Monday, August 30, 2010
The journey to the centre of the global world started with a nondescript airport. I say nondescript though it is the exact opposite of its own intention. Indira Gandhi International Airport, Terminal 3 is another world. Stuff that made novels out of hitchiker's guides. It is glitzy but not colourful. It is expensive but has no character. The dim white lights make you drowsy, and the flashy stores make you blink and look the other way. The sheer space of it is unnerving - all that earthy nature sacrificed for an otherworldly experience. If this is the welcome for commonwealth, it is a chilling, unfriendly space with no sense of what it is to have arrived in India. But then India's pride depends on hiding the real India - the earth, the places, the sounds. Welcome to India-Delhi, it's unfriendly, fairly hellish, to its own ppl and chilling in the midsummer heat because it tries to be something else - and its not even sure what exactly that is.