Harrassed, humbled, and humored

Trip Start May 12, 2010
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Trip End May 19, 2010


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Friday, May 14, 2010

The morning started at 6:30 with a wake up call. We got ready and headed downstairs to enjoy a great breakfast. It was the first chance that I had to try Lassi. Lassi is a yogurt drink very popular in India. It was delicious but even better than that, it should help with digestion.  

 

Members of our tour group were spread around the room. They seemed to be a pretty good group. It looked like they were trying to be conscious of the wardrobe expectations. Shorts and sleeveless attire is not acceptable. It is best to wear loose fitting clothes that cover the shoulders and the knees. From talking with some of those from our group it seems that most everyone on the tour has done quite a bit of traveling. I guess that India does take a little bit of experience.

 

We boarded the bus for our adventure in Delhi. My nose pressed to the window of the bus as we headed out into the city. India is impossible to explain. There is excitement and energy in the mist of the hardship and poverty. There is a lot of construction going on for the Common Wealth Games and farmers from the outlying areas have come in to make extra money after their crops are harvested. They are living in makeshift tents along the road. The families are working in the heat and the dirt but the women still look beautiful in their colorful sari’s carrying terracotta bowls on their heads. I have to be honest the trash along the road is startling but as an outsider I can only speculate at why it is that way. I’ve heard many of the people on the bus ask why don’t they just clean it up. With socioeconomic conditions that we are unfamiliar with, we can’t totally understand the conditions. First there is the stifling heat, the incredible population, and residual psychology from the caste system. When the caste system was the way of life anyone that handled trash was in the untouchable caste, the lowest of the low. How much does that have an effect?  

 

Then you have to ask yourself, how much of an effect do we have. The United States — which generates three million tons of e-waste annually, the largest amount in the world — sends an estimated 50,000 tons of e-waste to India, about one-tenth of all the waste the country either receives or produces itself. What then happens to everything that isn’t recycled? Those are facts that make me a little less judgmental. 

 

I am fascinated by the amount of detail and artistry that is put into everything. There are brightly colored walls and hand lettered signs. All of the buses and dump trucks are colorfully painted with details of beads, metal and tassels. 

 

 Cory and I are viewing this as Artists that work at Disney’s Animal Kingdom maintaining the artistic integrity of the attractions and the rides. We have an entire area called Asia. The fictional town of Anandapur is based on Nepal and the legend of the Yeti. India is so close to Nepal and we are seeing so many of the same details that are part of the theming of Anandapur. I had thought that the imaginers that designed Anandupur were so observant, that they had picked up on the smallest details but now driving through Delhi I realize that the things that put into Anandapur are all over the place. Piles of bricks sit next to the street stamped with the company that made them. (The ones in Anandapur are stamped India) The hand painted signs are on brick walls, on trucks, and on carts selling food. The electrical poles are a spaghetti mess of wires. Posters are everywhere, peeling and layered with the perfect amount of layering. Just like in Anandapur the trucks are painted and adorned, (though they aren’t outfitted to sell icecream.) There were areas that I found myself questioning the aging, wondering how they did that… Oh yeah it is aged. 
 

Our first stop was Raj Ghat (Hindi: राज घाट) a memorial to Mahatma Gandhi. As we walked up to the gate Amit told us with pride about the respect that they have for Gandhi. I shared with him that Gandhi is also revered in the United States. We had a short conversation about what the world might be like if we had Gandhi today. I felt inspired by the life of Gandhi and the peaceful rebellion he inspired. We headed up to the top of the wall that surrounds the memorial and viewed the black marble platform. The tourist, from India dressed in colorful saris, flowed in and viewed the memorial. We descended from the wall and removed our shoes before walking across the lawn to the memorial. The color of the orange marigolds reflected off of the black marble. The memorial marks the spot of Gandhi's cremation on 31 January 1948. It is left open to the sky while an burns perpetually at one end. It is located on the banks of the river Yamuna. The memorial has the epitaph Hē Ram, (literally 'O' Ram', but also translated to 'O God'), believed to be the last words uttered by Gandhi. Raj Ghat loosely translates to King's Bank (where King alludes to the importance of the place and Bank as in -on the bank of river Yamuna), though the river is no longer visible because the population growth has depleted and redirected the river.  

 

After visiting the Mahatma Gandhi memorial we headed back to the bus. I occurred to me how pitifully soft we are. I was so grateful to be back in the air conditioning. Though our entire group was in the air-conditioning our driver and assistant on the bus were sealed in the front of the bus with only the hot breeze from outside to cool them. We are only hours in to our trip to India and I am already humbled. 

