Coconuts, Malls, and Burritos

From falling asleep to the sounds of coconuts tumbling from above crushing car hoods, to waking up to the early-morning wails of an ancient auto-rickshaw engine.

What a beautiful cacophony of noise.

Highlights from the last few days-
Ganesha festival: When my crazy auto-rickshaw driver wanted to live on the edge and take his helpless passengers closer to the insane festivals, I was almost permanently deafened by crazy kids playing with industrial size fireworks in the middle of a busy street, then stumbled into a random hindi temple, received blessings, learned prayers from nice holy man in an orange robe, and parted with free handmade sweets which we gave to the security guards at our apartment.
The Forum: A HUGE mall, straight out of midwestern suburbia. One huge bonus- has a Lush store.
Burrito @ food court in huge mall: BAD, bad, bad idea. Never felt worse.
Safer alternative: Hidden western grocery store (where pop tarts are seven dollars) but by some miracle sells guacamole. Tex-Mex lives on in India.