Sowing Stereotypes

The 'first world's timeless obsession of construing 'third world' countries such as our own as filthy places swarming with mosquitoes, roaches and all sorts of creepy crawlies as well as primitive peoples that belong to a world different from the pristine ones they are so proud of, continues with Fox Searchlight's latest 'India - centric' comedy about a bunch of retired British individuals who are lured by a budding entrepreneur in distant Jaipur, Rajasthan with a dream of peaceful and exotic living in India's royal abode. 

The recently released 'The Best exotic Marigold Hotel' is a classic example of how the uptight and notoriously vain native British community sees India, their one time colonial crown jewel. 

The film's producers have included a couple of recognizable faces from the Indian film industry also just to connect with the vast English movie watching - multiplex visiting Indian populace. 

While 'The best..' filmmakers recognize the huge potential of India as a market for their work, its a pity they willingly forget to portray a more balanced picture of my country. 

The opening shots of the movie are quite funny and I did laugh a bit when the comedy was race, gender and ethnicity neutral. Well that was may be for the first 5 minutes and then you had a supposedly funny racist octogenarian who demands for a more 'English' doctor to look into her hip replacement rather than be attended by one who is available but is unqualified because of the color of his skin. Well the joke is, the more 'English' doctor is an Indian!

I really wondered, even after 3 - 4 generations of living in Britain, people of Indian origin are still not recognized as British and are still subjected to suspicion and bias, whereas in India, we easily accept many fair skinned foreigners into our mainstream without prejudice and without prior judgement. We have one literally shadow ruling us all with an iron fist and the other semi - Indian lady ruling the silver screen. Well! blimey!! we even had a Brazilian model passed off as a Punjabi girl and nobody suspected anything fishy until the secret was out. Remember "Love Aaj Kal"?

In a particular scene in the movie 'The best exotic Marigold Hotel' Dame Judi Dench's character Evelyn Greenslade's son who is accompanying her to the London airport asks her how she would contact him from India! come on! 'they do have phones over there, you know' was her reply. This made me wonder. Seriously guys! this is all you could think of? we sure have come a long way from being snake charmers and hermits! we do have telephones and not all Indians communicate through telepathy or use doves as messengers. 

Another particular scene is of much intrigue, when the retired bunch arrives at Delhi, their connecting flight to Jaipur is delayed and one of them who is a retired high court judge who has visited India before decides to hitch a ride in one of those rickety private buses to Jaipur. 

This scene though might have invoked bouts of laughter among the unassuming British audience, the sparsely occupied multiplex where I was watching this movie was a silent one since no one could find the joke in this one, particularly when there are excellent taxi services right from the airport or there are posh air conditioned Volvos and Mercedes Benzes doing the rounds from Delhi to Jaipur and back. After all, it is a popular tourist circuit. Why show the shitty side of India always??

Obviously the bus they travel in is overcrowded, laden with luggage. Thankfully, they did not show poultry and cattle inside or on top of the bus as is the usual case with these western film makers. Not once in the movie do they even show a glimpse of the progressive India, the  real estate boom that has resulted in countless hives of apartments springing up at all places, the IT boom that has led to huge glass facade buildings and mega shopping malls, the economic revolution that has opened doors for European luxury and sports car manufacturers set up shop in India (Aston Martin set up its second shop in New Delhi after Mumbai recently & we already have RR, Bentley, JLR scurrying around Indian roads)

Well, their arrival at their promised Utopia is also mired in ridicule. They hop onto to the omnipresent Tuk Tuks. Originally of Gujarat, this desi innovation in rapid mass transit has spread across to other states of Northern & Central India as well. I guess the ageing Britishers were too vain to even acknowledge the existence of other decent modes of transport in Rajasthan's largest city. 

The hotel itself is portrayed more as a cattle shed. Desperately in need of a thorough renovation and in urgent need of installation of phones, furniture and even in some cases doors to the rooms! The hapless crowd of Britishers are in for a nasty surprise when they see that their much anticipated vacation in Nirvana land is going to be a truly Himalayan experience. The overtly nice bunch decides to continue with their stay nevertheless, in the nearly dilapidated haveli turned hotel instead of reporting the fraud to their embassy or the nearest police station. Well done! 

