The journey of a common man across a regular road of the country can offer enough tarka to make him stop and wonder if he’s proud or not of this utterly confused and absolutely unique India.
India has reached a point where while one segment of the population is moving towards modernisation and westernisation the other segment is trying hard to cling to anything that defines best the traditional and authentic India. The result of this can very well be summed up in one word as a sheer ‘mess’; in desi terms, as a ‘khichdi’. However, even in this khichdi, there is one part of the nation which is untouched and unharmed by all of this – the gaon; the village.
In our very first November story we decided to exhibit, instead of the gaon, this wonderful Indian khichdi through the eyes of a comman man and attempted to show glimpes of real India that still exists in the imperfectly perfect cities of humara mahan Bharat!
Our great India!
The journey begins as he stumbles across the art of the nation where there is an array of canvas for the artist inside every Indian to work on, be it the wall across the street, the placard outside a cinema hall or even the forehead of the common Indian elephant.
The Indian street cuisine; figure out what you want to eat in a country whose streets offer you a wide choice of menu ranging from the khatta meetha nimbu pani , sweet and sour lemon juice, and tangy-spicy golgappas to something as raw and simple as coconut juice and bananas.
Here is a site for retail therapy where visual merchandising gains a lot of scope and the whole street is yours to shop from, be it the neighbourhood’s paan dukan, paan shop, or the young boys selling larger than life balloons on the pavement, a source of his daily income, not to forget the creativity used in attracting people to their shops in terms of slogans outside the dhaba or the whooping maxi fluttering outside the local lingerie shop.
You will not miss a street without passing by a temple. However big or small, every nook and corner of this country has hints of beliefs on legends and folklores.
Being a traveller becomes easier here as you have many options and modes of commuting from one place to another. All you have to do is just choose what suits you best! A camel or a car, an auto or a local bus, but, just in case it’s a thela gari, a cart, don’t forget to watch out for the road signages that do not allow you in.
Intermingled and amalgated amount of emotions found on the streets when travelled through. A play of emotions on the faces of kids, workers, lovers and nomads that would surely leave a subtle smile on your face.
As much as one tries, he can never say he has seen India completely; atleast not in one lifetime. There is so much more to the country that our common man has yet to explore and thus this journey continues. There cannot be any better way to symbolise this than by the very artistic and truly colorful Indian truck which travels to every nook and corner of the nation and even with all this khichdi it is one thing that runs common althroughout.
Shubh Yatra !!