It's like a modern day version of Captain Ahab's quest for the white whale Moby Dick. But ickier. A whole lot ickier and much more intriguing.
Sam Miller, BBC's former South Asia correspondent, has been obsessed with finding a man "whose dexterity and gall [he] admires beyond reason," ... the New Delhi Poo Squirter:
I was in Connaught Place, in the heart of New Delhi, and as I emerged from an underpass a shoe-shine man came up to me, and whispered into my ear.
He then pointed at my right shoe on which sat, to my amazement, a small worm of brownish goo. He offered to wipe it off, but I knew that something was, well, afoot, and cleaned my shoe with a few leaves.
Some months later it happened again and I had a minor altercation with the shoe-shine man. Then one day, I decided I would take a photograph of the person who squirted my shoe. But I was daydreaming as I wandered through the underpass and was squirted again.