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Buses in Jamshedpur allowed only ladies to sit on the right of the aisle while the ones towards the left were open to all. The only way to circumvent this restriction was to be seated on the last row, which was gender agnostic. Of course, the driver's seating was also an exception.

 

I invariably sit on the left to this day.

Comments

Anonymous said…
O Jampot, I miss thee :-)
Anonymous said…
Was it like this, really? Ladies on the right of the aisle? And which right? When you are facing the driver or when you are facing the back seat?
Deepanjan said…
Whoa?!!
Facing direction of motion.

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