Yesterday night the rich owner of my hostel gave a birthday party for his 1 year (!!!) old son. He invited the whole hostel including me. The party head a complete tent full of food plus dj and dancefloor. And booze. But I think the son was already in bed when it started. 😉 Everybody danced to very strange Hindi pop music. I refused (the French girl tried to drag me) ;). After a while the DJ played one traditional Hindi and one Indian pop song in turn – but only the beginning. Suddenly two Indians were fighting. What happend was that one wanted traditional music and one pop. They couldn’t agree and the poor DJ had to change all the time. But the fight was fun.
When this is the 1st Birthday please invite me to the 18th!
P.S.: Today I’m off to Delhi.