I can feel my blog gradually becoming a series of articles on what I think is wrong with the world. I don’t mind it though – perhaps it reveals something about my personality.
For many people living outside India the country is a symbol of inner spiritual awakening and healing. These are probably the ones who think all Indians wear turbans and New Delhi is full of elephants and Taj Mahals. My views on spirituality apart (the view being that it is mostly rubbish) the current mentality of the typical moderately well-to-do Indian is anything but spiritual and his or her living style is anything but simple.
To be clear, this is not one of those we-should-not-ape-the-west posts fourteen year old kids write for their high-school essays. While many people will talk about striking a balance between the two forces (is that not the solution to everything?) of western modernization and Indian traditions, that very balance, in my opinion is the root of all evil.
The western way of materialistic living and spending on oneself works just as well as the Gandhian way of pure, celibate living; it is the combination of the two which does not. Your life can either be a spicy chicken dish or a calm fruit salad (don’t mind the food references, I’m a Bong) but not a mixture of the two.