By Meera Vohra Chaos can be beautiful, this insight dawns on you, only when you come to Banaras. For an outsider it is quite daunting to see every kind of vehicle making an appearance on the road, at times quite sudden and at the most inappropriate moment.  The city moves at its languid pace but once on the road everyone seems to be in a hurry. Constant honking, two- wheelers trying to scrape through spaces, giving every pedestrian a nightmarish experience, is what the Banarasi roads appear until you decide to take an autorickshaw to commute and the driver turns out to be rather chatty.  Even the most bottle necks, as the city boasts of many, may appear a rather smooth sailing affair, as the driver will keep you engaged in a conversation in which the passenger is reduced to a passive listener.   Who will win the elections this time?  Is enough of a catalyst to spark a conversation that meanders to everything under the sun. Gauging whether the passenger is a loca...