More than half the power going onto the grid in India never gets metered- it's stolen, and not being able to control the load at ALL is a real problem for trying to keep the grid stable. It's pretty common for urban folks to simply toss a bare wire over an uninsulated phase of the powerline outside their window to hook into some power. If/when that phase goes down they just reel it in and throw it over a different phase wire. If they miss, and short out the phases... BAM!! Try a new piece of wire, and a different phase, after the fire goes out.
It's a testament to the cost-effectiveness & efficiency of ductless mini-split air conditioning to have such a collection of wall-mounted compressor units on the outsides of buildings in a none-too-rich developing country:
That looks like 7 window-AC units to 22 mini-splits!
Kyah aap Hindi bolte hain? (or however you latin-script it...)
Mayhaps I've watched a few too many sappy late night-Bollywood movies on NetFlix with the missus this winter- it's all starting to sound Indo-yurp-ean to me.
I never figured it would actually start making sense, but it kinda does. (It works and even sounds a lot more like European languages than you might think at first blush.) The repetitive lyrics pound the vocabulary into my head- 8 verses into it I turned and said with a reasonable accent & comprehension, "Tu he' mere, jannu!" ("You're mine, dearest!", or something very close to that.) It's just enough Hindi to dig myself into deep deep trouble... but not enough to dig myself back out. (Don't know squat about Bengali, Tamil, or Nepali, but Punjabi & Urdu seem to be pretty much the same as Hindi, with maybe an accent & dialect twist.)
Hindustani culture is pretty intense- I'd like to visit sometime.