I'm gonna buy your garbage; I'm not gonna eat that.
Random things:
I have some friends in Delhi who are a couple and they are now moving to the States (the girl is American and the guy is Indian, they are both journalists). They cleared their house of all daily and large possessionsby auctioning everything off to buyers from Old Delhi. Apparently one buyer came with a bag full of 1000 Rs notes. These people buy anything and everything. Old electronic diaries that are missing some buttons? Check. Mangled copper wire? Check. The shoes that you are wearing? Check. They can and will give everything a new start. In the villages of Punjab, people can comb their hair and sell the tangled bits that get caught in the comb to a roving vendor who will collect the hair and give some money/snacks (popcorn?! I think) in return. "Garbage", or perhaps "waste," is an entirely different concept here.
It isn't an impossibility for embassy workers from Western countries to bring some years supply of toilet paper with them. (There is toilet paper to be found in Delhi, even if it costs 2$ per roll). And, what if you brought 3 years worth of toilet paper and can't use it? Apparently, there is *someone* who will surely buy it - within the diplomat circles even.
I said that I could never leave Canada without my hair products and was told that shampoos etc here are for more superior for Indians as they are made to deal with Indian hair. But I am unwilling to take that risk and would rather have non-Cottonelle toilet paper and North American hair products.
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Ten of us went out for Chinese food last night and they had a DJ playing a selection of Bon Jovi, Guns n Roses, Ozzy Osbourne and other things better left in the depths of our elementary/high school memories.
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Odd things to put on pizza here include baby corn or corn niblets. Home delivery from some Indian pizza places will give you packets of mustard and ketchup to slather on. I feel that this is just one of those more benign things that is the fault of the British. Living in Britain must just infect your more refined sense of taste: I have some Brit relatives who think it's pretty okay to put mayonnaise into their lentils/veggie dishes. And when I visited them as a child, I remember seeing my cousin putting ketchup on his roti.
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Veer Zaara is the best soundtrack ever. It takes me back to the days of May and June when Delhi was dry as a moon and I would come home to lie down and drink rosewater and orange cordial to recover. Delhi is now quite dank and will become more tolerable week by week.
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A donut tycoon wants to be my friend.