February, 2002 Namaste!  Put this one aside for a rainy weekend, folks, because India was a deeply affecting experience for me and I have a lot to say about it. The India story starts with my complete and utter angst about the country prior to traveling there, as any of the poor souls who were in Africa with me can verify.  I never wanted to go to India in the first place; sometimes with a round-the-world or consolidator fare ticket certain gateway cities come up without having been requested, and this was the case with Delhi.  Since I had to at least change planes there, I figured I would stay a while.  First it was going to be a week, then I heard that Delhi was a shithole and a week wasn’t long enough to get out and about, so I changed it to a month.  Then I began reading…