India is in a time warp.
At sometime in the future the past will catch up with the present.
I hope that I don’t live that long. I would hate to see all that makes the country so wonderful just swept away.
On one trip to India in the 90s I was wearing a watch with a face that I had replaced to commemorate my visit, and it simply said ‘India 1997’ on the dial. While on a train journey someone noticed, and thinking that I was wearing a watch that was made in India, they expressed shock that India might produce something that a foreigner might deem worthy of being worn.
On another trip I visited the art college in Panjim where the students claimed that Braque and Picasso were their true inspiration. The token Indian miniaturist was tucked out of the way in a dark corner. The young people there were in denial about their own culture.
On a train in Kerala; ‘God’s Own Country’, a seemingly affluent and well educated woman blithely threw all the packaging and remains of her lunch out of the train window.
In a smart eco resort in Gujarat a well-to-do couple with two spoiled children walked out when a group of tribal women and girls started to perform traditional dance for the hotel guests.
All that is modern, slick and Western is admired which is fine to an extent but why do so many Indian people defile and denigrate their homeland and reject their rich culture and history?