Bengaluru, India Photos Like You’ve Never Seen Her Before
All of those fairy tales and hype you hear about India are just that… hype.
The mystical, spiritual place that is supposed to be India, is the most contrasted place to all other nations I have ever been in. A full 180 degrees in the opposite direction of sanity and order. But at the same time, there is beauty in the Chaos as the saying goes.
Where is Bengaluru, India?
A Serious Trash Problem
Aside from the hectic trip getting to Bengaluru (formerly Bangalore), the one thing that is really shocking about this city, was the insane amount of garbage, absolutely everywhere!
I’ve been to many developing nations, and I’ve seen a fair bit of dirty streets, or pits of filth… but Bengaluru, and ultimately every place I visited in India… was just choked in piles, and piles of garbage… EVERYWHERE!
Also add the occasional rivers that are actually an open-air sewage system where locals dump all of their unwanted… everything.
Furthermore, the incessant, never ending honking of horns, for almost limitless reasons causes massive headaches, along with the unfiltered gasoline that pollutes the air as you walk the streets.
Spicy, Milky and Indigestion
The food itself was delicious, although days later, I found out that I could not tolerate both spicy food, nor really anything… because it all has some form of dairy product (I’m lactose intolerant).
Thus causing bloating, indigestion, upset stomach, and diarrhea – not only in myself, but in my travel buddy as well, whom was not lactose intolerant.
The city itself is chaotic: traffic rules are not meant to be followed literally.
Homeless people littered around everywhere.
A little boy playing with his own poop, a man with leprosy begging for money.
And of course… the cows.
Cows roam the streets freely, quite frequently blocking traffic.
I was filming a calf crossing the street towards its mother… only to have the mother charge me with her head… for whatever reason – which I thought was hilarious.
Tip 1: Get a Sim Card at the International Airports in India
I also spent a full day looking for a way to get a sim card, but unfortunately, foreigners are not allowed to get sim cards once they leave the airport – unless they have a permanent address, or they know a local Indian who can help verify the sim card at a local mobile vendor.
This was more frustrating than it should have been, because the mobile plan vendors kept giving me the wrong advice – go here, go there, just show your passport… all of which was useless information.
Tip 2: Just get a sim card with data at the international airports, and shop around multiple vendors, because some will try to rip you off (double the price, for the same features).
The Beauty of Bengaluru, India
Other than all of the hassles of arriving and being in Bengaluru, I enjoyed a few aspects.
The Hindu temples were beautiful, intricate and very colorful. I have not yet seen anything of this design on my travels to 60 countries.
Hinduism has it’s own religious history that is as deep and complex as any other religion out there.
And the faithful are QUITE faithful to their beliefs of millions of gods, and saints and spirits, and whatever else.
You will also see the occasional christian churches that were brought by the Portuguese, Dutch and British through colonialism.
The irony isn’t lost on me, with dark-skinned local Indians worshiping a jewish guy, who died thousands of kilometers away… and is portrayed as a white guy.
You also have Muslims co-existing peacefully with the other two religions here, and they have their own areas of the city, with Arabic writing, and clothing as well.
The clothing of Hindu women is very vibrant and colourful, and the togas of the Hindu men is interesting as well.
Also the open-air markets are fun to experience. All of the products are home-grown, home-made, or probably imported from China. Haggling is highly recommended.
Walking around the narrow streets of certain parts of the city is an eye-opening experience.
But being on these streets for more than a few days, will definite take it’s mental toll on you, especially if you are a westerner (at least in my opinion).
Bengaluru, India is crowded, dirty, and the air is heavy with pollution.
My Thoughts About The Trash Problem in India
Many Indians believe it is the culture that allows Indians to turn their own country into a giant pit of trash. But I think it has more to do with the infrastructure, and lack of garbage disposal by private industry and government.
In Toronto, several years back, there was a strike by the unionized government-owned garbage collection agency. As a result, no one was picking up garbage. Within just a few days, Toronto started to become a giant cesspool of trash.
Dumping occurred everywhere, and many people went great distances to throw away their unwanted refuse. Some just dumped it onto the streets in front of their houses, and called it a day.
I think, regardless if it’s a developing nation like India, or a top-tier country like Canada, human nature resorts to the ‘tragedy of the commons’ – once one person doesn’t care, then quickly everyone else will not care as well.