Returning to the world of haste

I just returned from India Sunday night and everything here seems to be crazy and mad. Everyone is rushing from one thing to the next and yet nobody is honking. In India everyone honks continuously, but it almost seems to become the melodic background, the accompaniment to life lived at a much slower pace. There are no monkeys or sheep or goats or cows wandering the streets here. No one is saying hello as I wander past. Riding my bicycle here I am greeted with bizarre looks by every SUV driver who isn't already to distracted with his monster stereo and his cell phone. Sometimes I just think it would be nice if people here, if life here, could slow down just a teensy, little bit.