24 Jun 2011

LOST IN NEW DELHI

I travel around India often, some times on business and other times for pleasure.
Rural India has more or less stood still for as long as I can remember. No drastic change that one can see  except for the ubiquitous satellite TV dish antenna and the mobile phone. Everybody now-a-days have them. They are the status symbol of the new resurgent India. There are but few Indians out of touch with each other, and with the world !!
During the independence struggle back in the 1930’s, I am told that Gandhi perceived the mass and centre of gravity of India to be in the heart lands and hence that is where he focussed himself, the revolution was in the villages. When I now travel in the interiors of North India, the first thing that I notice is that there are but a few people about in the heartland. One could drive for miles, with out seeing a human being. There are miles and miles of verdant cultivated land, all using modern mechanised machinery, but very few people. So where are the Indians, teeming millions (one point two five billions to be exact) ?
The major part of rural India have sold their land to agro consortiums and migrated to urban India. I believe that around 1954, the first census after independence, there were around five metros (A Class cities with < 2 mill population), around 12 B class ones (< 1 mill) and about  24 C class ones. In 2004 we had 32 A class cities, 322 B class ones and no count of the C class ones !!! The whole demography of India (mass and centre of gravity) has shifted to cities, the urban centres. The revolution is now in the cities.  There is no better example of demographic overload than Delhi. 
Half a century ago (1961), when I first passed through Delhi on my way to a boarding school in Dehra Dun, along the foot hillls of the himlayas, Delhi was probably about 20 km wide – in two parts. A highly congested and dirty town called Old Delhi (OD), and a world apart, the new swanking colonial Lutyens' Delhi called New Delhi (ND). Fifty years later OD and ND have merged. Delhi is now 185 km wide and in 8 parts. Lutyens' Delhi is now called ‘Central Delhi (CD)’, a reserve forest for the most influential and powerful political animals in India, with a few rich and equally powerful industrialists sandwiched in between the colonial villas.  Rest of the ordinary Delhi-ites live in satellite towns of Noida-puri, Ghazia-bad, Farida-bad, Gur-gaon-bad, Maya-puri, Jehangir-puri and so on. They are all ‘bad’ even when called ‘puri’.  In another corner of Delhi, where Yudhisthira built Indraprastha three thousand years ago, there now stands  ‘Yamuna Pushta’ (YP). YP is as close to ‘Hell’ as I can imagine. YP is the largest refugee colony in the world. YP is home, like a bee hive, for about 10 million people, who live like wild boars in a 10 km diameter circle, just adjacent to the Yamuna river, with no pretence of being humans. The rest of the 150 million Delhi-ites live in a marginally more human condition in DDA flats. DDA flats (housing colonies built by Delhi Development Authority), are buildings that look like ‘Lego’ blocks put together by a mentally handicapped child. But there is another Delhi, called National Capital Region (NCR), on the outer fringes, where it is difficult to tell whether one is in Delhi or in Dubai or Washington. It is the new ‘New Delhi’, with swanking skyscrapers, huge lifestyle “Malls”, landscaped surroundings, wide roads, metros, a fully air-conditioned concrete jungle, a place where one cannot distinguish night from day. This is where all the Non Resident Indians (NRIs), foreign investments, and foreign culture have come to roost. This is where all Indians are aspiring to go to.
By the stroke of a pen, the govt of India removed the poverty line. It is now known as the ‘Scooter Line’. The lot who have a motorized vehicle (scooter or better) and the ones who don’t. The revolution is brewing below the surface. In the ‘urban jungles’ we have different kind of people. The political lions and tigers in CD, the wild boar from YP, the worker ants from DDA colonies, and the ‘noveaux riche’ nocternal animals from NCR. The wild boar has few aspirations and lesser scope or hope to get out of YP. Only a few can hope to get to the tiger country in CD. So the teeming millions in DDA aspire to get into NCR, the NRI domain, by hook or by crook.  The cultural and economic chasm between YP’s and the DDA’s are increasing by the day. The first causality is the “Indian-ness”. No body wants to be an Indian any more, unless he is an Indian with a Green Card from US, employed in India, on a US salary !!! The young Indians are learning every language possible, and queuing up before every embassy possible, to go out of India and be somebody else other than be Indians !!! Americans and Americanism are the role models for them. Few years ago, the BPO business created a revolution of it’s own. They rounded up every teenager in sight and put them to work like battery hens in call centers. To make them effective, they gave the youth pseudonyms, new identities and new accents. Prithipal Singh became Pat, Shalini Nair became Sally. For 8 – 10 hrs a day (mostly night, since they had to talk to a world beyond the day/night line), they live a charade, lying about themselves and pretending about the world they live in. Food and clothes are the indicators of the cultural disintegration. The most popular food, even in my own home is take away “Sub Way” sandwiches. The most popular clothes are imitations from Vogue.  Morality is so passé.
Some NRI friends of mine who live in the US and Canada want to send their children to India to learn about our culture and ethnicity.
“What the hell for ?”, I asked one of them who was tucking into my plate of Chicken Tikka with gusto.
“You know”, he said gulping down my share of Kingfisher lager. “I want them to have “Samskar”, I want them to learn our culture”. He burped and spit tikka flakes on my face.
“Oh that is simple”, I commented dryly. “Just tell them to use ‘teri pen-di’ or MC and BC (Punjabi bad words) more often”. My friend looked at me incredulously.  “You, see”, I added rather witlessly, “that is just about the only culturally ethnic thing that has survived in the 21st C”.
 When I think of the people lamenting about Indian culture and ethnicity, like moral policemen, I am reminded of Rip Wan Winkle. With the rapid changes in world order, I sometimes wonder, whether it is really worth the effort, to maintain the ethnicity and a unique identity ? To my generation, it sounds cute, the right thing to say, and the right thing to tell other people to do. But one day, very soon, it would be difficult find Indians in India, you will soon find a fully westernised world in India, with no Indian-ness that you and me wish for !!
My own wife and son, and my dear DIL, are all part of the New India, like ‘New Delhi’. The 'Sub Way' sandwich eating, suit and tie wearing, fork and knife wielding, BC & MC cussing, American accented, Anglo Indians, with aspirations for the NCR, to get there anyhow and somehow. Maybe I am part of that too, but a reluctant and confused one. I still like my Rice & Sambar, Iddali & Dosa, I slurp it up licking my fingers afterwards. That is when I am not compelled to eat the Subway stuff and dream the NCR dreams !!!!! I do draw a line though, I refuse to change my name to Jimmy Carter, I am quite happy being either Kartooooos or Cyclic  !!!!!!
I am lost in New Delhi.
Cyclic

2 comments:

  1. saar ji,
    subway sandwiches instead of dosa doesn't make us any less Indian, any more than trousers in stead of dhoti or mundu made people of your generation non Indians. ;)
    it's what inside that counts, our minds are far less colonialised and appreciative of our culture, which would only rise with more confidence in India as a country.

    - a voice of objection from new India.

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    1. I am not convinced with Pagla in mind and body. I am not sure if today's generation know the meaning of reverence and venerate. They also do not understand the virtue of patience. Partly they are not to blame. But as the saying goes - 'where there is will there is a way'. They are confused between greed and achievement.
      for starterss, how many of us leave their footware outside the house.

      -- Swaroop

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