Monday, February 12, 2007

An Indian Rendezvous

Its indeed rare to find such articles and that too in the local dailies of GCC countries, read on:

The following article was written by a Saudi national and appeared in the local English daily Arab News, Feb 3rd, 2007;

Over the Haj holidays, I surprised my kids with an announcement that I would be taking them to India for a short holiday. My distinct memories from having visited the country with my parents when I was a child had left me with impressions of cultures and civilizations that one reads in history books. And then there was the Taj Mahal, one of the Seven Wonders of the World. And wanting to repeat that experience for my children, I decided to give them a taste of India by planning our trip to encompass different regions of the country – Chennai, Delhi and Agra and Mumbai. In the days preceding our trip, friends and acquaintances of both my children and myself were somewhat alarmed and bemused and quizzed us with the same question: "But why India?" And why not, I would ask them. Their answers were somewhat patronizing and sympathetic. India, they would say, is dirty, crowded, and backward and we'd be sure to catch one of many diseases.

I would patiently explain to these naysayers that I wanted my children to see India firsthand, and not to take in the impression that unfortunately a lot of us Saudis and others have of that country. And I wanted to expose them to a diverse culture that they had not experienced before. And I thanked them for our health concerns, but assured them that we would be taking all necessary precautions. I was adamant on this adventure though, but to be on the safe side I must confess that I did call upon the Indian Consulate in Jeddah and inquired about any specific medical precautions that we would have to take. "Drink only bottled water, and eat only in the hotels you would be staying in" was their soothing reply.

As we spun through Chennai, Delhi, Agra and Mumbai, my kids were amazed. And they loved it. The hustle and bustle of Chennai with its serene shorelines dotted with resorts and retreats offering world-class service, the grandeur of the Presidential Palace in Delhi, the beauty of Marine Drive in Mumbai, topped with our visit to the majestic Taj Mahal had my children chirping in unison that it was the trip of a lifetime.

The preservation of historic monuments, unlike our own, were some of the things they marveled at. And from our observations, we were pleasantly surprised to find parts of India cleaner than our own city. Their roads, although crowded, were not run down as ours, and the Indians seemed more prosperous than imagined. In a conversation with the vice president of marketing in the chain of hotels we were staying at, I remarked that I was amazed that five star hotels, once known to be the haven for only Westerners and rich Gulf tourists were primarily being occupied by Indians today. Over thirty percent of our population is now middle class..." "Yes, that translates to over 300 million", she said with a bemused look at me as the force of that staggering number dawned on me.

Three hundred million! And here we are, not even twenty million Saudis, and many not anywhere near middle-class. What right do we have to thumb up our noses on India, a country on the move upward? Yes, we drank only bottled water, but also ate in local restaurants. We witnessed wealth and we saw poverty. We learned about their great history and we observed massive new projects in the works, designed to make life easier on the Indian. In spite of their diverse cultures and religions, India is tolerant and moving forward, and not bogged down by what we witness in KSA, intolerance and rigidity on the part of a few who seek to impose their views on the rest of us. Indeed, India...I have to salute thee. And thanks for making my children's' visit a memorable one.

Did u happen to read or learn of any such instances??

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

This is what the Lonely Planet travelers’ guide says about India.

“India: An assault on your senses.
India will sideswipe you with its size, clamour and diversity - but if you enjoy delving into convoluted cosmologies and thrive on sensual overload, then it is one of the most intricate and rewarding dramas unfolding on earth, and you'll quickly develop an abiding passion for it.
Nothing in the country is ever quite predictable; the only thing to expect is the unexpected, which comes in many forms and will always want to sit next to you. India is a litmus test for many travellers - some are only too happy to leave, while others stay for a lifetime.”

Account of a traveler from Chicago.

“Bangalore? Fungalore more like!

Number of cows seen in the street = 6
Whilst I knew there would be cows in the street, it was still surprising to catch sight of Daisy, chomping away, kerbside. Udderly surprising in fact.

Number of geckos in my bedroom = 1
Gordon got away, he moved too fast. Am told that he is probably more scared of me than I am of him (I think that is unlikely) and that he eats mosquitos, so I was sort of sorry he got away.

Number of small boys brandishing a basket containing a cobra = 1
We ran in to snake boy on the Airport Road and passed our first experience of "mugging by snake". He was quite persistent, but we were too fast for him - amazing the acceleration you can get when you are fleeing a snake-wielding child.

