People have asked me why we wanted to travel to
India. Isn’t it overcrowded, dirty, and noisy, they ask.
Yes, it is. But it is much more than what you see on
the surface. This fellow pushes his cart of fresh fruit along the street. |
Cities, especially, are a jumbled mass of humanity which makes accomplishing tasks of daily living difficult. Chadni Chowk, the Old Town Market in Delhi, is a good microcosm of city life for the mid and lower classes. But the market is an historical place you must visit if you really want to experience all the crazy wonderfulness of this complicated country.
Colorful blankets for sale |
Chadni Chowk is one of the oldest and busiest markets
in Old Delhi, a place where you really want to have a guide. Its open air shops
offer a multitude of goods at wholesale prices. It’s the most popular place for
wedding shopping—paper goods, invitations, and bridal wear.
Food was cooked open-air style. Often we had no idea what was being prepared--and didn't dare sample it. |
Open air spice
markets and food vendors peddle a plethora of items, such as the wagon full of
green limes making its way down the stifling street. Boxes of second-hand books
(in case you want to learn chemistry, medicine, or law) were also bundled for
resale to other shops.
In cities and rural towns vendors line the streets with their wares or sit beside the wall and wait for a "job." |
Electric wires strung across alleys like this seemed dangerous to me. |
Such close encounters means horns are constantly
blaring at all decibels and tones. Vehicles
are spewing noxious exhaust, and just the noise of so much movement can be a
head-splitting cacophony that never stops.
Still, we rarely saw tempers flare even though the
conditions would bring huge road rage in America. It seems the people are adept
at anticipating movement and avoiding collisions.
But look past the rust, peeling paint, and disarray.
If you can blot those out of your mind, you’ll see brilliant colors everywhere—beautifully
beaded and sequined gowns, glistening textiles in Crayola hues, and elaborate
jewelry in crisp gold or decorated with multi-colored stones.
Rickshaw
ride
Our guide wanted us to experience a traditional
bicycle rickshaw ride, but what should have been a 15 or 20 minute jaunt took
us into a massive traffic jam that took an hour to navigate. We were bounced,
bumped, and jostled down the pothole-laden alley as our adult bike peddler dodged
so many obstacles.
Ready for our ride--we held on for dear life. |
Despite the hot, dusty ride, I tried to appreciate
the experience for the fact it exposed us to life in Delhi—something I know not
everyone will comprehend or value. But it was through such experiences that we better
understood the culture of this heavily populated country. (One in six people in
the world is Indian, our guide said).
We saw plenty that was good as well as bad—including
the friendliness of the people. We observed that many different religious
groups lived well together, and applauded that the country recognizes the inequality
of the caste system, even though this social anomaly is still practiced. Traffic on jam-packed streets leads tomass confusion. |
As we traveled on to several interior national parks
to view tigers and other wildlife, we enjoyed beautiful landscapes that many
Indians themselves never see. Whether they live in a large city or in rural
areas, life for most people is rather simple with few amenities. And there is a
great divide according to education level achieved. I’ll write more about life
in India in future posts.
Photos by Larry and Beverly Burmeier