November 19th, 2009
India is chaos and beauty all rolled up into one festive, unruly and unforgiving ball of spice.
India offers no remorse or apologies.
Poverty is butted up right against polish here: Slums on the painted tip toes of mansions. Oxen line the roads while limos take expats to the Google headquarters.
People are everywhere, traffic is manic and the sound of horns, hammering, screaming and talking never stop…EVER.
It is also beautiful. The spirit of the people is captured in their colors. The city is blooming. Saris decorate the rubble and women workers dot the road-side in greens, indigos and bright yellow. Even the poorest are vibrantly dressed.
The slums are unnerving and vast. Blue tarps dot hillsides where strip-mining rules. The city moves seamlessly from slum to shops to wealth to slums. It is an endless cycle of random plots. Men are standing welding in the streets as cars weave around them. People crush rocks and sell anything imaginable.
The place is bubbling with entrepreneurs and determination. It seems to be growing and developing far too quickly for any sort of over-sight to take place. The randomness of it all is uncanny.
I am exhausted and hungry but strangely awake.
I am missing my family and the normalness of home but appreciating that this is all part of the process.
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