The population of India is over 1.2 billion. Any statement that you make about Indians, it is likely that both it and its opposite will be equally valid. Many Indians like cricket, but others don’t. Many like mangoes (me!), others shun the fruit. Most Indians like spicy food, in fact, I actually don’t know any who don’t, but I’m sure they exist. (Oh, I suppose my father is one!)
Actually there are other statements that are less obvious, that have a better chance of being true — Indians (hardly ever) go to school on elephants, and Indians (hardly ever) dance around trees, even though there is a whole film industry trying to prove otherwise. A statement that I am prone to making, and which someone or other unfailingly pipes up to disagree with is, “All Indians can sing.” And there’s another that I want to be true, but I know that it just isn’t. “Indians love the rain.”
Apparently they don’t. Or not all of them anyway. I know people who have been traumatised by Bombay rains, and even I would be hard pressed to argue that the many millions of slum dwellers in that city enjoy the torrential and massively disruptive rains every year. Any yet, I like to think that rain, or at least the notion of rain, holds a special place in the hearts of most, if not all Indians.