|« Back to article||Print this article|
But now that you have made this decision to move back to India after 27-odd years -- you were last here when you were just a teen in college -- I think it's foolish to waver. Hold your course.
When you arrive in India, later this month, stick it out for whatever time it takes to judge whether you can survive here. Look at it calmly. It's difficult to decide on India instantly. Remember how much you hated T initially after moving there. Gut reactions are quite often accurate for people, but not places. So hang in there.
Click on NEXT to read further...
Ten pointers to a new India
Saisuresh Sivaswamy's take on the state of India
Young India bristles with hope, confidence
Desperately seeking Ramanujans
God, give us independence from what ails India
8 things India needs to do urgently
In The New York Times and other international newspapers, as well as on Indian Web sites, you have probably been bombarded with articles about the New India and the giant leaps the country has been making.
There are the swish malls where Hamleys of London, Zara and Apple have opened shop, the gated communities of Gurgaon, the new toll highways, the world-class universities like Hyderabad's Indian School of Business, spotless hospitals like Mumbai's Kokilaben Dhirubhai Ambani Hospital and campuses like Infosys in Bangalore.
But I am perennially e-mailing bank presidents, managing directors, police honchos and consulate officials, to get stuff done or to complain. Contacts are still the only way stuff gets done -- jhatpat -- even in the private sector.
Getting a gas connection, repairing a phone, recovering a stolen car, is still more complex than it needs to be.
You need a whole lot of patience to manoeuvre your way around India. Patience tempered with persistence.
But ever so often, when you get mad or fed up with India, or aggravated about something that is not going right, or disheartened at the way India does things, it is the thoughtful, extraordinarily helpful gesture of some ordinary person, someone you may not even know, who just makes that aggravation go pooff.
Indians, generally, very much love people, who, more often than not, bend over backwards to help. We all struggle to have a better life and that is why you find so many who will help you negotiate a spot of trouble. India is also a welcoming place.
Take a place like Kerala (Christianity arrived in 52 AD), where Jews, Hindus, Muslims and Christians have lived together harmoniously from the beginning of time. The Jews only began to feel unwelcome after the Europeans arrived.
Or take Ladakh where Moravian missionaries ended up growing potatoes in the 1800s because they could not convert the permanently content Buddhist Ladakhis to Christianity.
India's peculiar, upbeat contentment, so hard to fathom, is also a huge strength. Western theories put it down to our belief that we expect to have a better life in our next birth.
But is that what it really is? It's so amazing -- and almost spiritually gratifying -- to visit a crowded, squalid urban slum or an impoverished Madhya Pradesh village (no electricity, no schools, no health care and no water) and not discover a glum face.
In homes abroad, phones never ring and the doorbell never goes off unexpectedly. No unannounced visitors, ever. Please!
India's strange content manifests itself in other odd places. Our much-examined arranged marriages probably work on the premise that the spouse chosen by the elders is the only one you are going to get -- be content.
Life in India dazzles with its colour, variety and lively dynamism. As historian and writer William Dalrymple once told me, "Every day, I am still surprised by this country." Every day! Half an hour before you were here, MTNL (Mahanagar Telephone Nigam Limited, the government-run fixed-line telephone utility in Mumbai and New Delhi), were here to connect the Internet. The whole question of how far you give baksheesh and the knowledge your Net is going to stop working tomorrow if you don't give Rs 500... enjoyable state of muddle."
Indian people are also about obligation and duty. These are heavy, dull words, but they are the backbone on which India runs. Unlike more moneyed, developed and selfish societies, we constantly labour under our obligations.
No friend or family member is so unimportant they can't be helped.
We go out of our way to help each other and we do not expect a word of thanks because it's about being hospitable.
You are always welcome to stay in my home and me in yours. Hospitality is a law of everyday life. We smother people with our hospitality (atithi seva). Food is part of our hospitality and every Indian loves to feed his guest -- just a glass of water for a guest?
And a trip to another society is totally baffling as you try to decipher their agony over an unexpected visitor or that they have to actually get out of their own skin to help someone -- tsk, tsk, such obligation.
I am often asked by relatives living in Park Lane or Scarsdale -- or whatever tony address -- why I chose to work as a journalist in India and not in the United States or Europe.
And as chaotic as India is, you never cease to wonder how does this country endure, survive, get better and eventually glitter, even as its heart does!
So, V, give India a chance.
Lots of love,
Vaihayasi Pande Daniel, Associate Editorial Director, Features, Rediff.com and India Abroad, is half-Estonian, was born in Canada, grew up in America, did her high school in Jharkhand, India, returned to America for a stint, married a Tamil Christian and has lived in Mumbai for 24 years.