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2009 – Restarting this blog

July 27th, 2009 Amit No comments

In 2006 I had started this blog to record my thoughts as I traveled around the world on a 6 month sabbatical. 3 years on, I am now married, have a son, and am back in New York at my job.

I am now starting my blog again, with the intention of making this a resource for travelers who want to head out on their own, or with friends/family, and are seeking destinations, tips and things to do that one wont find in the typical guidebook.

Should I wear Hugo Boss when traveling?

August 24th, 2006 Amit No comments

Confessions of an Asian World Traveler

Following the uncovering of the London terror plot to blow up planes, life’ s gotten a little more difficult for the average air traveler, and more so for the “middle-eastern looking” ones. While extra security is warranted, a nd even welcome, I do worry about the new “Salem Witch Hunt” that’s emergin g amongst passengers, where passenger paranoia can cause a couple of studen ts on a holiday to be evicted from a plane.

Having traveled by air a fair bit, and across various parts of the world, b ased on my profile, I expect to get additinal scrutiny at airports. I am In dian, and therefore, for the chromatically challenged, I could qualify as ” middle-eastern looking”. I generally travel light, with hand baggage only. Most of my flights are booked last minute, as I generally don’t plan in adv ance. The bulk of my baggage is electronic goods- laptop, cellphone, iPod, voice recorder, three cameras, two lenses, USB card reader, and various wir es, chargers and associated parapharnelia.

I’m used to being checked by security. I was stopped by security just prior to boarding a flight from Istanbul to JFK, and questioned for twenty minut es by security personnel, who finally let me go after scrutinizing all my w ork papers, my business card, and all prior air tickets and hotel reservati ons. In Kunming, China, where I was the only Indian on the plane that came in from Laos, a customs official decided to try using all the skills he’d l earnt in training on me, and scrutinized every single article I owned, and asked me about each and every item he found, why I was in China, how long I planned to be there, etc. etc. I’ve already mentioned in this blog about h ow authorities in Jamaica and Amsterdam convinced me that its better to be clean shaven when traveling.

I don’t complain when stopped. In fact, I feel more confident that security procedures are working, when I am stopped for additional scrutiny. I find it worrying when the security official does NOT ask me to open my laptop or iPod. Or when he opens only the front flap of my camera kitbag, and not bo thering to open the other two flaps where I have another camera, USB card r eader and other stuff stowed away. I would complain, however, if I was boot ed off a plane because the person next to me felt I was suspicious, because I looked different from him, or spoke in Bengali, which being non-European , could be mistaken by the phonetically challenged to be middle eastern as well, to my mother on my cell phone just before the closing of cabin doors, to let her know I was on the flight, or if, my inadvertant gesture of pray er, a casual hand movement from my heart to my head, a mixture of Hindu and Christian gestures that my non-religious sub-conscious mind inculcated as a child, turns out to be a signal for someone of my not-so-holy intention o f blowing myself up.

I know its hard for someone not to harbour such suspicions- its human natur e. I will admit, when the news broke of the students being booted off the f light in Spain because of “dress inappropriate for the environment”, I seri ously considered, for a moment, whether to wear my Hugo Boss suit on the fl ight, instead of my usual summer wear of jeans and kurta. I also felt glad I wasn’t muslim, even though “Amit” and “Ahmad” sound similar to the untrai ned western ear. And then I wondered- if I feel this insecure being non-mus lim and non-middle eastern, what about the travelers who are muslim, and ar e middle eastern, and not terrorists? i.e., a profile that fits 99.9% of mi ddle-eastern, muslim travelers.

Even I have been led to double standards. I will also admit, that when I se e someone young and middle-eastern in line at security or check-in, I do gi ve him more attention. I remember in Bangkok, standing in line at departure , with two young Saudi gentlemen. They wore flashy gold rings, necklaces et c., and had in their hands large stuffed animals. Instead of standing patie ntly in line, they were jumping from one line to another, trying to find th e shortest one. While their trying to find the shortest line was annoying, and they looked horribly out of place holding stuffed animals, neither I, o r any of the other passengers around, felt that we should take the law into our own hands and insist that they be removed. You’ve got to figure that t he security personnel probably have the same fears as you, and will take th e necessary security measures.

