Hi Everyone! I just popped in to say "Hi!" and post about India. I wrote this a couple of days ago, but hadn't gotten a chance to post it. I'm catching up on quite a few things right now. (Lots of busy work at the office.) But, I'll pop in when I can this week. And try my best to keep updated.
India:
I stayed in Chennai. A major business district city in Southern India inside the state of Tamil Nadu. They speak Tamil there (not Hindi). In fact, there are a lot of languages in India... and people from different states often have to communicate in English, because that's the only common language they know. (I found that so... weird.) Almost everyone we ran into spoke
some English. Don't get me wrong, it was convenient, but a little disappointing. I somewhat liked the idea of having to learn more to get around. That aside...we traveled to a few places. Went to Pondicherry to see an ashram of a mentor-type woman called "The Mother". She designed a place called Auroville. Where people of all different countries come to work and live in peaceful soul-searching & self-finding. Yeah, it's a hippie-commune. But, it really is cool. And part of me always wanted to join a hippie-commune.
We (co-workers & I) also traveled to Kodaikanal. A gorgeous hilly/mountaneous area with these beautiful views. It was so ridiculously wonderful.
Within Chennai we got a chance to see the Theosophical society where we ran into an elderly New Zealand man named Conrad who proceded to twirl his knarled crooked cane at us while preaching life advice. "Don't worry if someone else is having a bad day, don't give it back to them. Instead say 'I'm sorry you're having a bad day, brother,'" he used brother, like Desmond from Lost uses the word, "'I hope that your day gets better.'"
One of the most unexpected part of being in India was how much attention I got for being light skinned. This is just something that never occurred to me. Here's the background: Having fair skin is considered an attractive feature in India. Almost like having tanned or bronzed skin here is the cool kid thing to do. (One always wants what they don't have, isn't that the case?) I even saw some people walk around under parasols.... Parasols!

Okay so, knowing that, and the fact that there aren't exactly an overabundance of caucasians walking about India, meant that suddently I was some sort of pseudo-celebrity. Coupled with my blue eyes & (albiet fake) red hair, people actually asked to pose with me for pictures. They'd come up to us out of nowhere and talk to us in (limited) English. The strangest part? They'd touch me. I got used to the stares. (Smile and wave back.) But I was in a store and distracted looking at clothes & things when I felt someone touch me. Not in a "Oops I bumped you" way, but in a "Hey I just really wanted to touch your forearm" sort of way. I looked back, a little confused, at a smiling woman who was just staring at me as she put clothes back on a rack. I mean, I guess I was flattered. But, it was also just the tiniest bit creepy. >_>
The driving was crazy. If you don’t know, they drive on the left. Not unusual. But, they don’t actually follow many rules of the road. They push through wherever they can get through, they honk… constantly… they swerve to avoid the various cattle & animals running all over the road. Lots of scooters. And not just one person on a scooter, no. But entire families. I saw five people on a scooter… several times.
Unfortunately, there is a lot of poverty. It was a heartbreaking juxtaposition to come from a 4 star hotel and watch as families sleep on the street. To have beggars, often crippled, come up to your window during stopped traffic…Even in the street, there’d be women who would send their toddlers up to beg.
Trash is left on the streets. There aren’t many drains, so when it rains it floods a lot of the streets. There’s lots of construction there, as there is in the US, but stuff actually gets done there. Many things are in disrepair, though. Old posters are plastered over all the buildings.
India is a strange, beautiful creature. Where the people, land, and surroundings are an odd mixture of both from the 1970’s and Ancient. Temples next to cell phone stores. Women wearing saris, men wearing wide-lapelled floral shirts and flared jeans. Dust covering just about everything.
Everyone has a cell phone. Everyone.
Men… this is an oddity for me, because guys in America just… don’t… do … this. Men in India think nothing of frequent skin contact. If men are close friends they think nothing of walking arm in arm, or even hand in hand down a street. They grab each other, wrap their arms around each other, lean on each other… It’s so strange, this very playful & touchy behavior. Like young boys. I guess I’m very American. I’m used to my personal space, where few people are allowed to venture.
Which reminds me, forget personal space in India. There are far too many people for that luxury. Masses & masses of people. I come from a relatively populated area of the US, and the amount of people there are in India still overwhelms a bit.
There is also bargaining in India. There are stores that have set prices… but there are others where they’d think you were an idiot to buy at the price they ask. You can usually haggle them down to about half. But, I have to admit, living is cheap in India. Even the starting price of most of the goods is low for what it’d cost in the US.
(I bought plenty by the way… I bought a beautiful sari to wear for giggles, and some Indian silk scarves to give to the women in my life. Lots of treasures for family & friends. I had to buy a whole ‘nother bag to fit all the crap inside. Also, I ended up leaving India with a fetish for small bronzed Ganesh statues.)
And then of course, every area of the world has its own unique smell.
I finally put my finger on it in my last weeks there. India smells like jasmine, cardamom and body odor. Now, wait, hear me out. It’s not wholly unpleasant, and the smell of India is a fond memory. (It’s a fact of life that plenty of people do not wear deodorant.)
Well that’s about all I can type about India right now. It was a fantastic place to go. I was so happy to have the opportunity. I loved the culture shock. And now I just have to get back to see the Taj in North India.
I could get addicted to this whole “travel” thing.