There are some pleasant snapshots in the film where the most hardcore critic of anything outside of being British, the wheel chair bound character Muriel Donnelly played by the charismatic Maggie Smith undergoes a change of heart, maybe due to the kindness of the Indian people or due to the sheer helplessness of her situation. 

In one scene, Muriel is invited by a servant working in the hotel to her modest home in a slum on the outskirts of the city. The small house which is more a room is filled with more people than the furniture in Muriel's British home. 

The whole movie is peppered with striking stereotypes which is too hard to swallow and makes your blood boil with anger and then quickly cools down with the realization of useless rage. 

These guys will continue to make such stereotypical movies about India as long as we accept them with pseudo liberal mindsets. 

I had thought this would be the end with Mira Nair's Salaam Bombay & Danny Boyle's Slumdog Millionaire but the saga continues unabated. Maybe, India's dark underbelly will continue to haunt its people by stark portrayals of deep rooted casteism, racism, poverty & disorder in the Indian society. The popular series on mutants 'Heroes' had an Indian city set up in an American studio and was testimony to the western world's typecasting of Indian cities and its people. They showed a city what according to them was Chennai obviously with cattle roaming, but of all! people wearing Rajasthani turbans in typical South India! 

I am sure everyone was critical of the portrayal of Chennai again in the doomsday movie '2012' where they show old vintage cars and cattle loitering around a small & dingy structure which is supposed to be the airport. 

George Lucas's famous Indiana Jones series' second installment was based in India. The Temple of doom though shot entirely in Sri Lanka portrayed India as a land ruled over by a tantric bigot played by the indomitable Amrish Puri and where people had monkey brains for food. No wonder, the movie was banned in India and I haven't seen any movie channel ever showing this movie on Indian television ever. 

I don't see one mainstream Hollywood movie doing winning an Oscar for the true portrayal of the even darker underbellies of American and European imperialist regimes and the wasted youth of those countries. I really wonder why the great Martin Scorsese has (and probably will never) not won any academy award for his excellent works. Maybe because he dared to show the truth. The dirty side of a world that only shows its best side to the other part of the world. 

The best possible to stop these tongues wagging is to bring about a drastic change in the way we exist as a nation. Give them no chance to point fingers. I don't see any western filmmaker worth his salt make a movie about the hardships the Chinese face under the oppressive rule of the communist regime, about the nefarious schemes of the zionist regime nor do I see the ill fate of immigrants living in America's staunchest ally in the Arab world, the kingdom of the Sauds. 

What is laudable are the works of Michael Moore. He has been a crusader of sorts and has been showcasing in-your-face documentaries on the west's hypocrisy. His docu - dramas Fahrenheit 911 & Sicko are more of journalistic exposes. 

I truly detest this censorship in film making and call for a more open minded approach towards nations who are working really hard to get recognized at world forums and have true potential to be great. I look forward to a more neutral view point of India and a more subliminal if not over the top portrayal of India's growth story. 

Loquacious Locomotives

These metallic juggernauts are often referred to as ladies because they usually arrive with a lot of noise and also leave equally noisy. Also, since these rugged looking chain of bogeys have a lot to say and they do speak a lot edging on being quite often loquacious just like our beloved ladies who do not seem to know when to apply the brakes to their ever wagging tongues. No offense to either the ladies or the locomotives since we keep both of them very close to our hearts. 

The trains  are a world within themselves. There are so many people travelling on any given  train to constitute the populace of a small English county or to fill a medium sized football stadium. There are new born infants to ripe old granddads and grandmums in this chugging and belching village / county on wheels. 

Ever since James Watt invented the humble steam engine, the locomotives have changed our perception of mass transit systems. Her rumble and ramblings made way through titanic boulders resting on majestic mountain ranges, through cities and villages, deserts and even permafrost. She assisted their masters conquer territories and make colonies out of them and add subjects to their empire. 

