[Indian Graffiti] : Indians Love their Babies

Yupp... Indians have inherited this in their very blood and genes  :-)  Proud 2 b an Indian Pass on to fellow Indians to let them also get... thumbnail 1 summary
Yupp... Indians have inherited this in their very blood and genes  :-)  Proud 2 b an Indian

Pass on to fellow Indians to let them also get the feedback as what the Westerners see and realize for themselves besides the usual media renderings of portraying India where sadhoos, cows and snakes greet visitors on road.  :-)

-------- Original Message --------

Sometime back.. may be around 4-5 weeks before or so.. I stumbled upon a blog post title through my customized google alerts with 'India' as one of the keywords therein that I've subscribed to in my inbox. The title - "Indians Love their Babies" attracted my attention immediately as it was an unusual topic of sorts that one could find in the blogosphere, and that too when the author is shown as a non Indian.  [By the way, in case somebody's intrigued what I mean by these alerts here above, let me tell you that subscribing to google alerts (or any other similar internet service alert as a matter of fact) is a good way that I got to know from one of my pals to receive alerts from internet search results and/or indexing results etc. which keep updating with new and old web stuff in their respective servers.]

Coming back to the topic, the post was really good. I followed the link..  nah!..  now i remember there wasn't any link..  and in fact searched for the blog post author Susan Weis on facebook (as she had suggested at the end of her post), and am proud to be a pal of hers now.  She had a couple of photos uploaded there, and they were simply good.  I strongly suggest all of you reading the following shared blog post of hers to visit her pages and read more good stuff.  The blog post that I'm referring to is reproduced hereunder for the sake of sharing nice web stuff (of course with her permission only, so to mention  :-D )


Indians Love their Babies

This thought just keeps swirling around my head. I never saw a stroller in India. I saw parents holding their babies everywhere. Passing them on to other relatives. Kissing them. Tickling them.  Smiling into their eyes. Never letting them go. Indians love their babies. On the trains, in restaurants, at tourist sites, walking on the street - moms and dads holding their kids’ hands, reassuring them, cuddling them, nuzzling them. I was so struck by the love, the acceptance, the humor, the smiles, the eyes. Such beautiful, amazing people. 
And then there is this lovely tradition of Indians wanting to have their photo taken with foreigners. I can just imagine their photo albums filled with faces of white strangers – “Look ! We met these lovely people at the Taj Mahal. They love our country.” Schoolboys on a field trip shyly approached us at the Agra Fort – “photo?”  Soon most of the class was upon us, crouching down to form rows to fit them all in! Families on vacation from the south, “photo?”
Often we would take photos of the kids posing for us – they didn’t seem that interested in seeing the digital picture – they were just so happy to have their photo taken! It was so sweet.
But back to the Indians loving their babies. I mentioned this to a woman on the trip and she said everyone loves their babies. I wish that was true. What I witness everyday on 36th Street, in the neighborhood where my shop is, makes me doubt that sometimes. I know they love their babies – but they most certainly don’t know how to express it. The aggression and anger I see from these parents is heartbreaking. I know it’s the way they were raised so I fear their kids have no chance. I rarely see love and affection between mothers and their babies on 36th Street. I see anger and frustration. I see drinking and smoking. I hear yelling and cursing. I wonder why it’s this way.
So this is why I was so struck by the love and warmth I saw in India. The biggest smiles I’ve ever seen were on the faces of these children held so closely by their mom or dad, or auntie, or uncle, or cousin, or friend. Passing babies back and forth from one loved one to another – never letting them go. On the airplane from Newark to Delhi. On the train from Delhi to Amritsar. In the market place in Jaipur. On the colonial streets of Shimla. In the quiet pathways in Dharamsala. By the Ganges in Haridwar. I’ll never forget this. Indians so love their babies. 
To see photos from the trip, go to facebook.com, search for Susan Weis, and proceed from there…
Posted By Shelly to Indian Graffiti at 1/14/2009 04:09:00 PM


Send in your contributions to:



No comments

Post a Comment

Dear readers/visitors/subscribers,

Your valuable comments/feedback/suggestions/contributions are always welcome. Looking forward to hear from you.