My Photos of India, as Featured in the Huffington Post

I had quite a nice surprise this weekend: I discovered that several of my photos were featured in a popular HuffPo article!

My photos were posted as part of this article written by bestselling Indian author Chetan Bhagat, an English writer who pens both novels and non-fiction about contemporary India. It describes how the Western world is obsessed with old, exotic India, and not the India of 2014–a modern-day India full of technology, jeans, cyber cafes, and investment options. Mr. Bhagat has millions of Twitter followers, millions more fans, and millions of book copies sold, but he finds it hard to communicate the fact that India is a changing nation. And it’s easy to understand his point. While living in India, I felt lucky to see both sides of the spectrum, and to not only photograph them, but live in them. I spent time with farmers in the poorest of areas, used wi-fi in hip cafes, slept on concrete slabs with locals, and rode the subway in the cities. Sometimes these everday events occurred within hours of each other! There is still so much to be seen of the “old” India–the areas with no running water, mud huts, and poverty–but there is a modern-day India that westerners often ignore.

The six photos of mine that were published as part of Mr. Bhagats article are, funny enough, all about the “old” India. Even so, there are modern-day stories about each one. In the photo above, for example, the bride was the niece of my friend and co-worker. I am friends with the bride’s uncles and cousins on Facebook, and she attended the college where I spent the bulk of my time in India working. On the other hand, she had only met her groom a few times, and the wedding took place in a remote part of Rajasthan. I traveled for days with her extended family in order to reach the wedding temple. In the photo below, these kids were indeed working hard while barefoot, and they lived in extremely basic concrete and salvaged wood shanties. Yet just down the street, people lived in beautiful homes with Western toilets (believe me, that’s big), mostly reliable power, and garbage bins. No matter that these garbage bins were only emptied by cows during my entire time there; they were placed there with forward-thinking intentions. As India works toward being a modern-day society, from what I observed while living there at least, still many obstacles stand in their way. Will Modi change some of that? I suppose we’ll just have to wait and see. Read the entire article right here, and see all the featured photography of India on HuffPo’s site.

I’m delighted that my photos were showcased in such an interesting piece, and I’ve already received some thought-provoking messages from passionate Indian citizens. Please feel free to ask me any questions by leaving a comment below, or by tweeting me @AntiTourist. I’d love to hear your thoughts!

More musings from Chetan Bhagat, a man named Time Magazine’s “100 Most Influential People in the World” in 2010, can be seen here.

My photography, including a photo essay on India and plenty more travel photography, can be seen at KathrynCooperPhotography.com.

 

Things that are Precarious: A Vertigo-Driven Photo Essay

It seems that when traveling outside the USA, I find many things that just don’t look stable or safe. Case in point: houses on mountains, motorcycle rides over landslides, or me on anything. Here’s a collection of precarious things that would freak any mother out–especially mine. And yes, I use the term “precarious” quite lightly. So what here is precarious?

The girl who leaned out to take this photo of me rock climbing, for starters.

Or these homes in the Cinque Terre, Italy.

Or these schoolboys in Thailand mugging for my camera over the previous night’s landslide.

Or really, everything about this photo. No wonder we didn’t have power for a week.

How about any of these mountain roads in Nepal?

Or this giant fly, trying to function on this planet on its measly legs?

Or me on other cliffs:

Or me…not on any cliffs?

Or this village dessert’s contents, in my stomach, given to me during an event at which I was the honored guest?

Or me in this hammock in Malaysia (because the first one I was in broke, and I still have the scar to prove it)?

How about these bridges in India, Cambodia, and Thailand? If only you could see the true angles…

What is the likelihood that this Maltese road does NOT suddenly end and drop into the sea?

Or that my hiking buddy is NOT going to be caught in a gravelanche?

Or that several teenage girls CAN actually live in this tiny house on stilts in Asia?

And finally, will you trust that this egg-carrying bicyclist will never have to suddenly swerve or stop short?

Precarious or not, I’m still alive. Barely, but I still am. Remember: If you’re a mom, do not look at this post. Sorry for the late warning.

In India, Anything Goes – Update Part 8

Remember when Reader’s Digest was good, and even though it looked like it had the most [germs, bacteria, baby feces, urine sample splashes] on its ratty pages, you wanted to read it? When it was filled with anecdotes, recipes, inspirational sayings, and wise words? I thought the same could apply to India, and perhaps even help you in your future travels here. That being said, here’s some good readin’ for you whether you’re at work, taking a nap, or on the can. 

 #Fact# – – If you see what looks like a headless child hanging from the roof of every home, don’t fret; it’s just a headless grey doll meant to bring good luck.

