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India is never warm…

18/04/2013

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I can’t tell really how Indians, or Malayalis (that’s how people from Kerala, speaking Malayalam, are called) feel about there country. The feeling is probably blurry, as it is in general when you look at things from too close. When you are driving in the traffic (dense and hectic like a jungle around here…) you can’t get a proper general view of the highway, neither enjoy the landscape.

People have opinions, of course, about a lot of subjects concerning India. Opinions built by their family’s cast, culture and political preferences. Opinions fed by the newspaper they have chose to read or the channel they put on tv. Like everyone, everywhere on the small global village of modern civilisation.

Questionned, many express that India is beautiful, but corrupted; growing, but limited; spiritual, but discriminatory. They love tradition but desire Nike shoes and imported cars… Others express different things, in a different way, more than one billion people makes a lot of possible opinions.

I try not to judge this or that. I don’t know between black and white. I just can tell that, to me, India is never grey, never warm. Boiling hot or freezing cold, from hell to paradise, sometimes in a split second.

We have chosen to settle in a place which is close as we could find to the paradise, in the heart of nature, wonderful backwaters, beach and coconut trees. It’s a safe heaven, but the city is just there, end of the road, leave the island, take a chain of three bridges, and you are there, Ernakulam, the hive, busy, polluted, charmless. Dream to nightmare, contrast total. To me, indian city is mostly hell, with fortunately some expensive places to rest, disseminated, linked by AC car. I know my privilege, i am still a foreigner, not a tourist anymore, but still living in the “tourist bubble”, rich and protected like a tourist.

But what makes India today, is precisely that everything is in India. The richest and the poorest people on earth. Deserts, jungles, skyscrapers, the highest montains, endless plains and water everywhere around. Tall people, small people, dark, fair, yellow skins, all Indians. Everything is in India, including me, not a tourist anymore, not Indian of course, long term guest, expatriate.

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2 Comments
  1. Yellon toomten permalink

    Its rely dificlt to describe India in general terms.. Such diversity u wont find in any other country…

    • I agree, country, continent, everything is in India, and its opposite. In the obviously subjective format of the blog, I try to convey honestly my narrow specific expatriate point of view. Thanks for passing by and taking time to comment.

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