It seems the time has come to bid farewell to my adopted home in India. A lot of people around here ask me why I'm going and I like to tell them that I have learned about as much as I can from this place. Both they and I know this is patent nonsense and that I barely know Bangalore at all, but I don't necessarily want to play up to their unfettered love of the city too much. However, I think it would be useful to detail some of the things I think I have learned over the seven weeks I spent here. However, it is difficult to say whether any of this was a product of Bangles specifically or the Indian experience in general. I'll try not to dwell too much on this distinction herein for the sake of simplicity.
1.This is the first developing country I have visited where English is generally well spoken. This is a special feature of Bangles. The surrounding states just speak their native language (linguistics generally determines state borders). However, because so many different people have migrated to Bangalore from all over, the default language really is English. As much as that has helped me live, learn, and work here, I must admit that most people are not my linguistic peers in English. This small gap makes a huge difference in complex communication and is aggravated by big cultural differences. They are however, vastly superior in their multilingualism. Outside the villages, Indians are at least as multilingual as Western Europeans. The only difference is that these skills only help them in their own country, nay, their own region of their country. Still, so many of my friends here are embarrassingly on par with me in addition to knowing their own home tongues. They have taught me so many things.
2.I learned to ride a motorcycle in Indian traffic. This is one of the only places where riders (though not passengers) have to wear helmets (to protect those valuable IT workers' brains) and I must admit that I find it oppressive (even in the winter) and perhaps even dangerous. I had no training, no Indian license, no title or registration for the bike, and no problems, except for the my 100cc engine constantly stalling when I stopped at lights. I just borrowed a bike and mustered the confidence needed to drive it home. God and my fellow drivers here must love me. I only bumped other vehicles twice (lightly) and I never got pulled over by the police. Supposedly it only costs a few bucks to bribe them anyway, especially since they are one of the few groups who can't speak English and would thus rather not hassle with foreigners. Now, I wouldn't make the statement, “if you can ride here, you can ride anywhere” because traffic moves at about half the average speed as back home, but it much more erratic. Perhaps it evens out the skill level necessary, but a crash at higher speeds just doesn't compute. I could ride anywhere else in the developing world though for sure, even if those fools were driving on the right side of the road.