Wednesday, 4 March 2009

Gateway to India.

Welcome to my first post of the year. Yes it is March, time moves on. Back to the travel diary this time, while I think of a theme for next time.

In that lost three months after Christmas I had the opportunity to see a part of India for two weeks. Mumbai mostly, but a quick side trip to Delhi and Agra (Taj Mahal).

Everyone asks: "How was it?"

To answer that requires quite an unraveling of emotion and imagery. Especially for someone from New Zealand, the population of which is a quarter of Mumbai (forgetting the other 1 billion people).

India. It is extreme.
  • The largest democracy in the world. Everyone has an opinion, and someone is bound to disagree.
  • Food has Flavour. Spice is inherent in everything, unless it's super-sweet.
  • Infrastructure is overloaded - water stops, power goes out.
  • A few people are extremely wealthy, and a lot of people are very poor. Beggars are prevalent almost everywhere, only slightly outnumbered by the taxi drivers, or balloon salesmen.
  • It is Hot. 30+ degrees C during the day in Mumbai. In winter.
  • The Bollywood industry makes hundreds of movies a year, almost stripping Hollywood; most of the films never leave the country.

India. It is a paradox.
  • Officially a secular state, religion is part of everything. A large proportion is Hindi, but it's not hard to find Muslim, Christian, Buddhist, Jain...the list goes on.
  • The Taj Mahal is truely a wonder of the world (it is amazing), yet rubbish lines the nearby city streets.
  • Women dress in colourful, beautiful saris; while the men are plain in their shirts, pants and shoes.
  • Modern ideals and freedoms (particularly for women) are in conflict with a traditional India lifestyle. Valentines Day this year was particularly heated.
  • A movie about India, directed by an Englishman, and courtesy of America won the Oscar Best Picture award (Danny Boyle's Slumdog Millionaire).



It has taken me a while to get my head around it, and if I went back I imagine it would hit me again.
And why did I go at all? If you've seen any photos of the trip then that should be clear; the best reason there is.

What's next? Who knows.
The future is unwritten.

Khudahafis