So am I Indian or French?

All one sees on the streets of Paris are black, white and brown coats hustling through one another. Their pace implying an urgency of their presence at maybe a scene of crime, at the end of the street. Parisians in general have a reputation of flying on cloud nine. They're said to be too caught up in their busy selves to acknowledge anyone else. During my six month exchange semester in Paris, I often saw my fellow exchange classmates express disheartenment everytime they ordered perhaps a crêpe with extra Nutella.It was the apparent unwelcoming nature of the French locals. However I felt no such thing.
I was the stranger in their country. I had barged into their exquisite land for my motives. We surely cannot expect someone to casually walk into our house and expect us to start pampering them. So I had to make the attempt. Initiating conversations with the locals fetched me the same regard in return. I found them to be extemely generous, hospitable and courteous but only after breaking the ice. The most touching moment was on a rainy day when ten people almost toppled on to each other in the tram to help a tiny girl make her way out. The girl being me.
I only realised after coming back to India why I didn't get that feeling from Parisians. The reason being a lot of Indians are the same. I am so used to such nature, being an Indian, that nothing felt too different. In college, people often refrain from socializing with other Indian students outside their gangs, let alone foreign students. It is just the tendancy of rather being in one's comfort zone than going out of the way to make small talk with strangers. In fact, India is rated one of the five least friendly countries in the world by Forbes.
I don't make any generalizations though. There always is a bunch that nullify stereotypical claims.