I went for dinner with my colleague last night and opted for a relatively simple chicken tikka with a butter naan (i’m still a dit delicate after going crazy on my first day).

Despite my repeated protests my colleague insisted on getting the waiter to spoon a big portion of his dal and rice on my plate, which is ok, I’m used to this in China. I tried it, it was ok but I was already feeling full so I didn’t finish what he’d put on my plate. He began by telling me that it’s very rude not to eat what I put on my plate, I pointed out that I had eaten everything I’d put on the plate, it was the bit someone else put there which I hadn’t eaten. I was then treated to a lecture on how poor some people are in India and once something is put on the plate it cannot be given to someone else etc etc..

I’ve got a flight with him this morning, apparently one of his friends sent him a ppt file as an email entitled “What Poverty Means”, he’s going to show me on the plane, he promises it will touch my heart.. I can’t wait… I’m tempted to sellotape my eyes shut just to spite him..

Anyway, here’s some cake I ate yesterday (take THAT poor people!), it’s Gujarat spicy cake, with mashed up chillis inside (rather good actually), it’s served with whole chillis and mashed up chilli, proper dead good it were!!!!.