An hour-long ferry ride from the Gateway of India to Elephanta Island (home to an amazing array of caves devoted to Hindu deities…as well as a group of wild and evil monkeys that prey on tourists) gave me ample time to ponder.
This trip is constantly challenging my ideals of right and wrong, fair and unfair, good and bad. Let’s take the concept of littering. To me, it seems ingrained that littering = bad, but then I watch a father show his two young children how to unwrap their snack and gleefully throw the wrapper into the already polluted Arabian Sea. I am not here to judge or criticize anyone….just to note that such instances challenge my preconceived notions of right vs. wrong. Is it dilluted accountability that makes people act this way? The sea, after all, washes away trash with the tide and it is never seen again by the perpetrator. But does that make it any less wrong? Or just easier to digest? (I know I’m guilty of this delusion at many times during the day) Or is it just that nobody taught this man that littering is bad? That trash in the ocean does not go unnoticed by its inhabitants…..
Life is full of assumptions.
Why did the man selling tickets to Elephanta Island (15 rupees ($0.30) for Indians, 250 ($5.00) rupees for foreigners) assume that I wasn’t from India? Technically, if you look at my ancestry, I am. But I didn’t want to pick a fight…well actually, I couldn’t (not in Hindi at least) But how did he know? I didn’t say one word – just held up one finger for “1 ticket”. What about me prompted him to ask me where I was from? Was it because I looked him straight in the eyes? Was I dressed like a “foreigner”? Was my expression too open and inviting? Who knows. All I know is that I paid the foreigner rate of 250 rupees . It’s not about the money, it’s about the fact that even in India I am considered a foreigner. At best, a Non-Resident Indian (NRI).
I feel like I have opened up Pandora’s Box (if her box contained questions about identity). Why are we so obsessed with this concept or defining or not defining ourselves? Why do we feel this need to belong to a particular group? Why do we let ourselves be herded into socially constructed identities? Does it even matter?