As I was driving by in the AC comfort of the car listening to FM .I suddenly saw a man holding on to a wooden pole with all his might .It was leaning across the 40 ft.electric pole .I craned my neck to see and the scene will always remain etched in my memory .Tied to the pole with a rope was another man , a bucket of paint tied to his waist and he was painting the pole with a cloth wrapped in his hand .So the life of the painter was in the hands of the puny labourer holding on to the pole .Ido not think I can describe the poignant scene .It really shook me up .How can we say we are a developed or even a developing nation if in the capital of the country we still use such primitive means .Whosoever was responsible for getting the poles painted should be punished for this inhumanity.I wish I had a camera that day as I have not been able to express the stark inhumanity and indignity of that scene . I think the country could be called developed or even developing when the worker at the lowest rung is well looked after .