I skipped my daily yoga class to go to Pierre’s work to see the Karnataka regional celebration organized by the company. Pierre, his colleagues, other employees and I sat outside in the courtyard where they erected a stage and sound booth with a less than capable sound guy. There was an inscrutable theater performance depicting Hindu folklore with dramatic makeup and intricate traditional costumes. To end the show, there were eight drummers and three dancers performing puja kunitha by balancing a brass pot with a square bamboo structure on their heads while dancing. The anxiety of the young female performer was underlined by the spectacle behind the stage. Just behind Pierre’s building, construction workers were working on the cement skeleton of a newly erected building. Most of the work had stopped for the day, as the men gathered in the holes where the windows would go to look down on the stage below. While the girl spun and danced, hesitantly reaching up to touch the object balancing on her head, a crane dangled cinder blocks and bags of cement over the worksite. 