Shiv invited me for beer and dinner (chili chicken) and we spoke about his favorite subjects, which are Cricket and girls. Well, since I can not really contribute to a discussion about Cricket, we mainly spoke about girls... I told him the story about that lady I met in Greece... (now, that's another story). I'm really glad I met him, as he is the first Indian person who didn't want to sell me his grandmother. Shiv runs the art galery in the hotel and has an entry in the Guiness book of records for having painted the smallest picture in the world.
I also found out that the reason for the constant pumping music during the night is that it's wedding season! Hindis can only marry quarterly during a period of about two weeks (it all depends on the stars) and thus, it's peak season now!
In my room, I felt like the Maharadja himself tonight until about 4 o'clock in the morning, when an awful, probably religious sing-sang started, which lasted for two hours!