 

The activities on the streets are amazing. There are carts selling Indian food for only 10 rupees (.22) there are mirrors hung on walls and men, getting their morning shave in modified chairs along the sidewalks. The roads are full of rickshaws, buses, cars, tuk tuks, , dogs, cows, horses, pedestrians, dump trucks and camels pulling carts. The horns are constantly beeping, letting what ever is in front know that they are passing. Every vehicle is filled with people even the motorcycles have 3 to 4 people riding on them, amazing. I just laugh when I think about our carpool lanes where you have to have at least 2 people in the car. Imagine what one of these tuk tuk drivers would think of that.  

 

Our next stop was the India Gate. The India Gate is the national monument of India, situated in the heart of New Delhi. Originally known as All India War Memorial, it is a prominent landmark in Delhi and commemorates the 90,000 soldiers of the British Indian Army who lost their lives while fighting for the British Indian Empire in World War I and the Afghan Wars. As we got off of the bus we could see its red sand stone and granite structure casting a shadow across the masses of people at its feet.

 

We were greeted immediately as we got off of the bus by hawkers of all ages trying to sell us anything and everything. Most of them were fluent in English and the majority of them were turned away with a simple “no thank you” but there were some that continued to follow and try to sell you trinkets. Eventually I found that if I said “Your time would be better spent with someone else” that they would move on to someone else.

 

The first structure in our path was a vacant canopy. It seemed odd but we were to find out that originally, a Statue of King George V had stood under canopy and was removed to Coronation Park with other statues, following India's independence. 

 

As we navigated through the throngs of people we were able to get a view of the eternal flame. After India gained independence India Gate became the site of the Indian Army's Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, known as the Amar Jawan Jyoti (Immortal Soldier).  It reminds me so much of The Arch de triomphe both in design and intent though there is still something distinctly Indian about it. 

 

As we rounded the corner around the India Gate I was approached by two women dressed beautifully in Saris. Through pantomime and broken English they asked to take a picture with me. I had a mini famous moment as their husbands clicked photos of me and the two women. Then they had me pose with their husbands and son. I just giggled. It was charming. In return Cory took photos of us also. I guess that I must look as different to them as they do to me and the curiosity is shared by all of us. I asked Amit about this and he said that they too are on vacation from somewhere else in India. Having a picture of a rare American is bragging rights when they go home. Guess it isn’t so different for me to want pictures of the people of India.

 

I guess I was a little prepared for this. This happened to us in China and in Egypt. There is a fine line though. In Egypt there might be someone that approaches you to volunteer to take a picture of you with your own camera or volunteer to pose for a picture that will want a tip afterwards. You have to use your six senses to try to figure out if it is a legitimate experience or not. If it is a grown man that is all by himself, most of the time he is looking to get a tip. Families usually are genuinely interested in an interaction.

 

After my brush with stardom we were running at the back of the pack to get to the bus. We didn’t want to be “that couple” that the group was always waiting on, so we picked up the pace. So did the salesmen. They hovered around us with their rubber band helicopters and their postcards offering them at bargain basement prices for Costco Club quantities. The chanting of “5 for 100 rupees” “10 for 100 rupees” followed us onto the bus.

 

We drove through New Delhi viewing the Parliament house, the Presidents Palace and the Red Fort all the while being educated by Amit, our guide. The assistant on the bus kept us hydrated with water, lemonade, cokes and beer while our driver navigated the crazy Indian traffic. This is definitely one place in the world that I would not want to drive. We have seen some of the worst traffic in the world in Istanbul, Athens, and even Cairo but none of it compares to what we are seeing here.

 

We were dropped off in front of the Birla Temple or The Laxminarayan Temple (Hindi: श्री लक्ष्मीनारायण मन्दिर), also known as the Birla Mandir is a Hindu temple dedicated to Laxminarayan. The temple is built in honour of Laxmi Hindu goddess of wealth 

 

Again as we started to file off of the bus the salesmen were waiting for us. I swear some of them looked familiar. Were they following us from the India Gate? As we navigated through the trinkets and chants of “100 rupees” we entered through the security gate where our bags were inspected. The crowd was shoulder to shoulder and easy to get lost in, that much easier if you are only 2 and a half feet tall. Suddenly I felt a tug on my skirt and looked down to see that I had picked up a passenger. The young Indian girl clinging to my skirt stood unknowingly grasped firmly to the material. After a few moments she looked up horrified to see not her mother but a huge white giant peering innocently down at her. The look on her face was priceless as she immediately let go of my skirt, turned and ran up the steps to the smiling face of her mother. It brought laughs from Indians and Americans alike. I guess I am fitting in okay, at least from the knees down. 