She, has a lot to tell us all. She has stood along more than a century of human history and circled the earth more than once. If we imagine her as a fuel guzzling and smoke belching beast of labor with an intelligence of a horse or an ox, then we can very well imagine and grow ears to the numerous stories she has to tell us. 

The Trans Alpine

She knows no fatigue as she chugs through the scorching sun of the desert, the strong winds of the river side and the shivering cold of the snow clad mountains while the hundreds of men, women and children rest in her serpentine belly unmindful of all this. 

A royal saloon car

The locomotives were the symbol of great pride for royalties of yore when the king's, queen's & the prince / princess's saloons rolled on steel rails through the villages and towns of their kingdom greeted by cheering subjects. She eavesdropped on violet tinted conversations, surreptitious schemes discussed by generals & ministers with their kings and passing of royal sweet nothings in the mobile harem. 

The parallel & seamless bars of solid forged steel that run across miles and yet never  meet each other carry the heavy burden of a small world rushing past towards its destination. The toughened wheels of the locomotive eating away steel itself during one of its many superb runs. 

A Japanese Maglev train

The Caucasian (indicating Europe) railways have always been a notch superior when compared with its rustic earthen relatives such as the Asian and African (of course both of British origin) and very unarguably still is. The western world had the fastest sprinters who ran the longest distances. The far east and the mystic orient have now caught up with great style and panache and have runners that do not even touch the rails below (Maglev). 

Kaiser Willhelm II's troops with artillery on a light
locomotive enroute to the western front

Not always these gentle giants have been enjoying the good side of humanity. They have been witness to the mind chilling experiments of zealots and tyrants who exploited this icon of progress to mobilize thousands of their gun totting minions to scourge the countryside of its earthen charm. Its endurance translated its widened employment in affairs of the violent types such as wars. The locomotives were widely used in the two great wars by pioneers of this earth shattering technology. 

She was a mute and helpless accomplice in the Third Reich's satanic plans of a Jew free world when scores of innocents were moved in cattle containers to notorious concentration camps such Auchwitz. 

She became an unwilling partner when our great nation was split in two due to the different  names of our Gods. With great effort it carried millions across borders. 

Coal Wagon

Just like us flesh and blood humans, the locomotive is also classified based on her caste and creed. There are the commercial locomotives which enjoy the luxury of plush upholstery sewn into its oak wood pews and chairs, the noisy rickety trams that slowly push past the traffic infested roads of metropolises, the athletic super fast trains that compete with the Wright brothers' invention kissing the skies, the modern day metros that travel in the clouds and circle the city-scape again and again and the locomotive's poor cousin the freight carriers which are the lowest ranked carrying dusty coal to fire breathing boilers in industries, cattle and other beasts that drop dung by the minute, even chunks of mother earth herself embedded with precious metals & minerals. 

In India, the British introduced the railways and expanded its network with much enthusiasm. Call it British impudence, they spread its reach to many places in India that were previously unheard of as the white man was so cocky sure about his everlasting rule over this temperate paradise. This was one of the good things that the Brits did for us Indians and we have gained a lot from these common man's wheels. While she had remained silent when the nation stepped back into the dark ages slaughtering their brothers and sisters on the basis of their names, she sang and danced when she was the chosen ambassador of peace and chugged across the frontier holding out the proverbial olive branch. For the unfamiliar this is the reference to India's peace initiative 'Samjhauta Express'. 

She has been widely ignored and undernourished in this fast growing nation and has often bore the brunt due to the ineptitude of men in charge of her. Chinks in her security armor have often resulted in grave injuries to her body and soul. 

Despite these obvious shortcomings, there is a certain enchantment about her which is why she has been successful in attracting people in droves to be part of her circuitous journey through the vast expanse of the country. She is a messiah for the country's millions of poor and gives them a fighting chance to survive and even surpass the seemingly insurmountable situations in life. 

The humble locomotive has been a force to reckon with in India's growth saga and she is destined for an even great future in this robustly growing economy of ours. There has been great impetus lately on the safe operation of this engineering wonders and also to provide a more luxurious travel experience for the country's fast increasing middle class. 

