Sunday, 7 April 2013

INDIA BLOG ARCHIVES (4) - 28 Jan 2005


This was posted by me on a/o as Msg # 5784 on 28 Jan 2005 as `Indian Odyssey - 3`:

To bring this to a close, here are some of my musings:

On Identity and Culture

Those familiar with my views know that I have always distanced myself from India on the basis that as East African Asians (EAAs) by birth (or upbringing) we are not Indians but rather people with an Indian ancestry. In the current jargon, this translates as `P I Os` (persons of Indian origin) as distinct from NRIs (Non-Indian Residents) who are Indian citizens resident abroad, though the Indians themselves include in this category those who were born in India and have since migrated elsewhere, irrespective of their current nationality. (It happened that the second `Pravasi` or Conference on Indians Overseas, had just ended as we arrived in Mumbai on 10 January). The distinction between PIOs (or more accurately Persons of Indian Descent) and NRIs is important, not just in terms of legal niceties but also because of fundamental cultural differences - `culture` here is used in the broader sense of a way of life in societal terms, not just in terms of ethnic or religious heritage. Of course, our EAA identity has since morphed into an adopted and hyphenated British-Asian (or Indo-Canadian or Indo-American as the case may be) variety in the wake of our further migration to the West. And while paradoxically from a global perspective we may have thus become part of the vast Indian diaspora, in India itself we are seen as `foreigners`, which is fine with me, but taking a long view of prospective history, the `Indianness` of the `diaspora` may surely in fifty or hundred years be subsumed into another form of identity?

Why make heavy weather of this? Well, as is no doubt everyone else`s experience, you are constantly asked "Where are you from?", "Where are you originally from" or even "Are you Indian?" and we took pains to point out that we ourselves were not but our parents / grandparents (`baap dadah`) were from Gujarat or Jamanagar and if appropriate then we would explain that they had migrated to Africa ((my father`s had settled there around 1910 and he himself did so in 1915) and that we were born and brought up there and so on. That made more sense, as it put everything in the right framework. We were clearly strangers to Indian ways; we did not look, speak or behave like the natives or even the Indian elite. Our outlook, approach, mannerism etc all were different.

We are all familiar with the absence of `please` and `thank you` in Indian parlance but Indians also lack in the kind of interactive communication that we take for granted. Everything became instantly formalized or businesslike. Indeed, it was not possible to engage them in eye-contact or casual conversation; they simply do not notice you. For example, if you meet them in a lift or hotel corridor or brush shoulders with them in queues or restaurants or other public places, even basic human courtesies are shunned. Among themselves, conscious of status as they are, strangers rarely acknowledge the existence of each other.

Apart from situations where we were the honoured customers or recipients of service or of private hospitality, social intercourse was simply not on. The only other people that we could easily communicate with at our own level were the other tourists, whether of Indian origin or not. And in this regard, our East African connection always came in handy. We had no difficulty in identifying fellow British Indians with an EA background. Before we left, I had predicted that we were bound to bump into someone we knew somewhere on our trip - and that happened on the very first night of our arrival in Kerala - when Vassant Gajjar (an old college-mate of Kanchan and Bhadras) spotted us in our hotel!

So we were touring the land of our ancestors, rather than a country where we ourselves had originated from. Indians to me are not my brothers, but rather cousins (once or twice removed) - though in typical Indian fashion this could be turned in `cousin-brothers`! At times of course, the locals may have thought we were from another part of India, and in Mumbai dealing with taxi-wallahs was better done in Hindi, but by and large we were treated either as foreigners or as NRIs, even when we spoke in Gujarati in Gujarat. And here is where the Indians characterstic high regard for everything and everybody `foreign` worked to our advantage. They are just too eager to please and accommodate you, too respectful, too easily impressed, too `good` towards foreigners. Is this some sort of an inferiority complex or a candid acceptance of foreign superiority as far as material things are concerned?

On how Indian society has changed

One thing that is very noticeable is the change in the `master`-`servant` relationship and perceptions. Gone are the days of rude, loud commands or disdainful conduct towards employees, minions or those whose job it was to serve others. Now the masters address their servants with respect; `tamme` instead of `tu`, with polite consideration. Commensurately, the fawning obsequiousness of the underlings has been replaced by a new, more self-respecting kind of relationship. As one highly placed individual remarked, this reflected the realization that neither side could do without the other. So respect has grown out of necessity - no bad thing! But as I alluded to in my remarks about Mumbai, there seemed to be a sea-change in attitudes towards the poor underclass. It is almost as if the rising middle classes wish them to disappear from sight. When on the few occasions that we were besotted by beggars, there were efforts made by others to discourage or push them away, and a perceptible air of embarrassment even.

On Irritable Indian habits

A paradoxical example of contrary behaviour, considering how keeping one`s social distance is regarded otherwise, is the tendency of Indians to stand or walk past or mingle too close to you for comfort. I had to sternly tell guys, on more than one occasion, to move away from me while I was using a public telephone or conducting other business They are not bothered about either eavesdropping on your conversation or letting you hear theirs. They are also prone to touch and take what we would regard as familiar liberties. I suppose this comes from living on top of one another in an overpopulated country. The same is reflected of course in the way they drive, ride or move about on roads, which here would be interpreted as aggressive and inconsiderate. What we call respect for space is absent.