 

As we entered the temple we were mesmerized by the carving details and the artwork incorporated into this temple. Hindu is an extremely complex religion with many gods and traditions. As we came through the entrance of one of the temples a Hindu man held up his small daughter who then slapped a bell. Each member of the party followed suit. Instinctually Cory jumped up and tapped the bell which then inspired others in our group to also try to ring the bell. I cringed as the giggles rang through the temple. Not knowing what this meant to devout Hindus and me not being Hindu I had restrained myself. I was relieved when Amit explained that this was a Hindus way of “ringing the doorbell” That they rang the bell to signal the gods that they had entered the temple.

 

Especially in temples it is so important to me to show respect. Knowing so little about the religion sometimes sets me up for failure. Amit said that if we wanted we could go up and get a smudge from one of the priests. Since it was his suggestion I stood behind other Hindus and took just a bit of the red powder and dabbed a spot on my head. I hope that this showed my respect and interest in this very complex religion.

 

As Amit explained about the Dasa-Mahavidya "the one Truth is sensed in ten different facets; the Divine Mother is adored and approached as ten cosmic personalities," I was entranced. A woman with a well rounded personality. Now this was a goddess I could like.

 

In their strong associations with death, violence, ritual pollution, and despised marginal social roles, they call into question such normative social "goods" as worldly comfort, security, respect, and honor. The worship of these goddesses suggests that the devotee experiences a refreshing and liberating spirituality in all that is forbidden by established social orders.

 

It seemed to me that the stories of the Mahavidya incouraged someone to stretch their consciousness beyond the conventional, to break away from approved social norms, roles, and expectations. Just by choosing to come to India Cory and I were doing that. I can’t tell you how many times when someone asked where we were going for vacation and we answered India we got the response “ Why would you want to go there?”

 

Living one's life according to the rules dictates how, where, and exactly in what manner every bodily function may be exercised, and which people one may, or may not, interact with socially. It can create a sense of imprisonment from which one might long to escape. A new and refreshing perspective on the cage of respectability and predictability might be gained by learning about the Mahavidya. Indeed without a mystical adventure like this one any spiritual quest would be incomplete.

 

He went on to explain about Kali "Devourer of Time" one of the Dasa-Mahavidya Sometimes known as the Goddess of War. I suddenly was drawn back to my job and the many Kali River Rapid Rafts at Animal Kingdom that I have painted in the last 4 years. Boy have those tubes been a devourer of time for me. I almost giggled.

 

While retrieving our shoes we were enticed into the gift shop.  In the gift I was tempted into buying a wooden Ganesh Statue. He is the Elephant god and I was assured that he would bring money and luck. I was thinking he would look great on our shelf with other traveling knickknacks like the scarab from Egypt, the Worry Beads from Greece and the other goodies we have brought back to theme our “East Indian Trading company” Great room.

 

Through the throngs of trinket selling men we scrambled back on to the bus back to our air-conditioned comfort, and the quiet of some very tired tourists. On our itinerary it said we would be driven back to our hotel where we would be given a little free time to head out on our own for lunch. I wasn’t disappointed when Amit said that we would be going to a local carpet shop where they would give us tea and a little bit of lunch. Finding someplace for lunch in a short amount of time would have proved to be exhausting after full day of sightseeing, heat and jetlag.

 

These little trips to local “factories” we have encountered on many of these group tours where the economy of the country is developing. I believe that our guide might get a slight commission on anything sold though I have never seen the guide try to push any of the merchandise. I figure it isn’t that much different from Disney putting a merchandise shop at the exit of every attraction. It is just good merchandising, plus so many tourist LOVE to shop.  

 

They sat us down in chairs along the walls and served us tea and some little sandwiches. They went into how the carpets are hand knotted and the materials, dyes and designs used. They talked about where the carpets are made and how they feel to the touch. It is quite a show to see them start to unroll carpet after carpet with a flourish. Dazzling colors and designs are revealed. Having priced carpets in Egypt, Thailand and Turkey I must say that these are the best prices we have seen, still out of our budget but really good prices for the quality of carpet. There were a couple of people on the tour that did buy one of these beautiful works of art for their home. I on the other hand will have my little wooden Ganesh… I guess he has already brought me money or at least saved me some.
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andrewjerome
andrewjerome on

Wow. This blog is an eye-opener!

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