{on screen appeal}
add some trip beat bedlam chaos music
images of pandemonium to the exponential
and of course its not regarded as anything less than artistic
images words and music fail.
And this perfectly communicated cultural scene, only sends messages of persuasive travel. Ambition for the enlightened savvy world citizen and well funded explorer.
But there is a reality beyond the film portrayal of cleverly filthy street kids, women folded under wrinkles and wrapped in dirty ornate saris, ornery boys cannon-balling off the top of your ferry transporting you under the Howrah Bridge where millions trample back and forth from the train station with loads balanced on top of their heads that would warrant an over-sized load ticket even on a flatbed truck in America to the endless markets tucked in endless mazes of ghetto and stink.
Its all so attractive viewed through a screen.
But until after all the applause has died down and you get up to go out the door and you choke on the pollution and incomparable smells and and through your burning eyes you realize that there are 3 children tugging on your arm, with the sound of a blind man tripping through the streets shouting ‘hello’ and the incessant jangle of the 2 coins in a woman’s cup with a bend in her spine that has her folded in half.
well, then its not so artistic, its not a mere vacation endeavor.
Its a calamity, its insane, its an emergency.
You want to escape, and you can, but guess what; they can’t.
// so what will we do //
