Capitalism Comes to Mao's Mausoleum: An Indian Goes Around the World - I
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In terms of academic qualifications, he has a Ph.D. in Political Science from a prestigious university in America. But his greatest learning experience came not from academe, he insists. It came from his frequent travels around the world. He shares that experience with the readers through the pages of this book.
He introduces them to the geopolitical, historical and cultural landscapes of various countries stretching from Argentina to China. He narrates in fine English prose the scenic beauty of some of the places he visited and personal stories of people he met.
In the course of interacting with those people, he also projects among them the real image of India - the image of a country which, in spite of being multi-religious, multiethnic and multicultural, has remained intact as one political entity and become the most vibrant democracy in the world. The book is a page-turner.
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Capitalism Comes to Mao's Mausoleum - M.P. Prabhakaran
Capitalism Comes to
Mao’s Mausoleum
M.P. Prabhakaran
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Contents
Preface
1
My Two Embarrassing Moments
in Buenos Aires
2
Eva Peron’s Tomb Is
Too Small for Her Ego
3
Brahma and Laxmi Reincarnate
in Brazil?
4
How Portugal Failed to Colonize
Calicut: Chat with a Brazilian
5
Hunchback and Sugar Loaf: Two
Tourist Attractions in Rio de Janeiro
6
Yoga on Copacabana
Conducted by a Brazilian Beauty
7
Picture of a Cow on a Beijing
Billboard Confuses a Hindu
8
Capitalism Comes to Mao’s
Mausoleum, but in Its Crude Form
9
Part of China’s May Day
Celebrations: a Fashion Parade
10
How a Shanghai Neighborhood
Got an Indian Name
11
A Jacket and a Bride for the Price of
One: Shopping on Nanjing Road
12
A Morning Walk by the Mekong;
a Restaurant Named for My Niece
13
A Humbling Experience
in a Laotian Town
14
Garbage Dumps and Traffic Jams
in the Silicon Valley of India
15
What Makes Islamic Turkey
Different from
Islamist Saudi Arabia
16
Monuments in Mexico City that
Pose Challenge to the U.S.
17
A Bridge on Austrian Border,
a Memory Lane to
the Hungarian Revolution
18
An Austrian-Muslim Woman
Determined to Remain Modern
19
Manneken Pis and the Fuss over
Its Portrayal in Air India Ad
20
Norway, Though Expensive,
Is Humane and Generous
21
A Memorable Train Journey
Across Mountainous Norway
22
Dachau Concentration Camp
Memorial: a Chilling Reminder
of Nazi Atrocities
23
My Encounter with a Tamil Tiger
Who Wants to Destroy India
24
What India and Virgin Mary
Have in Common
25
One of South Africa’s Ruling
Class Then, a Migrant
Farm Worker in Texas Now
Dedicated to the Memory of My Late Brother
RAMACHANDRAN
Preface
I travel, therefore I am—apologies to Descartes for twisting his noble thought.
This has been my stock reply to those who ask me where I get the guts from to venture into far corners of the world, often alone.
The venture is a belated realization of a dream I have nurtured since my early teens. While most other dreams I nurtured have been shattered, this one remained intact. I am happy that at long last, I am in the process of fulfilling it. The joy I am deriving from it more than compensates for the agony I felt when my other dreams got shattered. I am happy that things turned out the way they did.
Apart from being a source of great pleasure, traveling has also been my greatest learning experience in life. In terms of academic qualifications, I have a Ph.D. in Political Science from The New School for Social Research, New York. But what I learned from this prestigious American institution, and from various academic institutions in India before that, is no match for what I learned from my travels around the world.
The most valuable lesson I learned is that people are people—no matter what region or religion they belong to, what political system they live under. They open up to you, if you go to them with an open mind.
I did not begin pursuing my passion for travel with a view to writing a book about it. The excitement I felt, the knowledge I gained, and the friendships I built with peoples from vastly different cultures around the world have been rewards enough for me. The book materialized as an afterthought.
Some of my friends, to whom I used to send e-mails narrating my experience and sharing my excitement, responded with gratitude and kept asking for more of them. M.P., travel writing is your forte,
one of them said. Some of the pieces you have sent are so heart-warming. Why not concentrate on this field? Why waste time belaboring on political stuff?
She has been familiar with my political writings, the targets of which often are pompous asses that pretend to have solutions to all problems in the world. Since 2001, those writings have been appearing in The East-West Inquirer, an online monthly I started that year.
Thanks to friends like her, I began to post my travel pieces also on the Web site. The responses from those who regularly visit the site,
www.eastwestinquirer.com, have been exhilarating. Some of them suggested that I bring out a collection of my articles on travel in the form of a book. I owe this book to those who made the suggestion. I also promise that more will follow.
M. P. Prabhakaran
New York
E-mail address:
prabha@eastwestinquirer.com
1
My Two Embarrassing Moments
in Buenos Aires
San Telmo is to Buenos Aires what Greenwich Village is to New York City. Because of its Sunday flea markets, antiques shops, art galleries, street performances and many other attractions, tourists to Buenos Aires, the Argentine capital, always make it a point to visit that part of the city.
