We came through the dark archway into the dazzling light, intense heat and spectacular view of the Taj Mahal. Spectacular is such an inadequate word, we should pen a new one. Twenty five people diverse in almost every way but united in our response to the sight. Many of us had spent the previous evening walking through the crowded alley like streets of old Delhi on our way to Karim’s a kebab restaurant in this primarily vegetarian country. We had not yet lost Josh, gotten on the wrong train, had our guide threatened by police, been felled one by one by the stomach warriors of India or fallen in love with the women and especially children of the villages, but we were already fascinated and ready to begin our tour of two countries with our fearless leaders Professor Kevin Kolben and Harsh Dutia. We thank them for sharing this country with us and leading us on this journey to which they dedicated their time and their hearts. - Professor Judy Iskovitz (2010 Course)

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Train to India from a Different Angle

Many people have focused on how corruption played a major role in our train ride. Unfortunately, and fortunately, I did not get to witness the scene. Just a couple of cars down, I witnessed something completely different. Because the train was packed, there weren't any available seats, so we ended up standing for a bit. What amazed me were the following actions. First, the conductor felt bad and he personally tried to create a seat for us in the aisle by putting some newspapers on top of a crate. Then, a mother got up and offered her seat so that we could at least eat. Suddenly, it was as if the second world of India was in this car as compared to the one where our tour guide was being harrassed. Many men and women either tried to make space or offered their seats to us and this amazed me since it's a rare event in the states. After some polite declines since it was, after all, their seats, a man said to me "We're men, and it doesn't look good if a woman is standing while we're sitting, so please sit." I finally sat, and rested my head for the last half of the trip. During this time, I was still very sick and had a terrible sore throat so I didn't get a chance to talk much, but I know my classmates had a wonderful experience meeting and getting to know their friendly train neighbors. It's just interesting that the concept of two Indias can fall into so many different contexts, and one such example was our train experience.

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