As I look out of Amachi's window at the street and the marketplace opposite us, what do I observe ? -
That India is - Every sort of energy in every direction.
It always was, it is so and it always will remain so ! No other country, I believe, will ever be able to match us at this. And for this reason India will never be boring. It will always be intriguing, thrilling, even exasperating, but never never never Boring. Never boring like a uniformed regimentalized society, or a dreadfully sanitized sanatorium, or a trite place to live in, or a sickeningly perfect and pretty manicured garden. And this character can not be emulated for it is inborn.
From the Pundits hurrying about on their sacred duties early morning on the street, to the Muslim vendor peddling his wares on a pushcart. From the Bania Uncle, fat and flamboyant, stepping out of his Pajero :), to the poor ragged tramp sleeping undisturbed on the divider amongst the shrubs in the middle of the main road while the traffic and people lumber on alongside. From the shining Metro rail zooming past on the elevated corridor, to the emaciated rickshaw puller struggling to push at his rickshaw's pedals, dragging his heavy passengers along. From Bansal Sweets (Amritsar Wale, Pure Ghee Sweets), to The Premsay confectioners (Cakes and pastries).
From the middle aged man opening his zipper, pulling out his ... and peeing right into our face at the boundary wall of our housing society in full-front public view, to the fine young lady who walks past behind him, unperturbed by the sight, just ignoring him. Why ? Even that middle aged woman who comes and squats behind the bushes at that same spot every morning.
From the constant sirens of the patrolling Police (PCRs), the hurrying Ambulances (Neonatal Care), the Fire Tenders on their drills, to the silent still moments of the night or even of Sundays. From the raucous children, screaming and shouting excitedly in their buses travelling to their picnic spot (Japanese Park, Rohini), the groups of young girls and boys bantering as they casually walk to their study centres with their files under their arms, to the bent-over elderly couple (retired Professor and his wife) going to see their married daughter and grandchild on their early morning stroll. From the ipod ad at the Titan Timepoint, to the local lingerie store- Kanchuki next door. From the shiny Green Chick (chicken shop), to the tehlewala preparing tandoori rotis for his poor as well as rich customers on the street. From the bright and shining houses and shops of the Capitalistic serving the rich and the poor, to the Socialist products (DDA flats) in dilapidated conditions.
From the chaotic, noisy traffic outside, to the (relative :)) calm and quiet peace within our housing society.
This is CRAZY INDIA for you !
As I said once -
INDIA = Every sort of energy in every direction !
and INDIA not = Boring, ever !
AMEN ! :D !
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That India is - Every sort of energy in every direction.
It always was, it is so and it always will remain so ! No other country, I believe, will ever be able to match us at this. And for this reason India will never be boring. It will always be intriguing, thrilling, even exasperating, but never never never Boring. Never boring like a uniformed regimentalized society, or a dreadfully sanitized sanatorium, or a trite place to live in, or a sickeningly perfect and pretty manicured garden. And this character can not be emulated for it is inborn.
From the Pundits hurrying about on their sacred duties early morning on the street, to the Muslim vendor peddling his wares on a pushcart. From the Bania Uncle, fat and flamboyant, stepping out of his Pajero :), to the poor ragged tramp sleeping undisturbed on the divider amongst the shrubs in the middle of the main road while the traffic and people lumber on alongside. From the shining Metro rail zooming past on the elevated corridor, to the emaciated rickshaw puller struggling to push at his rickshaw's pedals, dragging his heavy passengers along. From Bansal Sweets (Amritsar Wale, Pure Ghee Sweets), to The Premsay confectioners (Cakes and pastries).
From the middle aged man opening his zipper, pulling out his ... and peeing right into our face at the boundary wall of our housing society in full-front public view, to the fine young lady who walks past behind him, unperturbed by the sight, just ignoring him. Why ? Even that middle aged woman who comes and squats behind the bushes at that same spot every morning.
From the constant sirens of the patrolling Police (PCRs), the hurrying Ambulances (Neonatal Care), the Fire Tenders on their drills, to the silent still moments of the night or even of Sundays. From the raucous children, screaming and shouting excitedly in their buses travelling to their picnic spot (Japanese Park, Rohini), the groups of young girls and boys bantering as they casually walk to their study centres with their files under their arms, to the bent-over elderly couple (retired Professor and his wife) going to see their married daughter and grandchild on their early morning stroll. From the ipod ad at the Titan Timepoint, to the local lingerie store- Kanchuki next door. From the shiny Green Chick (chicken shop), to the tehlewala preparing tandoori rotis for his poor as well as rich customers on the street. From the bright and shining houses and shops of the Capitalistic serving the rich and the poor, to the Socialist products (DDA flats) in dilapidated conditions.
From the chaotic, noisy traffic outside, to the (relative :)) calm and quiet peace within our housing society.
This is CRAZY INDIA for you !
As I said once -
INDIA = Every sort of energy in every direction !
and INDIA not = Boring, ever !
AMEN ! :D !
... and there's much much more !
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