Which brings me to the point of this long rambling post- Tightening of secu rity, leading to inconvenience and questioning, is welcome, and maybe even necessary in this world. But passenger paranoi, fed by an over-zealous medi a, only leads to creating an environment of suspicion and fear which leads to nowhere.

I wonder what would happen if the next terrorist to be arrested and convinc ted turned out to be Caucasian or Oriental in appearance?

Two worlds, one city – A bicycle ride through South Chennai

August 16th, 2006 Amit No comments

For the past week or so, I’ve been in Chennai, the city where I grew up. It=
s been a mix of spending time with family and friends, relaxing, as well as=
exploring. For the first time in six years I’m actually living life in Che=
nnai, instead of making a hurried visit to the city.

Chennai, like almost anything in India is full of contrasts, and just one d=
ay here brings that out. Chennai traffic is a mess, with roads woefully ina=
dequate for the hundreds of new Hondas, Toyotas and Chevys that hit the cit=
y streets, fueled by the IT boom. The municpial corporation, never one for =
ingenuity and efficiency, a center of either lethargy or incompetance, cann=
ot be relied on to provide proper street lighting, clean roads, and other b=
asic amenities that would be expected in one of the fastest growing cities =
in the world, where residential real estate costs between $100-$200 a sq. f=
t. The traffic police continue to be incompetent as well as corrupt. The mu=
ch awaited Mass Transit System is about twenty years behind schedule. As a =
result of all these macro issues, and the fact that I don’t have an Indian =
Drivers license, and my mother doesn’t have a driver, drove me into borrowi=
ng our watchman’s (Security Guard for the American readers) bicyle to make =
my way around the city.

This afternoon, I headed out on to the roads on a bicyle whose brakes have =
a mind of their own, which most of the time resides in a different world, a=
nd refuses to cooperate, despite all my advances. This is especially discon=
certing when you have a bus rushing past you on the right, a mass of people=
at the bus stop rushing towards the bus from the left, and two motorbikes =
behind you that have a deathwish. Spending even a few minutes on the street=
s in India will provide you with an answer to why Hindus have many gods. Wi=
th so much chaos on the roads, you need several gods working full time to e=
nsure a safe journey. Anyway, thanks to the multiple prayers to multiple go=
ds that my mother performs each morning and evening, I made my way safely t=
hrough the chaotic main roads of Adyar and towards Taramani, which is the n=
ew town built in the past two years on what was essentially barren land. As=
soon as you cross a recently constructed bridge, its as if you have moved =
to a different country. Gone are the crowds, the dirt, the drime, the chaos=
.. Instead, if you make your way past the security guard, you are in a compl=
ex that could be anywhere in the world. The Ascendas IT Park is a glass and=
concrete structure that houses centers for several of Indian Infotech comp=
anies. When you walk through a lobby that’s more spacious and modern than m=
ost buildings in New York, you see a high-tech card access system standing =
between you and an elevator bank that would take you to offshoring offices =
where someone is writing bank software for Citibank, or someone is taking f=
lak from a lady in Ohio who found an error in her Amex card. In the lobby, =
you have a wonderful food court, and a gym whose membership is costing me m=
ore than my New York Health and Racquet Club fees! The shops in the complex=
cater completely to yuppiedom, with two coffee shops, a computer store, a =
“Dollar Store”, fancy gift store, and a couple of mobile phone shops.=20

