone applied strategically against my solar plexus. He was dressed in an Edwardian toff’s outfit from the waist up and below that a diaphanous dho...