I travelled this Sunday from Chennai to Bangalore on the Shatabdi Express. I had a bad cold and was looking forward to 5 hours of quiet relaxation. What I got instead was a 5 hour and 45 min journey(train was late) that was immensely thought provoking while being some what annoying.
The train left Chennai at 5.30 pm and after the usual meaningless announcements the Indian Railways decided that the best way to entertain its passengers would be to play Nadaswaram music over the public announcement system.
The Nadaswaram is undeniably a fine instrument. In fact, it is considered so auspicious that it played in almost all south Indian marriages. The climax of the wedding is accompanied by the Nadaswaram being played loudly at breakneck pace.(This is done to alert the audience of several hundred disinterested people that the groom has tied the mangal sutra around the brides neck, and that they must now proceed to crowd around the dais and throw grains of rice at the couple's heads.)
In my humble(and undoubtedly ignorant) opinion however, the Nadaswaram is somewhat lacking in its ability to aid the kind of quiet relaxation that I was looking for.
I was able to explain everything when looked around at the rest of the passengers though. They were mainly elderly mamas and mamis, wearing the kind of contented look that comes when you are travelling in comfort, thanks to the efforts of your dutiful NRI children. Surely a few of them were going to attend weddings, and surely there is nothing better than a Nadaswaram cassette/CD to get one in a festive wedding spirit.
The music then shifted to some slow Kishore Kumar songs and I began to drift happily towards a restful sleepy journey.
The calm was shattered with one swift stroke, a loud whoop heralding the beginning of some (probably) obscure bhangra pop song. More Bhangra pop was to follow for the next half-hour.
Once it had gotten over its initial shock, my mind was abuzz with a thousand possibilities.
Did these people actually like Bhangra pop? After its impressive conquest of almost the entire Western civilization and the Indian club scene(right down to Kerala), had Bhangra pop conquered its final frontier- the mind of the elderly Tam-Brahm? Had this happened when I was away from the country, or was I witnessing history in the making?
Or had one of the aforementioned dutiful NRI children arranged this? Could they have been trying to expand their parents' horizons? Could they have been thinking that somebody broad-minded enough to enjoy this music would also be broad-minded enough to accept that their dutiful NRI son/daughter was going to get married to a Punjabi/Iranian/Nigerian girl/guy?
I did not leave the train with the answers to any of these questions, what I left with was a sense of wonder about my country and its people.
PS: Despite my dislike of its choice of music, I consider the Indian Railways one of the finest organizations (public or private sector) organizations in this country. I always have a hard time figuring out why Infosys is such a large part of our national consciousness (despite touching the lives of such a small fraction of the populace) and the Indian Railways isn't(except when there is an accident).