Srinagar, Jan. 8 -- The Count! The first day of the count was an exercise in shock. I sat at my kitchen as the evening light began to fade, my notebook open before me. I had spent the day as a silent observer of my own life, a hawk watching for the shimmer of polythene. The results were not merely surprising but they were an indictment.It had started with the morning routine bag. Then came the breakfast (10pm Tea Time) items from the small grocery at the corner, a second bag for the eggs and a third for the small packet of butter and shermaal. In the afternoon, my niece had returned from the market with the evening's vegetables. She had brought five separate bags - one for the potatoes, one for the greens, one for the onions, one for the ...