Number of days in India = 6
The time is flying by. Everyday something new and crazy and fun and sometimes scary happens.

Number of kurtas bought = 3
Pashminas next!”


Sarah says

“Habits.
I would like to dedicate a book to the beautiful habits of the Indian men...

Habit number 1) The men have a nasty habit of fiddling with their genitalia, for far too long. They have no shame and even do it whilst talking to you. Even a bunch of English lads we met commented on this and were quite upset about it, so it shows how bad they actually are!

Habit number 2) Spitting, not just the occasional flobbing when you have a nasty taste in your mouth, its all the time. On the bus to Udapuir I was sat behind one bloke who was on average spitting out the window every thirty seconds during the 6 hour bus ride, thats about 720 spits! At first I was a bit concerned for the mans health as it was spitting red, but thats because they eat red sweets. Not only did I enjoy watching this spectacle, it also sprayed the whole window with reddish flob on my window, what a lovely view I had.

Habit number 3) haccing up flem. This goes hand in hand with the spitting, and adds an audio effect for all to share. When Jo was buying a top she asked if they had a different colour, to which the gentleman replied "haaaaaaaacccccuuurrrpgghhhhhhhh" which she took as a no.

Habit number 4) Sugar, they love sugar and apparently have a diabetes problem, I wonder why. They literally put 4/5 spoons of sugar into a cup of tea as standard, and munch on sweets all day.

Hope you weren't planning on eating soon,”


Jo says,
“Stalkers.
India is full of stalkers, and they are all attracted to us. Most are harmless, but the most recent development was in Jaipur, where a weird rickshaw driver became obsessed with us and whilst trying to sell us weed, simultaneously tried to claim ownership to our souls! Unfortunately this resulted in him threatening an Egytian doctor friend we had made, whose local 'powerful' friends ensured that basically this guy's life was gonna be hell if he carried on stalking us or did anything to the doctor. Baseball bats and kneecaps came flooding in to my mind until the stalker came and begged forgiveness literally down on his knees to one of the much revered 'local friends'. Nothing beats a bit of ghetto!
We've left Jaipur now and are heading off to Bikaner in North Rajasthan for a nice bit of relaxed non threatening camel riding, the Jaipur local guy gave us his telephone number and informed us that if we receive any more trouble, we're to call him and he'll send his car!”

“Whilst waiting for the bus on the way to a Delhi locality, there was a few women and children carrying tin pots with a monstrosity inside that I can only describe as a mud statue. They were shoved in our face and clearly wanted money. Another older boy who spoke English explained the custom that "that will pray for you if you give them money" and wanted us to give them. I replied that I wasn't religious, which really put his back up and started ranting that we did not understand and respect Indian culture. I told him that I do respect it, and I respect that he can do what he likes with his money, as will I. In response to this debate another Indian women starts shouting at the man telling him that he is disrespectful Indian culture, that the kids just wanted money, and that they should be working, and would not pray for you at all. This promptly shut the boy up, and he scurried off clearly put out!”



Just like the famous lines from one of the hit hindi numbers say,
“APNI CHHATRI TUMKO DE DEN KABHI JO BARSE PAANI, KABHI NAYE PACKET MEIN BECHEN TUMKO CHEEZ PURAANI, PHIR BHI DIL HAI HINDUSTANI”
(At times, we’ll give away our only umbrella to you if it’s raining. At others, will sell ya outdated stuff inside fresh and spiffy packages. Our hearts still are Indian.)

.S. said...

These are clearly two sides of the same coin. what i understand is the more the money thrown into planning ur trip (like the saudi guy), the better, it wades away a lot of unsafe troubles.

For the back packers, they still need to be as much, if not more tactful when it comes to dealing with 'smart' Indians.

India is the largest democracy in the world and full of all kinds of people, so if one has to visit India, they should be ready for a experience of a life time!! ( I would put is as: hold ur pants and run for ur life!, they will strangle u with their bargains!!)

I think it is so pathetic that though we have an amazing history of hospitality (not hospitability)'athiti devo bhava' we do not practice what we preach.

It will still take some more years of education to keep the con artists at bay and the tourist to have a truly safe and pleasurable experience.

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