The unfair world
A hole of a place in New Delhi
The question "What is India like?" is the hardest one you can ask a person visiting this country. India is beautiful but the beauty has to be discovered.
How would you describe a country so incredibly diverse in terms of climate and landscape. Also take the religion, cultural and moral aspects into consideration.. The synthesis of these factors determines the lifestyle and environment where all the diversity interacts. Experiencing and understanding India takes a lot of time, probably years rather than months.
The underdeveloped countries, as a rule, cultivate their culture and retain tradition regardless of globalization. I get a chance to see a bit of the real India.
In a side street, still in the vicinity of the main road, I take a look with disbelief. I realize how different a world where you are born can be. Two half-naked children sleep on the street beside the waste heap between two vegetable stalls.
My another image is a sight of slums on the outskirts of New Delhi. People live right on a railroad. A few boxes, rags, sometimes a lousy 6 feet high hut with a makeshift roof are all their possessions. Dwellers rummage in piles of garbage, which have been long before already searched. Maybe there is still some useful waste or food remains. Getting food and to survive until the following day is an everyday struggle.
The other world, Ahmedabad
Over one billion people live in India. There are no means nor resources to help them all. A strong survival instinct prevails young children personality. To survive, even small kids have to be independent. I see a five-year old girl on a street, working together with her eight-year old brother. She is doing gymnastics show while he collects a few rupee fee from passers-by. This is a successful solution for excess poverty.
Mutilation of youths by their own family is another problem in India . The aim is to arouse pity and collect alms. The victim of this inhumane behavior is the only one likely to support those who have irreversibly left him crippled.
I encounter a man with a cut hand and two feet amputated in the popular district of Pajarganj in New Delhi. You can still see fresh unhealed wounds and traces of blood. Upper arm muscles still seem to be strong and tense. Almost every passerby leaves alms seeing the twenty-five year old moaning victim.
It’s the drama going on before our very eyes. If we pretend not to see it, still it would continue be happening anyway. How can we change it? Is the world ever meant to become better, or at least – a more honest one? Don’t look around, ask yourself a question: How can I change it?