 *Tip* – To avoid stepping on poop, don’t go outside in India. Or inside.

 ~Inspirational Quote~ – “You are fat. F-A-T. Fat.” –a student’s uncle while talking to me and a friend. So sweet.

 *Tip* – To boost low company morale, create fun, team-building activities such as staff vs. student cricket matches during the last hour of work one day a month, then cancel at the last moment and never reschedule.

 -RECIPE- To make a traditional egg curry:

Small bunch cilantro

Several cloves garlic

1 small onion, roughly chopped

1 tablespoon ginger

4 small tomatoes, roughly chopped

Oil

4 eggs

Rice

Water

Grind the first 4 ingredients until a nearly smooth consistency is formed (but not soup). Add tomatoes and grind just a bit more. Heat some oil in a pot over medium heat, and once sizzling, add paste. Stir constantly and cook at least 10 minutes, or until the mixture has become less watery and has acquired a golden-brown hue. Set aside. In another pot, hard boil the four eggs. When rice or naan is nearly ready, re-heat paste mixture and add a cup of water, incorporating by stirring. Boil for another 10 minutes until the desired thickness has been acquired. Peel hardboiled eggs and cut each lengthwise in half. If serving with rice, make the curry a bit more on the watery or “gravy” side; if serving with naan, cook longer to achieve a thicker curry. Serve with carrots and cucumbers chopped freshly on your floor. Sprinkle with hairs, crumbs, or bug parts as desired. Serve hot.

 *Tip*  – Always be on your best behavior when visiting other countries, because like it or not, you’re representing your nation. Things not going so well? Simply say you’re from a country that, due to a limited education in geography, they’ve never heard of, such as Croatia or Lithuania. Works like a šarm.

 ~Inspirational Quote~ – “Catholic people are good at making scones.” –my friend Shridhar

 *Tip* – If you’re the government and are building potentially dangerous roads high on steep mountain cliffs, build a guardrail. Start by planting sturdy 3-foot-tall posts in the ground, spacing them out every 10 feet.

 *Tip* – To economically and effortlessly dispose of your old newspapers, magazines, and schoolbooks, simply gather them into a sack and throw, one or two at a time, into your nearest pond/lake/river.

 <Short Story> – A friend and I went out for lunch, ordering both a Davangere Open-Faced Dosa (South Indian) and naan and a Punjabi gobi gravy dish (North Indian). We were in a rush, so when they asked which to bring first, we just asked them to bring both at the same time. The manager actually recoiled in horror and shouted. “SOUTH AND NORTH INDIAN AT THE SAME TIME? NOOOOOOO!” We decided to have the dosa as our starter rather than risk our livelihoods.

 *Tip* – It’s fine—encouraged, even—to eat the same foods for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. To prepare dinner leftovers for your tiffen (breakfast), simply remove food from unrefrigerated shelf, gently brush off ants, and partially reheat.

 *Tip* – Entertain your kids during long car or train rides by playing the famous “I saw a…” travel game. If in India, here’s a sample list of sight-seeing travel goals you might see on your trip through this splendid country:

Check box

Sight-seeing goals

_________

__________

__________

__________

__________

__________

__________

__________

__________

_________

__________

__________

__________

__________

__________

A traffic marker in kilometers

A shepherd

An old fort or rock building

A protest

A green Muslim flag and mosque

2 ox pulling a cart

A man taking a dump on the side of the road

Something purple

16+ people crunched into or on top of a moving vehicle

3 wind turbines

A transvestite in a sari giving blessings or curses to strangers

A motorcycle moving the wrong way in traffic

5 people in a row staring at you

A female wearing shorts and not being stared at

A snack food flavor you regret having seen or tasted

 *Tip* – Rotate your watch from your right hand to your left every few days in order to sunburn evenly.

 #Fact# – If you are a couple of grown men, teenage girls, girl-boy cousins, or anything EXCEPT a couple showing affection, you may hold hands in India.

 <Short Story> – While I was in Bangalore, India’s 3rd-largest city, I met up and stayed with a bunch of people all around my age. In a variety of settings—a home, a bar, an apartment, a restaurant, a sidewalk—my looks were talked about nonstop. Not my facial characteristics or manicured toenails, mind you, but my weight. What they said was so uplifting that I thought I’d compile a list for you to read in case you come to this part of the world. This small list was compiled in just a few hours, too.

 ~Inspirational Quote~ – “You’re not fat; you’re just big.”

~Inspirational Quote~ – “Good things come in big packages.”

