Holy cow!

I've mentioned Sarah Macdonald's book on my previous post, but I don't think I actually raved about it. So please let me indulge...

Sarah Macdonald went to India because she had to. She didnt like it - she hated it would be more accurate - when she first visited it and now her life circumstances forced her to go back, her fiancé was stationed there, it was either joining him or being apart for a year or two. Written in (what i'm starting to think is the Australian way) in a very witty, in-your-face, almost rude English, this sometimes politically incorrect way yet finds space for a context even at the most horrid situations. I personally have a problem with this politically correct age, when people are worried about ridiculous things and are more hypocritical than ever so Macdonald's writing was a welcomed relief.

For an Indian I imagine that the first chapters are an account of a rich Western woman, perhaps it would be interesting to read an account of an Indian adjusting to Western society with its luxaries, sex, drinking and atheism.

However for another Western woman who despite being more or less warned that India was a shock, still struggled with it, this book hit all the right keys. I, like the author, surprised myself when I noticed how much I was resisting the chaos, the idiosincrasies that make India, how much I was attached to Western society. After all, it is a different culture and mine was not perfect either. I then started to try to enjoy the little things: not getting sick, nice food, one nice man that didnt stare, I didnt get lost while walking alone, I tried to go with the flow, Macdonald however had a different fate. When you are stuck in a country for a year or two you must at least try and understand it, Sarah Macdonald couldnt. She couldnt enjoy it or smell it either. After a couple of weeks she got a near fatal pneumonia, came back to her polluted flat a sack of bones and three months later she was bald. She decided to stop cringing and hating India and to try, at least try and fit in, understand, study, accept. "I must find peace in the only place possible in India. Within."P.81 Sarah M. then went to a Vipassana meditation center and did not speak or in anyway communicate for 10 days. She realized her nostrils breathed differently. She understood she was the problem by directing her anger at India. She gained some control.

After the Vipassana center she went to a Sikh temple, she was now a almost bald white woman among followers of a religion that does believe in cutting one's God given hair. She hears the beauty that is the live music in any Sikh temple: "I can't understand it, but the communal singing, or kirtan, they lead is divine. I have to stop myself from crying out 'Alleluia!' (...) Influenced by the Sufi hymns, the music is designed to prompt a particular devotional mood or emotion. I feel sweet joy, a sense of shared serenity within the human spirit.'P.103

Still India hits back, there is an earthquake that kill thousands, a massive drought and the traffic is still scary."India is beyond statement, for anything you say, the opposite is also true. It's rich and poor, spiritual and material, cruel and kind, angry but peaceful, ugly and beautiful, and smart but stupid." P.123

Indians must suffer a culture shock in Western societies as well:
" 'We Indian people, we look at the people more poor, more low, more hard than us and we are thanking God we are not them. So we are happy. But you white peoples, you are looking at peoples above you all of the times and you are thinking, why aren't I them? Why am I not having that moneys and things? And so you are unhappy all of the time.’ "P.127

Sarah and her now husband go to Kahsmir during yet another cease fire, mosques are boarded up, there are sand bags in front of temples, people have not worked or seen tourists in months. Muslims Indians are welcoming and nice, she is stuffed with food - twenty one types of lamb - and hears "I love you" a lot. She attents a Hindu festival, a mass rave where ecstacy is religion.

For the course of several months she experiences, breathes in and listen to Buddhism, Jainism, Islam, Sufism, Hinduism, Judaism (and the Kabalah), Parsi and even the teachings of an alien called Kryon. Sarah also visits different parts of the country, goes to several Indian marriages, watches the drama of an India "saving face".

The reader feels compelled to join her in her religious quests and interaction with Indian families but not on the rest of her Indian experiences, I mean, she almost died of pneumonia... This book is an excelent way of reliving a culture shock or of learning how you could react to it, also through her life changing experiences we learn a lot about India, its religions and beliefs. It's also a bit like reading "history of religion" or a "world religions" funny essay. It still could use some pictures...