Things I Like About India


A positive mental attitude is critical to traveling in India. This time around I think I've figured that out. One thing that really helps is smiling at people. When I travel I get a lot of stares. If I wasn't as keyed in as I am, I'd assume they were hostile stares. But they aren't, they're just curious. A lot of Indians, as my friends in Calicut were fond of saying, "have never seen whites." (They also apologized profusely every time they used the word 'white.' I just laughed. It's humorous to me to hear myself described by the color of my skin. Besides, it's true, I am white. No harm, no fould.) And a smile is the best antidote to stares. Instantly the Indian who was staring at me grins widely and knocks his or her head back and forth slightly in greeting. So, I smile a lot and smiles tend to reinforce a positive mental attitude. (And no, I haven't gone all pop-psychology on you, it's just true.)

And in that spirit here are a few things I like about India. The hotels have 24 hour check out times. So, if you arrive at 4pm in the afternoon, your check out time is 4pm the next day. This is very sensible. Why don't we do this?

Also, the tea. I mean, face it: tea in India is just the best. You go to Indonesia to drink coffee and India for the tea!

Another thing I really like is that you can buy one of anything. Need a small bit of shampoo? Buy a small package for 1 rupee. Want to buy just one cigarette? No problem. Want a chappatti for the road? Just buy one. Soap? Same deal. Trial size portions of everything are available here in India. Why don't we do this? Oh yeah, 'bigger is better.'

Dal! Lentils are wonderful, especially in a good curry sauce with some chilis. Why don't we eat more lentils at home?

For some reason this time around the filth doesn't faze me. As a matter of fact, it's really become part of the background and charm of the place. I don't even notice it anymore. And I've always been pretty much a clean freak. Not obsessive-compulsive or anything, but still. And now?

The list of things I like about India could go on for a while, but I think those four are a good start. I'll add to the list as I continue to roam about the country.

One last note: I had curry for breakfast two mornings in a row. I have to say, it's not much more different than having breakfast tacos with salsa, once I figured out that the curry in the mornings is a lot lighter than that which they serve in the evenings. Needless to say, all those cultural barriers I carried with me into India are slowly being reduced to nothing and I fear how I will be perceived when I return home, all elbows, head knocking side to side, going days without a shower and I am now a skilled practitioner in the fine art of 'skybombing.' I feel real sorry for my family.


Sean Paul Kelley February 23, 2009 - 11:39pm

Perceived skin colour is a big determinant of status in India, and when you realize that the Dalits used to rule the place, it has been used as a tool to oppress people for millennia.

This of course is also true in Mexico (a big insult is to call someone Indio) and the rest of Latin America.

Albert

Albertde February 24, 2009 - 9:53am

are a genetic mutation. even Eskimos are brown. probably a dietary deficiency of vitamin D.
*someone probably forgot to bring the cows on the journey north, or they ate them on the way:) just kidding. but that'd be mighty white of 'em. still kidding :D

dk February 24, 2009 - 12:54pm

The concept of a Caucasian race or Varietas Caucasia was developed around 1800 by Johann Friedrich Blumenbach. More recently, there is no scientific evidence for the distinctions between races because there's too much variety in the groups. Blacks, Yellows, Reds, and Whites vary in colour intensity. Perhaps one day, all the race palettes will end up being variations of gray? Already true of hair. When all colours are combined, they're black...only the addition of white makes them lighter. White is the absence of colour. I don't expect I'll be around to see the "gray population", but did stop colouring my red hair--it's now mixtures of gray, freckled with silver.

SP...lucky you to have been provided with a seat. Japanese toilets are holes that people hover over with no toilet paper supplied. French toilets aren't gender specific--again paper is on the basis of BYO (bring your own). Advance knowledge would have been nice!

canuck February 25, 2009 - 2:28pm

I saw this on tv last night (re: rats, rice, bamboo, and a 48 year cycle) and was intrigued and fascinated by the phenomenon and the the results of the research.

Zuma February 25, 2009 - 5:05pm

that was really interesting. Nature never ceases to amaze.


"Go confidently in the direction of your dreams! Live the life you've imagined." -Henry David Thoreau

Tina February 25, 2009 - 5:58pm

the chicken as a bamboo seed eating pheasant is a very novel idea. I'm surprised no one ever tried to cut down all the melacanna bamboo before it seeded in order to avoid the rat plague. maybe 48 years is just enough for people to forget.maybe cutting down the bamboo before it seeds isn't a very good idea anyhow :)

dk February 26, 2009 - 6:44am

In a corner of Yorkshire, there's a plague of biblical proportions. Across the nation, there's an infestation. We may love to hate them, says Jonathan Brown – but have we got them all wrong?

The Independent, By Jonathan Brown, March 26

The old village of Flamborough, buttressed against the elements by high chalk cliffs that crumble perilously towards the North Sea below, is justifiably proud of its wildlife heritage. Above can be heard the shriek of seagulls as they patrol the skies on the look-out for a stray chip or sandwich left behind by a careless picnicker.

During the summer, the clifftop meadows resound to the sound of linnets, song thrushes and fieldfares. signs point out that the keen-eyed observer may even catch a glimpse of the occasional vole, stoat, weasel or fox, as they scavenge amid the wild flowers such as lady's bedstraw, which thrive in the teeth of the relentless wind.

But this bucolic paradise and its natural treasures have in recent weeks been overshadowed by the arrival of a creature which, to put it mildly, fails to generate the same fuzzy feelings bestowed so readily on its fellow members of the animal kingdom. Nothings heralds its presence on the wildlife trail of the Yorkshire littoral, nothing, that is, except hundreds of yards of yellow bait boxes loaded with deadly poison. That animal is, of course, the rat.

An explosion in the population of Rattus norvegicus, better known simply as the brown rat, has sent shockwaves of horror through the small community here. Locals reported huge packs – numbering 200 to 300-strong – blocking roads, swarming across gardens and bird tables and digging up grass verges. Cat flaps have been sealed, pets and children kept indoors. Flamborough has been dubbed Ratsville by prurient outsiders who gaze in twisted fascination at what is described as a biblical plague, sending television crews to broadcast every scurry and squirm live from this rat boomtown.

Arriving in Flamborough, I must confess to harbouring a gnawing anxiety...


April 4th is World Rat Day - Let's celebrate!


They sicken of the calm, who knew the storm.

Raja March 31, 2009 - 7:35am

In fact warmed milk for everything. I ordered cornflakes for breakfast on an early morning train from Delhi to Agra and sure enough the milk was warmed. Needless to say they weren't crunchy but otherwise they tasted just fine.


“I despise ideologues masquerading as objective journalists.” - Bill O'Reilly, March 30, 2007

Mark February 25, 2009 - 9:20pm

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