These are excerpts from some of the episode's in a locomotive's lifetime. She does have a lot more to say as there are always new and exciting twists in the tale. Keep your eyes and ears peeled for more!

The Great Indian Traffic Tamasha

Creating this post sitting in the plush premises of the Delhi Domestic Airport, Terminal 1D on my way to Namma Bengaluru.

As my cab snaked its way through the narrow labyrinths of Noida and the wide corridors of New Delhi a great saga unfolded in my restless mind.

I may sound like a bickering old hag all the while complaining the plight of affairs in our country. Hell yeah! I have spent a jolly good part of my life on these dusty lanes travelling from point A to point B. But the journey in between these 2 dots on the Google map is what makes the mere sight of the destination a monumental occasion.

Traffic on Indian roads have great stories to tell if you have the ears and the eyes for it. Many a great director of the glorious Indian film Industry (as Bachan Saab prefers it) built castles in the air waiting for the signal to turn green on the busy Mumbai roads during rush hour.

Supposedly, an average person spends almost 5 years of his lifetime waiting in traffic. 5 years is good enough to fetch you a handsome package of gratuity. Yet, all these lost moments do have something in store for all of us. It enriches your experience. It changes your outlook towards the mundane. It makes you sink in a feeling of gratitude towards your old man and woman and the supreme deity (for the believers) for the good life that your bestowed with.

How often do we just wish we are teleported from our places of work to our home just like they do on Star Trek. "Beam me up Scotty!!" you would instruct your maid at home. Scientific minds working regardless of the position of the sun outside their cordoned off laboratories have in fact already achieved this feat at the atomic level. Science fiction is no longer that. It is on the threshold of becoming an application.

Tamasha is a folk dance - drama art form which was much sought after by Maharashtra's great rulers. It also imbibes the unique art of satire and tease.

The Traffic scenario on the Indian roads is no less a Tamasha. If you have the writer's eye for it, you will observe it has so much more to offer than just dust and smoke and the sore sight of that haggardly beggar pestering you for small change at every next traffic junction.

While In Bangalore I had the distinction of travelling the furthest and I would boast about it shamelessly in front of my colleagues. How it was an advantage in my quest for superiority is unknown. Travelling almost 65 km on my trusty Bajaj Pulsar 150, I connected the south to the north of the Garden City. The mornings were virtually event free but in the twilight of the setting sun, I saw the nocturnal beings come out of their hiding.

There were freelancing salesmen hawking the strangest of wares such as a 64 GB pen drive, cheap knock offs of expensive looking Police and Rayban Sunglasses and cute looking toys which you could use to decorate your car's dashboard. There were also less interesting "items" such as those horrid ear buds (you would have already come across an email warning you against buying those), those oh so expensive rag clothes, etc etc.

Stopping at the one of the countless traffic junctions, one could see an entire family of wanderers, nomads or the desi Bedouins camping at one of the sprawling pavements or under one of those newly constructed flyovers dotting the city - scape, putting up for display brightly coloured porcelain figurines, baskets, vases, lamp shades made out of bamboo straw, hammocks and such other interesting stuff. One can see a newly born sleeping on a make shift cradle while the elder kids are seen playing or enjoying a friendly fight. The women folk are busy arranging the crude stove for the family's evening fiesta. This is an entire family trying to make an honest living. We often ignore them and move on when the signal turns green never to think once if the man of the house has been able to earn enough that day to provide for his folk.

One also sees at a corner a spread of popular books for sale. You see Stephen king rubbing shoulders with Stephen Hawking, Shiv Khera flirting with Tasleema Nasreen, John Grisham demanding attention over the Chetan Bhagats. Copy right infringement or not, Indians with an active appetite for reading mill around such corners in droves to get a great deal on some equally great paper backs. You have books on management, inspirational - motivational, religion, Sci - fi, fiction & non fiction, biographies and graphic novels.

