Incredible India – an accurately chosen motto representing this country. In order to attract more tourists, Indian government creates not only the magic image of the country, but also tries to develop a better manner of its citizens by implanting a certain attitude: the guest is God. Thus, I was traveling to the incredible country – where all the Maharaja and Aishwarya Rai beauties live, where magic river Ganga is flowing, and spirituality is blowing in the air – in an elevated mood.
This incredible country is not easy to dress in words. It is like an Indian woman, wrapped into colored sari, which you can call neither pants nor a dress. When I observed the country in the beginning, I automatically transformed its image into thoughts and words, but between the spectator and the image there are labels, evaluations, and concepts inserted, which prevent objective experience. After a month in India my view totally changed.
Needless to say, India is the country of contrasts. It may astonish you with architectural masterpieces and temples, but if you set your foot somewhere in the suburbs, you wish to take it out again immediately. You don’t get many spiritual thoughts when you see the clutter around. When I was passing the street traders, they pelted on me the black dirt they had just cleaned up.
The flâneur plan in Delhi was suppressed. With quick steps I set off to a nearby train station. I saw the coming train, without windows. In front of my eyes shimmered suddenly some articles about Indian public transport “security” for girls.
Next moment I was sitting in a taxi and traveled more than 300 kilometers (it would be about 50 km less if my taxi driver wouldn’t be lost) towards the Himalayas, to city of Rishikesh, known as The Gateway to the Himalayas, the yoga capital of the world. The garbage on the roadside made me melancholic, but if you turn your gaze up you can see incredibly beautiful nature.
Beeeeep… This was the sound accompanying all the way. Later, I realized that this drivers’ beeping is very natural in India, since cows, donkeys, monkeys, and humans crowd the streets. I was sitting quietly in the car and asked a young boy, the taxi driver, to close all the windows.
However, the country got other colors when the driver turned on Indian radio music, which is colored by the contrasts of everyday life. To understand India logically is not an easy task. You need to see the country not only with your eyes wide opened, but also to sense the invisible, trough its music, smells, tastes, touches, or sound syntheses.
Here lingers a controversial energy. Strangers in the streets often warmly greeting you by: Namaste. However, in the most of the peoples’ eyes you can feel a heavy and even condemning gaze, but there are also many enlightened, who share their good energy. Since these inspirers are seeking for spirituality, enlightened people are adored in India. I have heard not once: we do not believe in God, we believe in the Teacher.