
One morning I was in a big hurry to get to the hospital. A big hurry. Such a big hurry that when I went to open the last padlock (that's the last of 3) on the sliding gate that closes the entrance to my building I used the wrong key. And by used I mean shoved into the keyhole and wrenched around so much so that it got stuck. In the closed position. I know the pictures aren't that clear, or even very interesting, I just wanted to illustrate the range of people who came by to look at the foreigners who had trapped themselves in their own building and were now desperately shouting for help. There's Manik, in the Gandhi Topi hat, who tried to saw off the padlock. There was a whole slew of children who tried various methods of removing the key and of course the compulsory rock bashing method.

Finally Suryam (in the baseball cap) arrived with a sledgehammer, which didn't break the lock, but removed the part of the gate that attached the lock. Miracle of miracles we were able to have the key removed from the lock and the gate happened to have another spot to attach the padlock, so in the end it was kind of hard to tell anything had happened at all. Oh India.
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