~Inspirational Quote~ – “You look like a wrestler.”

~Non-Inspirational Quote~ – “She eats a lot; that’s why she’s so huge.”

~Non-Inspirational Quote~ – “You look like Hulk Hogan.”

~Definitely Not An Inspirational Quote~ – “What are you taking, weight reduction tablets?”

~This Never Could Have Been An Inspirational Quote~ – “You fit into all my shirts, nah? But that means I am also fat.”

“`End“`

-Photos taken in Mundgod, Hampi, and Koppal, Karnataka, India.

An update and photos on Nepal will be up soon, but right now, I have to prepare to leave Hubli for good. You’ll hear from me soon, though!

In India, Anything Goes – Update Part RAJASTHAN!

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Rajasthan. A place that for years I’d always heard about, but never imagined I’d visit. Really, you must know that I’m a greenery-waterfalls-hiking-swimming-jungle-forest-mountain person, not a desert-hot-creepy men-sand person. Okay okay, I do like the creepy men part—who doesn’t, really—but I never expected to visit this northern state of India known for its brown landscape and desert atmosphere.

So when a co-worker of mine, RK, invited me and a friend to his cousin’s daughter’s wedding in Rajasthan, I immediately thought, heck, I get 10 days off in 6 months here. Why would I visit a desert? But in that auto rickshaw ride home that night, they urged me and I said yes. After all, I hate backing out on promises and was allured at the prospect of visiting a place so far out of my comfort zone, so opposite of what I would choose, and so geographically far away. Plus, I just couldn’t resist another opportunity to spend time in a “real” environment and not a tourist one. So I went.

The stories, of course, are endless, but I’ll try my best to summarize. You know that when you’re riding on a train with 30 various family members for 26 hours one way, you’re going to get to know them very well. Too well? Well immediately we caused a scene at the train station, where members of the family included a super old woman walking slower than the speed of light in a black hole, a midget, and people who knew some English and tried to help me get where I was going, not realizing I was traveling WITH them. We crowded onto the train. 

Fights, frenzies, and much food later, the pack of us emerged and boarded three crunched-in vans with our luggage strapped into the top. No, the fights were not with me, yes, that comes out to 10 people per van (comfort is not a thing here), and absolutely yes, some luggage did fall off during the four-hour ride. It was retrieved. 

After arriving at our destination with most limbs and necessary brains intact, we emerged to many family members, much hugging, and the Marathi word for “foreigner!” being shouted. We were put into a hotel at the bottom of a temple. That means we got several small, bare rooms to share with a bathroom. I’ll leave the rest to your imagination.

I saw and learned a whole lot in those next few days.

-Expensive weddings mean a whole lot of food, but that doesn’t mean the food is any…cleaner.

 -I can make it as a palm reader. I literally had a line of people waiting for me to tell them about their lives. Don’t ask.

-When you spend all day with people for just a few days, and they tell you their deepest, darkest secrets, you feel as though you’re truly part of a family. In a good way, actually.

-People here will go to great lengths to help you, and a good many of them have just beautiful hearts.

-Many men here are sketchy as eep.

-If people in Hubli, India look like they’re from another century, then people in Rajasthan look like they’re from another millennium. Incredible.

-Indians are so lazy (they say this, and I concur for the most part) that they have roads to the top of every mountain. Hiking? Huh?

-It IS possible for roads to disappear and turn into just…sand.

-In addition to Joshua Tree-like rock formations and sands, Rajasthan has beautiful greenery, less litter, and an often-cold climate. Don’t believe the desert hype.

-Yes, I rode a camel (for free, and only because I was a foreigner…sometimes you get lucky).

-Some of the people who knew me would give me their orders of spicy food and take the mild ones. Apparently I can handle it better than most here, but honestly, it’s usually not even spicy.

-Half the girls around the ages of 14 or 15 are already engaged.

-Most marriages are still arranged. My friend didn’t meet his wife until the day he married her. And everyone is still JUST as unhappy in their relationships as they are in America; they just hide their feelings better and are stuck/beaten.

-Monkeys are definitely dangerous.

-Sketchy situations always turn into great adventures. Unless, of course, they turn into, I don’t know, murders?

-Somersaulting down sand dunes is my next professional sport of choice.

 

The wedding itself was incredible and spanned three days. It was truly an unforgettable experience, as was traveling with this new extended family of mine, who now text me nearly every day. Despite the weird situations, the smelly surroundings, the never-ending stares, and the hot train rides, I did not want to go back to work. This was a trip no tourist could, or would want to, take. I loved (almost) every minute of it.

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