Pheroze, is that you? Gosh, you had me a tad worried there; I thought you were a vandal or a thug. What’s with those coloured spectacles...my goodness that really is you?” Lady Flora was flummoxed at her companion, Sir PM’s choice of eyewear as they exchanged pleasantries for their Sunday meeting at Horniman Circle Garden. Something big must have resulted in this look for her conservative friend, she thought.
 
“Clearly, you aren’t a fan,” Sir PM sighed. “I was hoping for some support. I am not very good with these kinds of choices,” he continued. “Pheroze, how silly of you; all you had to do was ask. I would have gladly accompanied you to Lawrence & Mayo. It’s just a hop away,” remarked Lady Flora. “May I ask why this radical shift from your sedate bespectacled look? It doesn’t suit your respectable personality, if you must know.”

Sir PM promptly removed his shades and kept them safely in a case. “Well, it all began a while ago. The unpredictable lighting for VT wasn’t helping my sinuses that flared up for the first time after 1933. And to compound matters my own former office decided to join in the jamboree so it worsened matters. But that wasn’t all. About two months ago, when I was in Dadar for cousin Sohrab’s birthday, I spotted these installations and other inexplicable street architecture that I felt didn’t help citizens in any way. Besides, I noticed lights that were wrapped around tree trunks and in other places, I noticed lights were used to dress up the canopies –more of an eyesore and less of the festival vibe; what about the wastage of electricity that can be used for more vital needs?” Sir PM exclaimed.