Indian? Not Indian?

I've been trying to think of a quintessencial India moment to write about but I really haven't had any since I've been back. On Saturday I went to get my hair cut/colored. The color came out surprisingly well (ususally it looks bizarrely red because they aren't used to lighter hair) but the cut I'm still trimming every morning. Not particularly Indian.

I met with with my friends Aditya and Manavi at this furniture farm (it's enormous and is at a farm house) to pick up my TV stand. We went a few weeks back and I found one I liked - most of their stuff is heavy old Indian Raj-looking furniture like the living room table I bought last time - but it was painted green floral. So I asked if they could make me that one in just plain wood. Aditya negotiated the price for me because my whiteness tends to increase it. I was all excited about having a place to put my TV but I forgot that in India nothing is ever ready when they say it will be. They hadn't cut the hole in the back for the electrical cords to go through. Sorta Indian.

That night a bunch of friends came over for New Years. Not too indian as we ate Pizza Hut pizza, pepsi, bacardi breeze and kingfisher (ooh that's indian). We were a bunch of pathetically over tired people but it was fun none-the-less. Not so indian.

Sunday the TV stand was delivered. Yippee.

Yesterday it rained, which surprised me. I forgot that it sometimes rains even when it's not monsoon season. Then on my way home from work we (office driver and me) hit a horrible traffic jam within view of my house. A traffic light was out and everybody just drove into the center of the intersection so NO ONE could move. Half an hour to go about 15 feet. That was pretty Indian.

My guard service started last night. My night guard is named Lal Singh, I couldn't understand what the day guard said his name was. They each sit on a chair outside my house for 12 hours. I imagine they are asleep for the majority of the time. Definitely Indian.