
For
someone from the West, India provides an authentic adventure -
stimulating, absorbing, daunting, sometimes moving and shocking. Here is
one of the world's great dramas; an ancient, vast and crowded land
committed to the most formidably challenging excersise in mass
democracy. It is a spectacle in which hope, pride, paradox and
uncertainty mingle and struggle. It is conducted on the whole, and to
India's credit in the open. The lasting memories of the land are
hospitality, kindness, good humor and generosity. Here is a society of
over a 1000 million people, growing by a million a month, divided and
united by language, caste, religion and regional loyalties. It has often
been described as a functioning anarchy; and it is in many ways an
amiable one, of marvelous fluidity and tolerance. Indeed, the true
Indian motif is not the Taj Mahal, the elephant or the patient peasant
behind the ox drawn plough. It is the crowd, the ocean of faces in the
land of multitudes, endlessly stirring, pushing and moving. It is in
this human circulation that one sees India's colour, variety, busyness,
and, senses also its power, vitality and grandeur.