1. Ground Zero. New Delhi. 0000 km.
Zero Hour. A group of studs outside the Shalom nightclub, drunk, perhaps stoned, clearly elated, leap into a revving Opel Astra. "YESSSSSS!" is the answer to ‘Are you happy?’ "Only if this city rocked all night," screams one leather-jacket dude, as they speed away into the darkness.
2. Jaipur. 0270 km.
Geeta, 13, dances to folk music inside a hip, heritage hotel. She looks happy. Especially when the firangs thrust dollar bills into her little hands. Look closer, there’s only pain. "I hate my life. The hotel takes away all the money." At Bapu Bazaar, a blonde in a tie-and-dye saree tucks in golgappas "India gives me shanty, you know." She means shanti, I later realise.