One of my fondest memories of Christchurch is of an incident during my visit in 2006. The city wasn’t ruined by earthquake then. On a public bus a teenage school girl said to me, “You look like Mr Bean.” I was stunned. Just to convince myself that I heard it correct I asked the girl, “You mean Rowan Atkinson?” She nodded. I didn’t take that incident seriously until about a year later when in India a distant niece Sreeja called me ‘Mr Bean mama’. Now an eight year old would speak straight from her heart I thought. That’s when this alleged resemblance became part of my subconscious.