Jaipur diary (Literature festival)

I love the chair wars. When there are 2000 people and 500 chairs us respectable middle class folks reveal our not so respectable side. Never do we raise our voice or create a public scene during the subtle scramble for seats. We instead deploy the Raised Eyebrow. We mutter spitefully under our breath. Biting remarks loud enough for the occupant to hear. disgusted head shakes. Nasty hisses in the ear. Underhand tactics.