Despite its odd sounding name, it is actually a "suburb" of Delhi.
It is pronounced "Gurgaow"(with a french nasal ending).
Office is really nice, food is reeeeeeaaally nice.
Have learned that most Indian restaurant food in America is from North India.
Food is also really heavy and creamy.
Finally had chicken korma last night. It was good, but not as good as Marigold- alas!
Now my clothes smell like a mix of burnt onions and curry.
I don't like the smell of burnt onions and curry.
Contrast between rich and poor is even more striking in Gurgaon.
Cows everywhere.
Bicycle rickshaws everywhere.
Tall, marble, modern buildings everywhere.
Naked homeless people sleeping on the streets at night everywhere.
Almost got in a car accident when a bull decided to meander into the middle of the freeway.
Almost hit a pedestrian who was running across the freeway.
Waaaaaaaay fewer people speak English here than in Hyderabad.
The power goes out at least once every half hour.
It's fucking hot here.
The air is thick and brown.
My car was chased by wild dogs as we drove home today.
There were salsa lessons in the cafe this evening.
It takes 10 minutes to get to the office and 1 hour to get home.
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