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...postcards on this page from exotic locales got me to thinking. When summer hits like a gust of fresh air after the academic year ends, Harvard students scatter to all ends of the world to work at prestigious, high-powered jobs and internships. From Shanghai to Paris to New Delhi, they send back tales of wondrous sights and tremendous opportunities. The future politicians and policy analysts go down to Washington, D.C., to learn their way around Capitol Hill and the White House. Those interested in mergers and acquisitions find themselves plum positions with prominent Wall Street firms. The techies migrate...
...DELHI, India--Every night I go to sleep wearing Delhi. Try as I may to disrobe, to wash the city from my skin, I remain clothed in the urban masala of textures and smells that seasons the ancient metropolis on the banks of the Yamuna River. A drop of sweat lies delicately between my eyes, a saree of dirt and exhaust, pleated six times at my waist and draped over my shoulder, enshrouds my body and defends my modesty from the menacing eyes of the dark. And as I lay in bed, immobilized by the heat, with the dissonant smells...
...doesn't travel through Delhi; one doesn't stay a few months as an observant guest. Like a lentil softened in pot of steaming dal, one is forced to absorb the city's scalding brew, to let it seep under her skin and flavor her tender flesh. Mouths, nostrils become cultural portals, entry points through which the diesel fumes of a Tata bus, the bite of a roadside fried samosa and the burn of the scorching sun enter one's body and transform one's soul. Here, the ordinary becomes the extraordinary and the magnificent flows from the mundane...
Indeed, while this thieving city robs too-prepared travelers of their well-drawn maps, it has a canny habit of giving them a better sense of direction. For to be once lost in Delhi is to be taught the thrill of wandering back alleys and narrow side streets, of perusing untouristed markets and treading unworn paths, of dining off unfamiliar dishware and drinking from unpurified spouts, of being curious, taking risks, discovering what lies off life's major thoroughfares--of coming home at night wearing the city in which you live...
Lauren E. Baer '02, a Crimson editor, is a social studies concentrator in Dunster house. She is working at the South Asia Human Rights Documentation Centre in New Delhi, India. She's eating too much curry, drinking too much domestic tequila and dreading returning to a country where a 30-minute cab ride costs more than a dollar...