The Strangest Thing About India

I kept looking at India through the eyes of a tourist or a traveler. For the first time it was hard to distinguish a difference for me. India made you something different from the time you stepped onto the soil. Everything I saw I thought it was strange. Everything in this country was just so weird and foreign to me. This is the first country where I was like whoa… these people are different.
Their customs and traditions are completely different than anything we are used to. I learned this by staying in hotels without bathrooms, bathrooms without water or toilet paper, and waking up at 5:15am every morning I was there. It was nonstop India. I couldn’t get enough of it. It was so disturbing to the eye. It was watching the most disgusting thing I could have ever imagined and I couldn’t look away. From the kids playing cricket in the streets to the women carrying maimed babies begging for money, I couldn’t stop to sleep. I knew that if I slept, I was missing something and I didn’t know if I would ever get the chance to experience anything so foreign to me again.
India was different. India was strange, but the strangest thing about India wasn’t the lack of beef or booze, it wasn’t the Ganges River or Varanassi, it wasn’t silk shops, rickshaws drivers, or the horrible smells either. The strangest thing about India was me. It was Semester at Sea. We didn’t fit in at all. As we pulled up in our extravagant ship waiting to hit the streets and shop for useless things we didn’t need, we didn’t realize that India is something that we will be able to change during our stay. We can look and judge everything we experienced in India but we can’t change India. We can’t ignore India. It smacks you in the face with breathtaking poverty and makes your day with the smile of a child that hasn’t showered in weeks. Everyone there was in harmony. It was chaos but it was harmony. We were the beat that didn’t fit the rhythm. Therefore, instead of us being progressive and trying to change India, I hope everyone realize how much India changed them because you can’t walk the streets and not be affected. In other places or even at home where you might have to look for the poverty or bad conditions, all you had to do in India was open your eyes. Some people couldn’t handle it. I loved it. It’s not a place I’m dying to go back to, but it’s probably the place I’m the most grateful to have experienced.

3 Response to "The Strangest Thing About India"

  1. Anonymous Says:
    May 6, 2007 at 1:31 PM

    wow

  2. Anonymous Says:
    May 12, 2007 at 2:07 PM

    Kevin, Thanks for the wonderful blogs, I can't wait to see all the
    photos you and Anna have. George and I won't be in SanD because Ian has leave from USMC for Mom's Day, but we will see you in Colorado soon (maybe you and Hunter will be camping in Anna's living room).
    Take care, have a safe trip back to Ohio and CSU, and come visit us in Seattle anytime. Love, Char

  3. MdrnPrincess says:
    May 13, 2007 at 12:31 PM

    In a bit of a corny way it sounds like India made you stronger mentally and emotionally. After reading all of your blogs I have a small sense of the strangeness that has changed you.