We attended an exhibition last week, which involved a long haul from Dadar to Dombivli, a 45 minute train journey. Dadar is quite possibly the most insane train station on the entire planet. We waited on the platform in the ladies compartment area. As the train pulled in, I felt like I was on a roller coaster, waiting for the big drop. Sure enough, the next thing i knew, i was pulled back away from the train by a strong current of women in sarees. It wasn't even that the train was that crowded when we finally got on, its just another example of the Indian's general disregard for order. Being pushed back denied me a seat for the journey, but i was happy when a lady came by with a tub of warm samosas for 5 rupees each. My new plan is to do all my souvenir / gift shopping on the train, which would mean that all of you will be getting either a handkercheif, a hindi alphabet book, a pack of bindis, some q-tips or some banana chips.

Spending the day with the women turned out to be a fruitful cultural exchange, the main topic of discussion being that of arranged marriages. For them, arranged marriage is an unavoidable reality they were born into. Perhaps they have accepted it as their fate, but they surely don't have to like it. They told me about family duty, dowry, caste and social pressures. It was fascinating to hear about it, but sad to know that I have a freedom that they or even their daughters will never have.
My friend says that this is all going to change as women become more economically independent. New call center jobs have enabled alot of women to save up enough for their own dowries. He says that this new power will completely turn India upside down. I wonder....