I can't believe how much Bollywood I've already encountered. Aish on a Coke sign at a roadside snack bar. Our tour guide loves SRK and DDLJ. A truck on the highway was emblazoned with photos of various stars, including Salman (who perhaps helps with overtaking?). SRK was on the front page of the Times of India. I saw at least three different movies on tv this morning and recognized a bunch of actors. Musak versions of things I recognize were playing at breakfast in the hotel. Very helpful in feeling right at home, I must say. Maybe that's silly, but it's true! Wonder what my first Akshaye sighting will be?
Also I watched most of Iqbal on the plane and cried and cried and cried, huddled under my airplane blanket, sniffling away and wiping my tears on my sleeve. My emotions have been all over the place lately and I think I must have really needed an outlet with something familiar - after all, I don't really know my fellow travelers quite well enough to have them see me in a floor of tears. Not yet, anyway - I'm sure the opportunity will come around again, and probably sooner than I expect. What a wonderful film. I can't wait to see all of it!