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Autorickshaws

In addition to cars, public transit and motorcycles, the streets of India are packed with autorickshaws. In Mother Pious Lady: Making Sense of Everyday India, the book’s author, Santosh Desai, describes the autorickshaw as a vehicle that captures the nature of the Indian way of life in that the people are not too poor to not have choices and not so affluent that it takes life for granted.

These autorickshaws are a modern alternative to the traditional bicycle rickshaws that we’ve all seen cruising down the streets of any downtown area in the States.

In Ahmedabad, we had the opportunity to take an autorickshaw from the Jama Masjid mosque back to our tour coach. As you can see from the video, my experience on an autorickshaw was just that … an experience. It was almost as if the autorickshaw was just another pedestrian weaving through crowded walkways barely missing the toes of passers-by. The only thing that set us apart from those who traveled by foot was speed. Our MPK fluctuated drastically depending how daring the autorickshaw driver felt when he encountered a narrow opening between foot traffic, another autorickshaw or a larger car. While some of our group members tightly gripped the back of the driver’s seat, I found the experience to be exhilarating.

Autorickshaws remain a relevant and important resource to the consumer class in India. From the businessman to a housewife running her errands, the autorickshaw is weaved into the fabric of the Indian way by giving everyone the opportunity to actively participate in a burgeoning economy. Though the autorickshaw is discrete in nature compared to the other vehicles that share the Indian roadways, they are quintessentially Indian. Affordable. Accessible. Hectic. Colorful. Dutiful. The autorickshaw is a microcosm of a country on the precipice of greatness.

 
 

Good Morning from India

First impressions of India? I don’t think that I can open my eyes wide enough to absorb everything.

The airport was very, very quiet and the customs process was easy. I was afraid of getting busted for the pumpkin seeds in my homemade trail mix so I tossed the stuff before we turned in our paperwork. Four weeks without trail mix – I’m sure that this will make my travel roommate happy.

The airport was swarming with military personnel – some with semi-automatic weapons. Interesting. As we exited the main airport area, we were welcomed with “lei” and it smells amazing!

The ride to the hotel was also interesting. Lots of military bases, absolutely insane traffic, and lots of people. Some people had tents set up by the side of the road with babies and young children playing dangerously close to cars whizzing by quickly as they honk their horns. Horn honking is quite popular in India. It sounds like everyone is chatting with each other in horn language to let everyone know “Hey, move out of my way”.

Here, painted lane markers are not guides but mere suggestions on where you should drive.  The traffic alone could be an extensive study on culture, psychology and technique. I think that Santosh Desai puts it best in Mother Pious Lady: Making Sense of Everyday India – “If the Church is serious about reviving interest in religion, it should sponsor more trips by Westerns to India. For nowhere else is God remembered and prayed to as fervently as it is when they encounter Indian traffic”.

Our hotel is remarkable. When we arrived, we received a traditional India welcome greeting from the hotel of a red dot made of crushed berries and flowers on our forehead. I’ll be sure take a picture of that it that happens again.

The highlight of my first day in India was the mini-water party I threw in order to christen our bathroom. Our shower is a standing shower with a glass door closing off the shower area only. However, the water from the showerhead shoots into the small tub next to the shower that does not have a glass enclosure. So, in true Kellyn fashion, I ended up giving the whole space – including the toilet, mirror and bathroom walls – a nice wash down as I thoughtlessly played with the showerhead.

Thinking of you all and wishing you were here to share this incredible experience.

 
 
 
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