After eating nothing but Indian food all the time, having virtually no other cuisine to choose from, and feeling homesick, there is nothing like a Pizza Hut to answer your prayers.
It feels just like you're back in any American Pizza Hut inside. The customers are an international bunch, probably there for the same reasons as my own. You'll find women with beers in their hand and guests singing "Happy Birthday" loudly.
The pizza is no different than the pizza in the States, except you can choose from some distinctly Indian-style pizzas, like Chicken Tikka. But it does temporarily alleviate the feeling of homesickness. I feel so guilty at times for thanking the effects of globalization.