It isn't a problem in Delhi, but come down to Mumbai and Bangalore, it is sometimes scary to stop at a traffic junction. If it is not the thick pall of smoke from BEST or BMTC buses depending on where you are, that frightens you, it is the sight of harassing transvestites doing their daily rounds demanding alms from hapless commuters. Moreover, you do not get rid of them by shelling out coins and notes of a lower denomination. Anything less than a Rs 10 note then you are in for a truckload of profanities thrown at you. Even worse, you are often blackmailed into paying ransom money of sorts to protect your modesty from the transgenders. The police are helpless as they are too held up regulating the ocean of traffic.

The policemen stationed at all traffic junctions are real heroes who are doing the society an awesome service through their unrelenting efforts at keeping the traffic from getting out of control. Their patience and perseverance ensures that we all get home to our dear ones on time and enjoy a warm evening with them.

We often feel that the policemen are not polite enough and often behave in a manner unbecoming of their role of protecting and guiding the citizens.
But, imagine spending morning - noon - evening in a 5 x 5 feet area manning thousands of gas guzzling and smoke belching automobiles, unruly pedestrians, jaywalkers who put at risk their own lives as well as that of speeding motorists. Working in total oblivion to both ethereal and kernel damage their health is undergoing, they go about with their duties. Sincerely, they deserve at least a moment of thought and appreciation from one and all.

India is the maternal home of the Holy Cow. We have the largest number of cattle in the world. Indian cities are the only places where the cows and oxen hobnob with the BMWs, Toyotas and the Mercs. It is common sight for us all to see a motley herd of cows and calves chewing on cud resting in the middle of busy roads totally ignorant of the morning rush hour. Motorists in India are adept in negotiating around these benign creatures. Of course, these gentle beings are politely ushered out of the roads if the situation gets out of hand.
Stray cattle are our long standing companions on the road and we often feel something's amiss when we don't see them on a particularly odd day.

The Indian traffic scene is a very big petting zoo where you come across farm animals other than the proverbial holy cow. You are greeted by howling packs of stray canines, cats of myriad colours crossing the roads, rats & bandicoots scurrying towards the nearest drain, pigs scavenging on the road side refuse dump, the dhobi's donkeys just chilling out and the tangewallah's mules loitering around in their off time.


They say India has as many Gods as there are people. This is a holy land where there are more temples and shrines than there are homes for the homeless and the poor. The traffic scene in India also witnesses crowds of believers queuing up in front of shrines that seem to come up from nowhere bang in the center of a busy road. We are a God fearing nation and we are more than glad to have a temple of our favourite deity to have come up on the road. Of course, it is because of divine intervention that we all survive the madness. We see people stopping their posh 4 wheelers and genuflecting in front of the idol, bribing the priest to pray on their behalf. On special occasions such as birthdays of mythical warrior kings who are revered as Gods, we see men & women swarming the road - shrine seeking Their blessings. Of course, this throws traffic out of gear, but hey! we are a tolerant nation and surely we do not mind compromising on our Log in time in return for a celestial favor.

India's two greatest passions are cricket and movies. Entertainment is a cure all for the battered & bruised average Indian who finds solace in it. The slow moving traffic provides easy access to the latest updates in the arena of entertainment to the star struck Indian looking out for a quick gateway to the dream world. The rooftops of hotels, office spaces, commercial complexes and even houses lined on either side of the roads are hosts to huge fabricated structures called billboards endorsing a product or the latest release on the marquee.
Motorists are quite often distracted by the beckoning of the attractive female on the poster strategically positioned by the advertising agency to garner maximum attention of the passing motorists.

The Indian spirit of adventurism is an unconventional one as we experience adventure in the seemingly mundane. The traffic scene gives us the rare opportunity for self introspection and to reflect upon our past. As we circumnavigate the sprawling traffic island, our life too comes full circle.




I salute the indomitable Indian spirit and thank the supreme almighty that blesses the children of this majestic country the courage and patience to survive the Great Indian Traffic Tamasha.

“Experience is by far the best teacher. You know, ever since I was a little girl I knew that if you look both ways when you cross the street, you'll see a lot more than traffic.”
 - Mae West, American Actress (1892 - 1980)