After a sluggish Saturday, we went to the other side of town to a neighborhood called Whitefield, an amusing irony since this is a place where there are many expats living in gated communities with their golden retrievers and riding lawnmowers. The patio bar was hosting performances of a local music academy, where people of all ages were coming onstage for their recitals in a casual and modern setting (the pheads I’m looking for is non-corny). The audience was full of families gathered to watch the students perform. But, before 10pm someone’s uncle was doubled over at a perfect 90 degree angle, emptying his guts on the floor while the entire patio went silent, yet no one raised to claim him. The employees carried on and let him continue his retching. Afterwards, the poor fella spent the rest of the evening sitting on the floor of the men’s room or near the exit with his head in his hands. My feet and ankles are now swollen and red with welts from mosquito bites. Everyone suffers somehow in Whitefield.
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Before leaving for India, when I told people where I was going, they told me, “People either love it or hate it.” I brought the subject up with my mom (who has been to India twice) and she told me “People either see the misery or the beauty.” These black and white statements don’t satisfy me. I want to see both sides, my reality of India.
Now that I am here, and I post videos or images I understand what people don’t want to see. Nobody wants to know about an objective experience where there are beautiful (sacred) cows grazing in a pile of debris near a construction site that is seventy percent organic material and thirty percent plastic packaging and other human produced garbage. I want to show the drain that runs adjacent to my neighborhood. Dirty water and refuse run through a canal that is bordered on both sides by colorful buildings. However, not many people want to see this reality of a developing country and their waste disposal and management difficulties. Beauty is a reality but sometimes realities aren’t beautiful. These aren’t even the most unpleasant things I can show you!