The Man from Madras Musings has certain fixed routes by which he goes every day and while doing so he never fails to observe what are often referred to as posses of policemen at two locations – one at a garden that contains the residence of a late Chief Minister and the other a consulate belonging to the country that is considered by many to be the Ultimate Stupendous Abode, at least to judge by the number of people queuing up for visas every day. 380 more words