The Super restaurant is a popular restaurant in Al Ain because the Indian food is good and spicey. Indians aren't into a gimmick to attract customers such as a uniform, logo or such PR crapola. It's good that my son has picked up on this. I told him that Indians are out to make money for themselves and recall what H. told me about Chinese and Indians. They suck out from the capitalist system and do not put anything back into it as Europeans and Americans do as dutiful consumers. The Indian computer programmer I heard about in Dublin, Ohio did not understand why his neighbor wanted to mow his own lawn when he could hire someone to do it. The American wants to try out his latest primitive gadget such as a weed wacker. Incomprehensible to an Indian, the American spirit of pulling your own weight and equality (though sans the liberty and brotherhood that the Muslim and Hindu have that the American has lost after breaking out of the immigrant ghettos and moving into the suburbs and subdivisions).

My wife said that the women at the table across the aisle from ours were Bengali. They had pulled their veils up to the back of their heads, a rare opportunity when one can see that face under the veil that otherwise does not manifest itself but as two eyes peering out of a slit. I said Muslim Bengalis, recalling my reading of Chaudhuri, Bengal being both Muslim and Hindu. They were particularly roly-poly and round-faced. My wife said she just knew, could just tell they were Bengali when I asked her how she knew. She said they looked Mexican with their long noses. Their roundness was so round that the women looked like twins. Their husbands were not with them and they had a diminutive child in a stroller when they left that was at first sitting on the table wielding a spoon like a sceptre. There was even a woman in the back at a table and she was Bengali and had the same roundness as the other two. I even imagined the two signalling to her about my curiosity as if they noted the roundness too for the first time.

They were brown like Mexicans too. We were seated in the family section by the way. They were cushiony looking, had a pliability like a brown leather couch with buttons like eyes embedded in the upholstery. Good baby factories I imagine.