Some people point to places like this and talk about the phenomenal change =
engulfing India and taking it into the ranks of the developed world. Sure, =
places like this are extremely comfortable, and feel very western, and have=
not only provided employment to hundreds, but also provided them with an o=
utlet to spend their money and enjoy life as well. And for a yuppieish pers=
on like me, having a western-style gym, and a starbucks-type coffee shop, p=
rovide me with some of my creature comforts in a place I would least expect=
to fnd them. Yet, it take me less than two minutes on my watchman’s ricket=
y bicycle without brakes, to go from this Disneyland into a muddy ditch tha=
t the corporation decided to leave unattended on a busy road, letting it fi=
ll up with rainwater. Another three minutes on the same cycle, after gettin=
g my face colored black by a polluting government bus, and nearly getting r=
un over by another, I find myself in front of a brand new residential apart=
ment building, with high walls, landscaped gardens, the works, which has, j=
ust outside it, a stinking garbage can that’s empty, but there’s garbage ly=
ing all around it. Yes, India is making its way to being developed, but eve=
n in its most tony regions, the basic tenets of development, namely cleanli=
ness and respect, seem like goals that are just not on the agenda. A comple=
x that provides everything within its compound, protecting itself from the =
world through high walls is easy, but providing those same standards outsid=
e those four walls is what’s required.

Nearing the end of travel…??

July 16th, 2006 Amit No comments

I have just three days to go before I end this phase of travel. On Wednesday I leave Bangkok for Chennai, and will spend the next five or six weeks working for a microcredit organization, following some of the work they’ve done.

Travel is great, and I’ve enjoyed the last five months or so immensly. Its hard to find a better way to know yourself, and the world, really. However, I did realize that there will be more opportunities for me to travel, and I’d rather use the time remaining to do something that I would otherwise not be able to do. And that’s the experience I hope to get in the next month or so, in India.

Unfortunately, that does leave Africa and South America out of my ‘six continents in six months’ scheme, but I have a good idea of what I want to do there, and over the next couple of years, I’ll use my vacation time to experience them.

I head to Chiang Mai in northern Thailand for a couple of days, and then have a few days in Chennai, which I shall use to update my blog, photos and suchlike.

I hate to sound all philosophical, but life truly is a journey, and being on the road, seeing new places, meeting different people, and adjusting to different ways of life, is just an incredible and enjoyable learning experience. It also refreshes you in many ways, and helps clear things a little, as while discovering the world out there, you find out more about yourself.

Learning Chinese

July 13th, 2006 Amit No comments

In the past ten days or so, from walking around the monuments in
Beijing, to buying train tickets, to roaming around Shanghai and
bicycling through Sozhou, I’ve begun to develop an understanding and
appreciation for this part of China, the people, the chaos, the
development, and life out here. While my observations and experiences
here could fill reams of pages, the most striking thing has been how
quickly I’ve picked up the important phrases required to get along here.

When moving out of the touristy realm, finding a place where you can
order from an English menu, or look at pictures and point, can be
difficult. Luckily, the mates I’m traveling with have a working
knowledge of Chinese, as well as a Mandarin phrase book. However,
sometimes even that’s not enough, so tonight I had to walk around the
restaurant and point to dishes that looked attractive and then had
one of the owners who knew about ten words in English, confirm
whether they were chicken, pork or beef, and meat, and not intestines
or abdomens or other interesting body parts that are relished in this
part of the world.

In summer, words you learn very quickly end up related to drink- My
favorite phrase is asking for a bottle of cold beer (bing ping
pijou), and then changing the ‘pijou’ to ‘shwey’ and getting ice cold
water anywhere.

You begin to recognize some Chinese characters, like the symbols for
entry and exit, or more interestingly, the sign for Internet, which
is two crosses in a box. I was pretty excited to make the discovery
today that the sign meant “net”, by seeing it used in a tourist sign
for some place that had a net… I thought that was pretty neat.

I’ve really had a wonderful experience in China, and have tons of
experiences to share. Will share them, as well as post my pictures
very shortly… Its a fascinating country, and I’ve seen so little of
it.