Delhi is m-a-d. And dirty. And dusty. And smelly. It's full of people sh*tting, pissing, spitting and inceassantly beeping their horns. It reminds me of that Friends episode where Ross dates the dirty girl: "You know how at the end of the day, you throw your jacket over a chair? Well at her place, instead of a jacket, it's a pile of garbage. And instead of a chair, it's a pile of garbage. And instead of the end of the day, it's the end of time, and garbage is ALL THAT HAS SURVIVED."