India is big on astrology. It is also big on annoying little extra touches to make your stay more difficult, possibly on the advice of government astrologers.
It may well have been some official 'Raj-guru', for instance, who decreed, years ago, that every international flight, wherever it was from, should arrive at Indira Gandhi International Airport in New Delhi in the middle of the night.
Charts would have been drawn up, times measured against squares, aspects and planetary transits plotted.
Then, eyebrows abristle, the fearsome old Brahmin would have marched impressively into the office of the Minister for Aviation Inefficiency and given the order. Any plane arriving in the capital between the hours of 5am and midnight must be forced to circle until the 12th stroke has sounded.
Normally, his name would have been cursed. It is cursed whenever bleary-eyed travellers stumble irritably to the baggage carousel. It is cursed thrice and thrice again as they shuffle sleepily through the airport's endless immigration queues, negotiate their way past pestering taxi touts and arrive at hotels at 3am - only to find the reservation has been lost.
But on this particular occasion, Week Ending was prepared to admit the small hours might be an auspicious time for landings after all.