Kandy - 10-Apr-05 Once I 1-got out of the city and 2-stopped expecting Sri Lanka to be India and appreciated it for what it is, the island began to open to me. Sri Lanka is not India, obviously (the food is a lot worse, for one thing), though there are lots of the cultural similarities, and some unfortunate standard features found in this area of the world(touts, overcharging, heat, air pollution, lack of information). However, some things are blessedly missing -
-like, crowds. Sri Lanka, even when crowded, like on a market day, is far less so than India. They don't seem tohave the population issues, (literally, using "issues" inthe Indian sense!) for whatever reason. This takes a lot of that Indian desperation out of the atmosphere. I read an interview last summer with a famous Indian cricket player who made the observation, "In India, we are a mob, with a mob mentality lurking just below the surface." There is a lot less tension in Sri Lanka in general.
-the gender thing. I can walk through a crowded market orbusy street in downtown Kandy wearing a t-shirt, no bra and baggy pants and not worry about being grabbed or groped. There is no need to swathe myself in fabric the same way women must in India. Also, on a bus I can sit between 3 or4 guys and relax - because they are NOT trying to use every bend in the road as an excuse to leaaaaaaann into me or talk to me ("you are from?") or anything. Because of this, the ladies themselves are more relaxed inboth dress and behavior. I think there are a lot more genuine smiles. My sources say that marriages are arranged here and it's very much like the Indian system, but something must be different. For one thing, at the Royal Palace Park in themiddle of town, every single bench (EVERY bench) was taken up by courting young couples. Not even one bench was just friends hanging out! That, you would not see in India. -In other words, it is more relaxed in general. Other than the touts/rickshaw hawkers, which are about like India, the general atmosphere is more that of a laid-back island.
-Sri Lankans ask fewer personal questions. -They - sorry, Indian defenders - are MORE POLITE. Whatever you want to call the trademark Indian attitude (proud, arrogant, haughty, officious), it's not there generally.
-Traffic is much more quiet and less insane. That is, drivers do not incessantly honk their horns, and they drive more slowly.
-The men do not usually wear the compulsory moustache. Afew older ones do. In fact, you can often spot Indians by looking for the moustache.
-There IS Sri Lankan pop music (Sinhalese), though itsounds like a sort of generic island-music you might call International Tropical Island Pop. Part calypso, part German oom-pahbassline (really), part bouncy African highlife, VERY bouncy, upbeat and mostly silly sounding. You would expect to hear these types of tunes in Trinidad, Mauritius, and soon, at least to my ears. Sinhalese pop music is best appreciated while riding (comfortably, not guardedly, seated between gents) on the back window seat of a public bus through tea-plantation hill country, passing banana stands, farmers, day laborers, Tamil Mariamman and Buddhist shrines amid garden-of-eden vegetation as you spiral downthe winding, bumpy road. As you breathe the cool upcountry breezes, the relentless bounciness of the music seems cheerful and fun, as it was meant to be...not obnoxious and frivolous as it feels while breathing in city exhaust fumes and sweating downtown.
They DO have fetish for very dated, schmaltzy US pop music, unfathomable...I mean, "Never Gonna Change my Love ForYou," "You Left Me, just when I needed you most," KennyRogers" Through the Years..." AGGGGH. Now THAT makes me homicidal. A Carnatic classical music program on the radio made me misty eyed.
There is even some good Sri Lankan food - but it's all adopted from Kerala. "Hoppers" and 'string hoppers' are actually appam and idiyappam. "Sambol" is a kind of better sambar and 'pittu' is puttu. Also, the fact that the economy is not so developed makes for some inconveniences, but it also leaves more gorgeous scenery untouched. The Tamil presence here is pretty strong; official figures say 20 percent but I think it may be more. In town, they run many 'hotels' (restaurants), shops, and many are rickshaw drivers. In the country they do the majority ofthe farm labor, in fact that's why they originally came here 100s of years ago, to work on Brit tea plantations. still, up in the Nillambe hills where the Buddhist center is, when you see any tea-planatation woman worker and say"Vannakam, eppady sugam?" to her immediately she will answer in Tamil. (The fact that I can't understand themmakes no difference. It brings a big smile to theirfaces.)
Somewhere between Kangra, Kashmir and Kumbakonam, India
Sirensongs moved to India in 2002 to complete her six years' study of the ancient temple dance, Bharatanatyam. Apprenticing with a revered master in Madras, she learned a great deal; however, most of it was not about dance.
Disillusionment and childhood memories of "Tintin In Tibet" have led her to adventures as a spiritual investigative reporter throughout India, Nepal and Sri Lanka; as documented on this blogsite, her Flickr photo portfolio and various newsmedia (see sidebar).
She holds a certificate in Spoken Sanskrit from Rashtriya Samskrta Samsthan (deemed university, New Delhi) and is a lifetime member of ABHAI (Assoc. of Bharatanatyam Artists of India). Sirensongs is inordinately proud of her ability to read street signs and argue (successfully) with taxi drivers in Malayalam, Hindi, French and Nepali languages.
Her Tibetan, however, is still a total disgrace. She's working on it.
Quote: "Why do people go to India to find themselves? India is where you go to LOSE yourself."
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