THERE is nothing pleasant about the weather this time of the year in what used to be a pleasant city of nawabs. It is hot and humid; the filthy streets are crammed with honking cars, trucks, scooters and monstrous auto-rickshaws; and, every available square inch of free space is occupied by garish billboards advertising a host of goods and services. "Be man not woman to your wife." This billboard, put up by the owner of a sex clinic bang across the railway station, is ostensibly aimed at English-speaking residents of the city. Apart from casting aspersions on the manliness of Lakhnawis, it raises serious doubts about the quality of English taught at the English-medium schools which have begun to proliferate like mushrooms in muck and which, I am told, cost an arm and a leg in tuition fees alone.