But driving along Calcutta's garbage-piled, ill-lit, narrow streets with fancy British names reminiscent of Hong Kong, one can only wonder at the skill of its drivers. Buses still slope dangerously to one side, the overcrowded side near the door. And the chivalrous conductor's "janana uthrega" (women getting off) announcement is still blissfully heard. Eve-teasers would get lynched by male passengers. Calcutta's bus and car drivers always flee after an accident if they wish to remain alive, no matter whose fault it was.