Written By Sara Manni

Finally one from India

Published: October 3, 2017

Good evening world!

I’ve finally found some time and some inspiration to write again. This time I’m not writing from my desk in London or from an airplane sit, but from my new house, in Jaipur, Rajasthan! Yup! A new real life started, the life I’ve been waiting for years. Changes take time and energy, but, if they are made to follow your dream are always worth it.

Non so più che scrivere nelle foto. Vabbè Ciao #capre

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I’ve struggled so much to decide how and what to write on my first post about India. It’s just so much. So much of everything. So incredibly beautiful, so incredibly upsetting, so incredibly happy. It has been a month now, and so it took me a 4 days trip to Rishikesh, inclusive of a total of 35 of more hours into buses, train, rickshaw or whatever to make up my mind on what’s going on. But as usual, it was totally worth it. It is always worth it.

So. Life is good. I live in Jaipur, the capital of Rajasthan. I found an amazing apartment which I share with two amazing girls, who have loads to give and loads to teach me, in the most spectacular street of un-tourist Jaipur. I go to school ( I call it school even if it is an Institute) every day, I do my homework, all in Hindi (important to be specified), every evening – more or less -, I go to the supermarket, to the gym, to bars. Basically, I’m having a tremendously normal kind of high school life, with slightly more independence and more advantages – we go to school by Uber, and food delivered home won’t cost more than 3 dollars here. So yah, perfect, normal, spoiled life but in India. India. India.

Cucciolina ne voglio tre in giardino 😍😍😍 (Yah we both hate mosquitos )

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What really confused me was that. Was the normality of this life. Maybe it’s to be given my past experiences with Asia, buuutttttttt, no culture shock, no surprises, nothing. Just a sweet comfortable feeling of normality. For sure I am in a bubble, I am not staying in a slum of Bombay, but anyways I am living in a normal area of a normal Indian city, and I don’t know why but the fact that everything was just so normal to me made me disoriented for a while. Then I analysed and analysed. It is my fascination. I am so fascinated by this chaos filled with everything. So fascinated.

Yah because when I walk down the street to get my daily pineapple I come across at least three cows chilling in the middle of mooring jam, one of which might be pupping, but none cares, five children asking me for money, to who I would give a candy each, but then it must be five each or they will follow me until home, six rickshaw-vales asking me where I want to go, and proposing me to take me anywhere for 4 dollars, and we all know that the rate is 50 cent, and at least a couple of people coming to me asking information about myself. Because, ‘’hey beautiful where u from??? Are u in Bollywood??? Europe??? Speak Hindi uuuuhh??? Can we take a selfie??? It’s for my daughter!!’’ And yaah 100% alertness level is always needed but, at the end, if you let yourself be into the system, and let yourself flow in this magic chaos, it works, and I don’t know, you don’t realized it anymore.

Streets of India People People People People People ❤

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The other aspect of India is it beauty. India is beautiful. Everything is so so so beautiful. Architectures are beautiful, interiors are beautiful, shops are beautiful, markets are beautiful, people are beautiful and their clothes, they clothes are so beautiful. Everything, literally everything is on bright colours. You walk around, you observe and you see thins tones of little bright colourful dots in a massive dance that makes all of this so meaningful and so magically alive. Because Jaipur’s Bapu Baazar won’t look the same if inside the pink stores there wouldn’t be tones of Sarees and jewels, if people would walk there with grey coats or blue jeans and if no cows, no camels and no elephants were strolling around. Such a show. For your eyes, for your nose and for your ears. Even the sound of India is fascinating. You hate it. At the beginning, you hate it. Clackson, cars, voices, people singing for some rituals, shouts, tracks, whatever is it,  I have not spent a single second on full silence since I am here, not even while chilling on the Ganga a few kilometres north of Rishikesh, but, once you get used to it, and you accept it as part of the magic system it becomes the perfect soundtrack for all those eyes pointing at you and all those smiles. ( Ok I can’t go on but I promise I’ll write an article about Indian smiles).

So yah so much love, so much devotion, so much energy, so much charm. But I cannot deny there are things I really hate about it. I hate women submission. It might sound like a cliché’ but is really evident here. And I hate how they totally accept their status and how they look fine with it. I am sorry I cannot accept it, I cannot understand how to accept it and I am struggling to understand how it can be changed. Even if you watch a famous modern Bollywood movie that’s so evident and it makes me so so so so so so upset. Not that this is something faced only in India but I found it to be so evident and so obvious here that I can’t take it. And I hate how, automatically, I white girl is seen as while little stupid bitch, a sort of pride, object. I am sorry to be rush but that’s the truth. Because every time someone asks for a selfie, my phone number or secretly take pictures of me it’s to show off to its friend about the white girl he met and with who he had a ‘’conversation with’’. Yah, its objectification and I hate it. As well as I hate the fact that it is so uncomfortable and so risky, not to deny it, to travel alone here. I am not talking about staying in hostels or so for, I have been in the best hostels in India where I have met the best people, but about moving place to place with normal transports. You can be fully covered, as much as you want, but there is always a risk. You feel it on your skin, until a group of girls or a family comes nearby, and even then, you feel it. Anxiety is there and life will be so much more just and beautiful if this won’t be there. But as anywhere else with must accept it. And this is not stopping me to go where I want to go and do what I want to do just because in 2017 society is still so fucked up and unsecured. I claim my right to freedom and I appreciate all the risks of this claim (I am sorry mom).

Said that, I think it’s enough for today!

Cheers from the magic chaos.

नमस्ते !!!!!!!!!!!!

 

P.S: tones of pictures where necessary.

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