chai and banana chips

I'm living in Aruns place now for a few days allready. He's a great guy, knows a lot and speaks english well. He is a professional bamboo flute player but earns his money with designing. He also knows a lot about computers (using his now). Today he left for two days to his wife's parents house where his wife is now with his 3 month old son. It is a hindu custom that the pregnant woman goes to her parents house about 3 months before birth and stays there another 3 months after birth. She can have longer rest if the birth was not natural. She takes one more month rest which makes me very happy because that is why I can stay here for this month. I am still looking for something else for the following month.
Let me tell you something more about daily life here. Indians don't mind eating with their hands. I'm sorry, I mean the right hand only, because they use the other hand to wipe their ass -not with toilet paper but with water. The restaurants -"hotels"- are relatively cheap so people go there often. You go in, wash your hand(s), sit and order. The waiters will not start welcoming you with a warmhearted smile and ask if everything is as wished for, but they will take your order, bring the meal in a few minutes, refill your plate if you don't hold your hand and bring the bill on a small paper with the same pokerface. When you finish you wash your hand again and go out after paying at the desk in the entrance. Unlike the Bourgondian way flemish will enjoy their meal in a restaurant, all this is handled down in 10-20 minutes. Polight habits or words during meals are not in practice either. No "enjoy your meal" or "cheers", no waiting for the others. Burping is heard sometimes after the meal, and nose slimes have to be removed loudly, especially in the morning.
Indians don't mind peeing against the wall or in the bushes next to the road -I don't say they never do that in Europe, but in comparison I see it often here. When driving they don't stop when someone is coming from the other direction, they just sound their horn harder. Yes, that is something I had to get used to on the streets, drivers constantly sound their horns. The trucks, busses, cars, rikshaws, motorcycles and even bikes, "ring! ring ring ring!". They don't slow down when they reach a junction but sound their horn 5 times to let the other drivers know that they are coming. There are no or very bad sidewalks and the busses and trucks drive way to fast, sometimes it's really dangerous. But one gets used to it.
Indians don't mind having wet feet. They walk on "chappels" (slippers) whole day, but put them out before entering a room or building. No chance that your feet will stay dry when caught by a mousson rain, even if you wear shoes. After the rain there will be water on the streets for days. The bathroom has a shower but no shower cabin. So the whole floor gets wet when you wash, but then again it will be dry again very quickly. When you leave the bathroom you dry your feet on the litte mat at the door.
Ok I have enough of this for now; time to try to send Jeroen some pictures or to add some here. Have fun and think about me when you cheers your beers!(I think I'll have a Kingfisher here toninght, it's quite good!)