S.M.S.A.T.
(This manuscript of mine,written in mid eighties, was found recently while sifting through my old papers.Being reproduced without any edit not to dilute its sanctity) S.M.S.A.T. So here I was at the bus stand, having just arrived from Hospet, all set to embark upon another trip (within the city) which was in no way easier than the one I had just completed. With the little luggage I had, I gingerly approached an autorickshaw. My conversation with the auto-rickshaw driver went like this:- I- Sir,are in a mood to go to some place? AD-(Auto Driver) Wel...