Yesterday was asthami. Or Navami. My cook and my guest couldn't agree. Nevertheless, the first plate of food was offered to the gods. Except, the cook left it at the Jesus shrine at the corner of the house. Today, the Goa office had a restricted holiday for Dussehra. Everybody showed up for work, except one Muslim guy. He really needed to be off for Dashami.

People like to call this India's syncretic culture. I just know that the "believers" are covering all their bases. What if the other guy's imaginary friend is real and mine isn't. Eh?