Bollywood Bombshell

So one day, as I was going about my lovely little routine and heading out to catch the bus, I noticed a commotion at the bus stop. 

 

Not quite sure what was going on, but I took out my camera anyways. Being the only foreigner and, oddly, the only person with any kind of a camera, I quickly attracted attention and was singled out to go meet the "hero."

It turns out they were filming a Bollywood movie.  If you haven't seen one, rent one and fast-forward through all the talking and watch the song and dance numbers.  For whatever reason I find these to be incredibly endearing and I'm always slack-jawed and completely in love with the Hero after two minutes of their synchronized dancing.  

Everyone was insanely, almost unbelievably nice.  They found a piece of paper and did autographs all around, and the director insisted upon taking this "creative" photo of me and the Hero.  He was definitely dressed way more Western than I was and I'm pretty sure his English was better than mine, too.  Also note he's probably the only Indian man who put his arm around me the entire trip.