I could not be more jealous of these three as India has always been at the top of my travel list. I love the people, the colors, the clothes, the food, the movies...I've got an itch only India can scratch!
Pooj claims her Hindi is horrible, but she still filled us in on a few cultural customs. For example, I asked what the Brians should call their driver, the man who'd be chauffeuring them around for 20 days. After all, we had a copy of his resume and thus, knew his relatively complicated name.
"Should they call him by his first name." I asked, hoping against hope the answer was no and would be really interesting. It was!
No, Pooja explained. They shouldn't. Drivers are considered a step up from servants, more skilled and as Brian L. pointed out, holding one's life in their hands as opposed to serving tea. They should be addressed by their last name, with 'ji' on the end. So if I was your driver, you'd say, "Hey Spotswoodji, kick up the radio."
Based upon this tidbit alone, I am even more desperate to get my American ass to India.
Okay, maybe it's not exactly like that. But it's gotta be close...