A Traveler in India

March 6, 2007

So I have arrived safely in Mumbai. My first breath of India and I was glad to be back.

It is said that people who come to India either love it or hate it. I think this is true, although I can’t imagine anyone opting for the latter. India has its difficult aspects, to be sure – the trash, the dirt, the beggars, the ceaseless hawkers and taxi drivers. It can constantly push and shove you, ring loudly in your ears, harass you. Nothing gets done when it is supposed to be done – if at all – and each new day can be a constant barrage of smells, blaring horns, roaming cows, touters, chaos and aggravations.

Although I’ll admit that at times these things aggravate me, too, mostly they are just a part of what makes India…well, India. Fascinating, foreign, exciting and exotic – an amazingly diverse jumble of peoples, religions, foods, spices, languages and traditions. The very reason one travels at all.

There is so much to love about India, and I fear that those who profess to hate it are of the variety quintessentially known at the “Ugly American,” although they may be any nationality at all. They view the entire world through the arrogant lens of their own existence, which is the yardstick by which it compares. The closer their experience comes to their own myopic expectation, the better they like it. They cannot be bothered to expand their minds, to consider that there are other cultures, beautiful and rich and vastly different from their own. To stray outside the comfort zone of how they believe life should be is simply not in them. The Georges V in Paris is good, a cruise around the Mediterranean is good. Anything too far outside their comfort zone is not good.

If these people go to India, they do it on a pre-booked tour where everything is arranged in advance and they stay in hotels run by corporate chains. Guides and drivers shuttle them safely from place to place, while they gawk out the windows of their cars or trains or hotels at the spectacle of India passing before them. Then they go home and tell their friends how poor and filthy and smelly India is.

By they never even really saw India. They never stepped foot of the carefully escorted path, never actually met any Indians that weren’t serving them food or selling them something. They never went to an Indian home for tea. They ate in tourist hotels where all the other faces were Western and dutifully traipsed around the Taj Mahal and Varanasi and Rathambore with their video cameras. And all the while they were completely shielded from the real India.

Why someone would pay a large amount of money to go somewhere and then pay even more enormous sums to be protected from it, I can’t answer for you. I have no idea. I think these people should just stay home and watch the travel channel.

There is a fundamental difference between a tourist and a traveler. One of my favorite travel writers, my friend Rolf Potts, said, “Tourists leave home to escape the world, while travelers leave home to experience it.” Many people who think they are travelers really are no such thing – they might travel the world but they experience very little. The beauty of real travel is that everything is new, nothing is familiar – the people, the landscapes, the language, the culture, the food – the way of life as a whole. And true travelers embrace it all, taking off their personal blinders of habit, experience, bias, perspective and expectations to fully embrace this different new world they joyously find themselves in.

For someone who’s never been, India must be experienced this way. Those who hate it simply have not done so. It must be looked at with different eyes, fresh eyes, and they will absolutely open wide at the splendor, the enchantment, the amazing people and daily parade of life – struggles, joys and triumphs – that pass by every minute.

To find one brilliant and valuable piece of gold, panhandlers would sift through huge quantities of dirt flecked with sparkling gold dust, never taking their eyes off each grain lest they miss the prize – and appreciating each piece of even common dirt because it was part of their essential life.

So it is with India.

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About Shelley Seale

I'm Shelley, a journeyer and learner of the world, freelance journalist and author, yoga chick and dog lover. I pound the keyboard from home barefoot every day, and while my boss is demanding she also occasionally lets me have the early afternoon cocktail. I think not going into an office or collecting corporate paychecks are very good ideas, though not always profitable. I have written for National Geographic, USA Today, The Guardian, Texas Monthly and CNN, among others. Neither the New York Times nor Johnny Depp have answered my letters yet. I love yoga, indie movies, wine, and books, though not necessarily in that order. I believe in karma. Mean people suck. If I could have any dream job I would like to be a superhero. I have performed a catch on the flying trapeze, boarded down a live volcano and was once robbed by a monkey in Nepal. But, I don't know how to whistle. My mantra is "travel with a purpose."

Posted on March 7, 2007, in India, shelley seale, travel and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. jim scarborough

    Shelley, I look forward to your updates. Via con Dios!
    -jim

  2. Hi Shelley! I’m so happy to hear from you and know that you have made it safelyto India! I look forward to every word you write and can’t wait until you are home to tell us about it first hand. Love you! – Amy

  3. Kathleen Evans

    My favorite part:

    “Why someone would pay a large amount of money to go somewhere and then pay even more enormous sums to be protected from it, I can’t answer for you. I have no idea. I think these people should just stay home and watch the travel channel.”

    Shelley, this is brilliantly written. I can’t wait to experience India again in just a few days. I am sure your book will be amazing! Safe travels. See you in Roukela!

  4. Shelley, I’m so excited to “go” on this journey with you. Thanks for setting up this blog. Speaking of which, you have to remember that some of us single women who are travelers and “leave our homes to explore the world” feel most comfortable booking an organized tour when it’s our first time in the country and we’re traveling solo. That’s how I experienced China and it’s how I’ll see India for the first time this year. I know I’m getting the filtered, watered-down version, but I’m thankful to see and do and be, regardless. (Now, Europe and Mexico are different stories. Just give me a good pair of walking shoes and a map and I’ll blaze my own trail, thank you! Funny how that is…) Anyway, I’m looking forward to more posts. xoxo!

  5. Hi Katie,
    Thanks for your comments and hope I didn’t offend!! Just to clarify – I have nothing against ALL group travel per se – it is more the spirit of, and how people travel. As a woman, if I were going certain places in the world, especially alone or places I have not been – the Middle East, for one – I would most certainly arrange for a group ahead of time. I am really talking about the kinds of people who don’t leave their resorts, who expect things to be like they are at home, who pay to be shielded from the country and the experience. As Rolf Potts said, tourists go to escape and travelers go to experience. It is all about expectations, and many people have the exact same expectations when traveling as they do at home, instead of leaving them checked at the door – which is what true travel is all about – and this is why they pay to be shielded and then go home and complain about the place they visited. You are definitely in the category that goes to experience!

  6. love this post!

    I’ve been to India as a solo woman-of-a-certain-age traveler in 2005, 2006, and am planning my third trip. I had never been overseas in my life before and I’ve been around the sun over 50 times….I went to India to study yoga (am yoga teacher.)

    The minute I stepped off the plane in Chennai I felt as if I had come home, and there is not a day that goes by that I do not think of India.

    great blog!

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