I love seeing the variety in the takes on how bad "India hot" spice level is.
My limited anecdotal experience has landed my white ass firmly in the camp of "do not fuck with the flavors of back home."
My go-to core memory on that one is going out for wings with a group of friends a long time ago. We ordered a half dozen of whatever the place's ridiculous triple-atomic or equivalent was. I want to say 500,000 scoville and they give you gloves to eat it with. I think the deal was something like White Guy eats one of the wings and Indian Guy eats the rest, after the latter had claimed in a friendly way that they wouldn't be too hot.
Long story short, Indian Guy eats all available wings and licks his fingers like it's honey BBQ. He liked them and said yeah they do have some spice. White guy ruined the entire rest of his day and suffered for his hubris!
Most of the rest of us (I think all of us were additional White Guys) tried a tiny little piece of a wing or even just a half drop of the sauce. The spot where that little bit touched my tongue was numb and tingly for the rest of the day, lol.
Some people just shrug off that capsaicin.