On Indians` disregard of individuality

Another facet of the same phenomenon is a lack of comprehension on their part of the importance we attach to individual need, expression or idiosyncracy. At Palitana or the Ajanta caves, there were all these `doli` carriers who incessantly importuned business, insisting that we had to be ferried ("Baba / Madam / Auntie / Dadda / Uncle ... you need it, you please let us carry you".) How does an old English person, hobbling along determinedly with a stick, react if one were to offer them a hand? It was the sheer inability to understand that however slowly or seemingly painfully you may be walking, you still want to do your own thing.

And then how I longed to be able to push my own suitcase or carry my handluggage - but no, it was quickly whisked away from me by anyone out of a whole array of minders. And there were always lesser souls quick on the draw to open or close doors, to unfold your napkins, to do the minutest thing that might require some action, never mind physical effort. At hotel checkins and departures, there were always not one but several members of the staff who performed their alloted task in strict hierarchical order (eg. the gatekeeper only opened the doors, the cases were carried by a porter (someone else having brought them down), and one was greeted or waved off by a third, presumably higher employee. It is hardly any wonder that one can see so many Indian men and women are mis-shapen, obese, wobbly on their feet or otherwise physically unfit! But equally there was an even greater number of people whom we would call `little`, undernourished or at least underdeveloped. (I know this sounds like a rant, but I am allowed the occasional outburst!).

Everyone is generally type-cast or, more cynically, rather caste-typed. They look at you and after `placing` you in a category or class that they think you belong to, determine their actions, behaviour or responses accordingly. You are either veg or non-veg, or Hindu, Muslim or Christian, or rich (by their standards) or lowdown. Nuances of gradation or commonality are too subtle.

On Religion and Religiosity

Wherever we went, we found no evidence of any communal tension whatsoever. In Kerala, we were told that there is roughly an equal number of Hindus, Muslims and Christians and that they live side by side and interact with each other in perfect harmony. We saw no reason to doubt that. In Aurangabad, a traditional Muslim majority area, too, Hindus and Hindu temples were visibly an integral part of society. As it happened, our guide there was Muslim; he was a real expert on the Ajunta and Ellora cave complexes, with their underlying Hindu Jain and Buddhist significance in terms of religious symbolism philosophy and scriptures. Mumbai of course is a cosmopolitan city and people professing different religious affiliations seemed to be at ease. In Gujarat too, three years after the bloody riots, there was nothing to suggest that normality had not returned. Indeed, nowhere did we come across anyone making hostile remarks about any particular religion or community, though regional differences or characteristics were often referred to, but without rancour.

That said, we cannot of course get away from the fact that religion dominates Indian life. It serves as the primary yardstick of individual and group identity. Everyone is defined by reference to it. Symbols of religion abound; in dress, in action and in other manifestations. So this is another paradox; at the political and ideological level, so much is made of the country as a secular republic while at the same time people`s lives are governed by religious fervour. For someone like me, religion is a stranglehold that shackles the free spirit. And yet, we cannot get away from the fact that as in all ancient civilizations, so in India - more perhaps than anywhere else - religion has been at the root of so much creativity, in terms of art, architecture, music, dance and literature. Recently we have had discussion on this forum about the Indians` tendency to magnify and glorify their past; but wherever we went there are extant examples of the most magnificent structures and specimens - temples, statues, mosques, minarets, forts, palaces, paintings, murals, carvings, sculptures and all manner of artefacts, going back to more than a thousand years. Of course, there has been religious conflict as well, with mutual hatred boiling over to the point of genocide and lesser forms of cruelty and destruction.

This then is a facet of India that both fascinates and repels us: I certainly am not comfortable with having to navigate around the religious boundaries and limitations. The only optimistic assessment that one can make is that despite the historical legacy and living presence of religious differences, Indian society seems to accept and be able to live with diversity, with all manner of people being accepted as part of the body politic. There is a growing sense of nationhood.

On Cultural / Ethnic Affinity

And finally, how do we relate to Indians? More like members of an extended clan where we left the common family home two or three generations ago. The distance is in terms of both time and space. One does not feel connected in any personal or immediate sense; only in terms of an ethnic dimension. Emotion does not enter into the equation; human empathy does. We wish the Indians well of course. Their dynamism has to be admired and their efforts have to be encouraged. We feel proud of their achievement and struggles, and to be of Indian stock - to share a common ancestry and past. But would we like to live, CAN we live there? Clearly not. This is true of even of most NRIs. Have we got India out of our system? Towards the end, we thought we had and that we would not be making a return visit again (even though we already are committed to another trip in October). Now I am not so sure. India in small doses is fine. So after a suitable interval of time, I am sure, (like the proverbial lover who does not admit to desire or the mother who thinks she has had enough of babies) the urge to go there again will return. Let us see.

RAMNIK SHAH
Surrey England

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