Excellent article by a good writer who is peripherally part of the manosphere. This guy has traveled all over the world, and he says India is by far the worst place on Earth he has ever been to.
I don’t even know where to begin. First of all, it’s filthy. It’s the filthiest country he’s ever been to. Worse, no one seems to care about the filth – no one gives a damn.
It’s also horrifically polluted, and no one cares about this either.
The poverty is simply insane. It has to be seen to be believed. It’s the worst poverty he’s ever seen in any land he’s ever been to. And there’s nothing you can do about it.
Boys covered in shit try to pry open a closed store to grab hot dog scraps. Kids covered in shit play in massive garbage heaps as big as houses. A beggar lies on the sidewalk, half his leg eaten off, maggots visibly gnawing on the rest. Emaciated old people with sunken, hopeless eyes sit on the sidewalk and beg for food. People frantically dig through garbage to try to get food to eat.
There are people everywhere, everywhere, everywhere. It’s worse than New York, Mexico City or Hong Kong. You take off outside the city and the masses of humans don’t lessen, nor does the incessant filth.
He goes to eat in a Pizza Hut and the Indian middle class is in there, fat and happy. Outside kids covered in shit wallow on the sidewalk and the bourgeois don’t give two flying fucks.
Everywhere he goes, Indians try to steal from him. Even his own taxi driver tries to rip him off, and threatens to call the police when he doesn’t go along with the attempted theft.
Cons and scams are everywhere. He falls for an elaborate scam to buy a fancy rug and have it shipped to his mother in the US. There are fake shops, fake businesses, fake travel agencies, fake everything, everywhere, all run by scammers, all set up to rip you off. One man on his tour is ripped off for $2,000 by a fake travel agency.
As you walk along the sidewalk, Indians swarm alongside you, begging for this or that, trying to sell you this or that, or trying to scam you in some way. After a while, you resolve to speak to as few Indians as possible.
He meets Western hippies at tourist hangouts, some to indulge in the solipsism of Hinduism and Buddhism, but they don’t see that these solipsistic religions may have created the very Hell of the India they are visiting.
Charity seems hopeless. Where would you even begin. The beggars are ingrates. You give them food, and they don’t even care. And if Indians see you giving to a beggar, they swarm all over you begging for themselves. Better to give to no one.
He tries to come up with a meaning for India, but can come up with none. India is meaningless; nothing has any meaning or value there. It’s an entropic panorama of Chaos Theory in action.
The comments are interesting. I read them all. Mostly the usual Indian nationalist and Hindutva fanboys ranting on and on about shining India, and “just give us time.” And others attacking the “racist” article.