Twelfth

The rickshaw wallahs must be must be making a killing from this rain whereas the shoe shine wallahs must be hating it. The chai-wallahs too. I really didn't expect weather like this but I suppose if you stay anywhere for a while you'll see a variety of different conditions. It rained so hard last night in the hotel and was so unexpected that when people heard the sound from the roof they came out of their rooms and assumed there was some terrible accident happening. Hopefully this rain will clear the fog that's been hanging over us for three days.
I met an Israeli-American guy at the restaurant last night who was doing a PhD in tax law. I couldn't think of anything worse but he said that there was a lot of variety in it and it didn't wear one out as much as the other types did. Sounded terribly boring to me. But he did make a good point about the freedom of advanced study and how it allows people to, say, take three weeks out to go to India.
Am eating bananas to make me well. This bunch (plus six more) cost me 66p.

Edit: tonight I went to an exhibition with Mandy and her friend Namrita. The art was okay but the sculptural pieces were far more successful than the works on the walls. Supposedly she is known for the wall work. It just looked like sperm stickers to me. After the show ended and we had been ejected by an arrogant american, we went to a house party. I was already a bit drunk from the free booze at the show (inc. spirits) and Mandy was pretty pissed. She was having trouble staying vertical. The guys at the party were all about forty and I must have been the youngest person there. All very friendly. Naturally I gravitated to the sound system and then ended up djing until the police arrived due to a neighbors complaint. I had to ride with Mandy back to her house afterwards to make sure she was safe and both of her parents were up waiting because the house party host had phoned her dad. It was half three at least. Then I got driven all the way to my hotel :)