For those who are looking for the old-world charm, there are 19th-century colonial mansions, known for their architectural grandeur, on both sides of the streets. Most of the streets are paved with cobblestones. The mansions were, once upon a time, owned and occupied by upper-class Spaniards. Many of them were later remodeled into multifamily apartment complexes to meet the housing needs of new waves of immigrants, mostly Italians. Lately, some of the mansions have also been converted into shops, art galleries, restaurants and bars. Frolicking Argentines and fun-loving tourists bring San Telmo to life, especially on Sunday evenings. Adding to the fun and frolic is that world-famous art form the Argentine culture is inseparable from. The art form—you have guessed it right—is the tango.
Tango dancers from various parts of Buenos Aires and beyond flock to San Telmo and perform at street corners and city squares. They do it partly in keeping up with an age-old tradition, but mostly to make a living by entertaining tourists. Some of them are just as good as famous tango dancers who perform at various Buenos Aires night clubs. Watching the tango at night clubs would cost one anywhere between 20 and 100 U.S. dollars, depending on the popularity of the club and of dancers. At San Telmo street corners, the cost is what one decides and can afford—an important factor that went into my opting for that place, rather than a night club.
I love the tango, especially the Argentine tango. I wanted to learn it ever since I was first exposed to it. But for some flimsy reason or other, I never got down to doing it. Little did I know on the Sunday evening I decided to go to San Telmo that my favorite dance was also going to give me one of my most embarrassing moments in life and one of the two embarrassing moments I had in Buenos Aires.
My First Lesson in Tango
Most of the dancers that I saw were in compatible pairs. By which I mean there were no same-sex couples. One could tell from their performance that a lot of planning and practicing had gone into it. There were also dancers who would start the show solo and then persuade one of the spectators to join him or her as partner. Another cost-cutting device in a country that is financially strapped?
I wondered. I dismissed the thought as fast as it came, reasoning: audience participation had always been an essential feature of street performances in every country and every culture. Some of those who volunteered to participate were excellent dancers themselves. But those who did it only after a good deal of persuasion were pathetic to watch.
I was thoroughly enjoying the evening, taking in the sights and sounds of the cultural corner of Buenos Aires, when a cross-dressed woman performer caught my attention. In a double-breasted coat with a matching tie and a hat, and with a mustache waxed to keep its handlebar shape intact, she could probably be imitating an English country gentleman. (Many Argentines do imitate Europeans, making them the butt of jokes of other South Americans.) I stopped to watch her (him?).
I knew it took two to tango. I was curious to find out who from among the spectators she was going to pick as her partner—the actual opposite sex or the opposite sex which the man she was masquerading as called for? My curiosity turned into shock and fright when her choice fell on me.
My protestations, in English, that I hardly knew any steps were dismissed by her, in Spanish. I thought what she said meant, It doesn’t matter.
She dragged me to the center of the dance area, to the delight of the crowd that clapped and whistled.
Shouldn’t the partner be of the opposite sex in appearance, too?
I shouted, to no one in particular.
Come on, man, be a good sport,
one from the crowd shouted back. He had a British accent. The crowd was international in composition.
The first thing the performer did was to press me against her taut breasts. That part, I must say, I really enjoyed. The handlebar mustache that brushed against my cheek did not diminish the enjoyment one bit.
But her next gesture made it clear that I was not to read too much into that physical contact. She pointed two fingers toward her eyes, meaning that I was supposed to look straight into her eyes. Which I did—nervously. Then she began to push me around, telling me—in Spanish, of course—which leg to move where. I nodded yes. Not that I understood anything she said. I was anxious to get it over with fast. The instructions ended with her asking me to fall on her right arm and throw my right leg up pointing to the sky, the usual finale of a tango dance. Only then did I realize that she was expecting me to play the female role.
She turned on the boom box and the music began to blare. Once again, she held me close to her. And once again, I could feel her breasts rubbing against my chest. But this time, I was too nervous to derive any pleasure out of it. She nudged me to take the first step. My first step, in my first tango dance in life, on my first visit to the land of the tango! Never had I imagined that that was also going to be my last step—at least for that evening.
My left heel fell on her right toes and nearly crushed them. She roared in pain. I apologized profusely. My explanation that the step mix-up was caused by the sex mix-up did not have any effect on her. She pushed me toward the spectators. They roared, too, but in exultation—and to my great embarrassment. If they had come out that evening to have a good time, I did not disappoint them.
As soon as she picked another partner from the crowd and I knew that nobody was watching me, I quietly withdrew from the scene. I rushed to a nearby sidewalk café and ordered a cool Argentine beer. The beer was very satisfying.
Visit to a Turkish Bath
My second embarrassing moment in Buenos Aires came at a Turkish bath. When the hotel I was staying in offered a free Turkish bath as part of the deal, I said to myself, At long last, I am going to have the ecstatic experience of being in a Turkish bath!
Until then, I had only seen it in movies and read about it.
The bath facility took up nearly a quarter of the hotel’s basement. The huge hall that led to the actual bath had a bar on one side and a locker room on the other. As I entered the hall, my stare fell on a group of men sitting around a table, drinking beer and playing cards. All of them were tall, old and fat. Those physical features were not what caused my stare, though. It was their nonchalant attitude to what they were exposing to each other. From the wet towels that were lying beside them, I guessed that they had just come out of the bath. When the bartender saw my surprised look, he pointed his thumb toward