saiplayer1
Oct 20, 2014
Undergraduate / Everyone is in his or her own "little world" - COMMON APP ESSAY [5]
In middle school, hormones are rampant in the hallways and excessive fumes of body spray in the locker rooms can choke a man to death. A middle school student experiences many unique changes, but what I experienced all those years ago still haunts me today. On the bus one day, a fellow student was denied a seat by another student due to his skin color. As he scrambled to find a vacant seat, I felt a rush of disgust flooding over me. How could one do that to another? As the years went on, I came to find that not all places on Earth are like that middle school bus ride.
As the loud "adhan" or prayer call from the Muslim mosque mixes with the rush hour of Hindu temple goers walking opposite me, it becomes difficult to keep up with my parents. I struggle to hear my mother's crude Telugu telling me to hurry up. With gigantic lorries honking endlessly, ungoverned traffic, and ninety degree plus temperatures, it is hard to see why anyone would want to come to India other than to visit family, as I am. In the midst of all the honking and heat, what am I doing? I am smiling because I feel perfectly content in this place of flurry and flutter.
Over the numerous summers and school breaks, my eyes opened to the assimilated classical, Greek, and gothic architecture in Mumbai that was left by the British. When visiting the parliament building in New Delhi expecting to see nothing from Britain's colonization, I see paintings depicting British rule in India, hung proudly in the grand hallways. I have listened to English words such as "rubber," "auto," and "lorry" being used everyday, referring to erasers three-wheeled taxis, and transport trucks, respectively incorporated from the British language. In Kolkata, people can be seen enjoying the numerous churches and mansions left by the Britons. The British colonization was a troubling time in India's history, but now, India is a major cultural center for British and Indians alike. The tolerance and absorbance of different elements from history, such as the languages and architecture from British colonization, amazes me.
Even on a smaller scale, each province respects the laws of the others. Each religion respects each other's rights to display and practice publicly and freely. Muslims parade the streets with music and dancing on Eid-ul-Fitar while Hindus celebrate Diwali with sparklers and sweets.
Walking the dusty roads, a local shopkeeper invites me to the watch the day's cricket game in which India is down 5 runs. After walking down the road and buying a samosa from a local vender, my appetite for delicious cuisine and a friendly conversation is satiated. I have a sense of attachment to India---not with its tangible properties, but its tradition of tolerance and acceptance.
Looking back on that experience in middle school, I realize now not all places can show me the acceptance I have felt in India. India absorbs different cultures and ideas, inviting individuals to be a part of its diversity. I felt as if I was welcome, not just as a tourist, but as family.
This is why I feel perfectly content in India. With its blend of different cultures and ethnicities living harmoniously side-by-side, with its tolerance and acceptance of individuals into its diversity, India offers me an outlet for when I need a break from all the violence and hatred in the world. I can hardly wait for my next trip to India.
Hopefully this is a bit better
In middle school, hormones are rampant in the hallways and excessive fumes of body spray in the locker rooms can choke a man to death. A middle school student experiences many unique changes, but what I experienced all those years ago still haunts me today. On the bus one day, a fellow student was denied a seat by another student due to his skin color. As he scrambled to find a vacant seat, I felt a rush of disgust flooding over me. How could one do that to another? As the years went on, I came to find that not all places on Earth are like that middle school bus ride.
As the loud "adhan" or prayer call from the Muslim mosque mixes with the rush hour of Hindu temple goers walking opposite me, it becomes difficult to keep up with my parents. I struggle to hear my mother's crude Telugu telling me to hurry up. With gigantic lorries honking endlessly, ungoverned traffic, and ninety degree plus temperatures, it is hard to see why anyone would want to come to India other than to visit family, as I am. In the midst of all the honking and heat, what am I doing? I am smiling because I feel perfectly content in this place of flurry and flutter.
Over the numerous summers and school breaks, my eyes opened to the assimilated classical, Greek, and gothic architecture in Mumbai that was left by the British. When visiting the parliament building in New Delhi expecting to see nothing from Britain's colonization, I see paintings depicting British rule in India, hung proudly in the grand hallways. I have listened to English words such as "rubber," "auto," and "lorry" being used everyday, referring to erasers three-wheeled taxis, and transport trucks, respectively incorporated from the British language. In Kolkata, people can be seen enjoying the numerous churches and mansions left by the Britons. The British colonization was a troubling time in India's history, but now, India is a major cultural center for British and Indians alike. The tolerance and absorbance of different elements from history, such as the languages and architecture from British colonization, amazes me.
Even on a smaller scale, each province respects the laws of the others. Each religion respects each other's rights to display and practice publicly and freely. Muslims parade the streets with music and dancing on Eid-ul-Fitar while Hindus celebrate Diwali with sparklers and sweets.
Walking the dusty roads, a local shopkeeper invites me to the watch the day's cricket game in which India is down 5 runs. After walking down the road and buying a samosa from a local vender, my appetite for delicious cuisine and a friendly conversation is satiated. I have a sense of attachment to India---not with its tangible properties, but its tradition of tolerance and acceptance.
Looking back on that experience in middle school, I realize now not all places can show me the acceptance I have felt in India. India absorbs different cultures and ideas, inviting individuals to be a part of its diversity. I felt as if I was welcome, not just as a tourist, but as family.
This is why I feel perfectly content in India. With its blend of different cultures and ethnicities living harmoniously side-by-side, with its tolerance and acceptance of individuals into its diversity, India offers me an outlet for when I need a break from all the violence and hatred in the world. I can hardly wait for my next trip to India.
Hopefully this is a bit better
