I
walk through the streets with half my attention focused on avoiding getting run
over by motorcycles, dogs, carts selling street food, and other pedestrians. But
the rest of my attention gets bombarded with the colorful diversity around me. People
from a wide array of jobs, religions, and socioeconomic backgrounds mingling
together on the same roads with the bright sun beating down on the colorful
clothes. Over 1.2 billion people squeezed into a landmass 1/3 the size of
America thus eliminating the concept of personal space. Small roads and
disregard of rules leading to constant traffic jams. Bargaining for everything
from buttons to food to furniture. Kids playing cricket in any open space they
can find. The mad rush to jump onto a moving bus. Smells of food, pollution, incense, and dirt
all mixing together.
Growing
up with the happy upper middle class in the stereotypical suburbs of America
you never get to see such diversity and people from different lifestyles on a
daily basis because of geographical distance. But in India there’s not enough
space to separate these various conditions. You see beautiful shining apartment
buildings towering over the city and right next to it is a slum with houses
made of thin metal. Someone comes out of the IBM building after work in his
suit and walks right past a man who makes his daily wages selling cheap shoes
on the side of the road.
For
some reason that none of us will ever know, India functions through this diversity
and frenzy. As the days go by I look closely and realize that there’s actually
order in this chaos. I really can’t find any words to describe it, so you’ll
just have to come see Incredible India for yourself :)
Very real commentary. You are drawing picture with words. I can see the roads in my mind.
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