Yesterday Michael and I picked up six bags of trash around the neighborhood. As Michael climbed into a ravine to grab yet another discarded beer bottle, I heard him mutter, “Who would do this? Who would just toss this here?”. You could hear the disgust and dismay beneath his bafflement.
I used to ask myself that when I took my walks to pick up trash. Instead of feeling joy from cleaning up my neighborhood, I felt dismay and defeat when I saw more trash along the street the very next day. It made my efforts seem pointless.
But I would grab my pick-up stick and stomp out there to clean up the same areas I cleaned up the day before. I remember struggling to extract a sea of mustard packets out of a thicket of bushes and asking myself the very same question. What is wrong with the person who thought discarding mustard packets in a bush was a good idea? WHO WOULD DO THIS?
The answer instantly popped into my mind. Someone who is very broken inside. That made me pause. How we treat the external world says a lot about our internal world. Someone who is trashing the world is probably doing the same with their body, mind and spirit. We’re usually picking up liquor bottles, candy wrappers, fast food bags, cups of soda and cigarette butts. These aren’t signs of someone who is taking precious care of their body. When you respect (and love something), you treat it well. We have a tendency to trash or destroy things we hate or think very little of. The Outside reflects the Inside.
When I realized that the person who is recklessly discarding trash in this manner is simply someone who is broken inside, it drew compassion from my heart. Instead of being judgmental towards them, I began sending a loving and compassion thought their way as I picked up their trash. Sometimes I’d ask the energies of the universe to help guide that person to heal whatever led them to discard trash this way. This is my form of compassionate action. Send a loving thought, prayer or dedication and let physics do it’s magic.
For me, picking up trash isn’t just about cleaning up the neighborhood and taking ownership for the world I live in. It’s a way for me to infuse some positive impact on my neighborhood and people who travel through it. The problem isn’t that people are reckless with their trash. The problem is that we have people who are living out their internal pain in destructive ways and they aren’t getting the help and healing they need.
I don’t know who those people are, but I know some of them pass by when I am picking up trash; they see what I am doing and they avert their eyes. So I handle this “under the radar”. The best thing I can do is grant them compassion and positive thoughts and move about my day. Nothing good comes from infusing the situation with my frustration or anger.
My next challenge is to apply this concept when I encounter other kinds of “trash” – rudeness, anger, dishonesty, manipulation. Those things are just another form of people’s trash. Rudeness is purely a reflection of their internal world (it doesn’t have to do with you, so don’t take it personally); remembering this actually makes this a little easier to deal with. You can then observe it with curious eyes and not get emotionally roped in to their drama.
We are all broken in some way inside. Perhaps if we choose compassionate action over judgement, we will begin healing our way toward wholeness a little bit faster.
I leave India tomorrow morning. My feelings about leaving are as complex as the country itself. Part of me doesn’t care about going home at all; part of me wants to leave and never return.
Here I can buy two dresses for $6 and see the most exquisite monuments ever built. But the pollution became nearly intolerable and one bears witness to intense visual and emotional chaos; extreme poverty with slums filled with trash, beggers, and floods of people, traffic, activity and constant noise.
The massive complexity of India led me to one epiphany; it’s an experience I will be processing for quite some time. In the meantime, here are a few interesting things worth sharing.
21 Things I Learned and Experienced in India:
- Fair skin is a big deal here. I felt like a celebrity here; people staring wherever we went and requesting pictures with me. On the second day, I told Jon Cryer that I understood what he goes through. It’s amusing, flattering, awkward and unsettling all at once.
- Got to experience paparazzi and walking the “red carpet” with Hollywood & Bollywood celebrities. Asked Jon and his wife Lisa Joyner how it compared with Hollywood; they said it was more intense and more chaotic here. I understood this after I got fully mobbed by 40 Indian guys.
- The lanes on the road are a “mild suggestion” – not a rule. Potential head on collisions didn’t faze me after a few days. Indian drivers are the kings of last minute lane changes and they stay perfectly calm despite passing oncoming traffic with a margin that should have required a lubricant. Every car has “Keep Distance” written on the back. That is a serious waste of paint.
- After two weeks, I’m still not sure what – if anything – is considered a traffic violation. In India, drivers assume the other person will violate traffic laws; in the U.S., we assume the other person will follow the traffic laws. Apparently, fatal accidents aren’t that common in India for this very reason.
- The streets are packed with cars, busses, rickshaws, pedestrians, tuk tuks, cows, dogs, motorcycles; everyone is going all different directions but somehow it all seems to move. Beeping is used to “talk” to everyone around you and it is CONSTANT.
- A tourist bus is one of the fastest moving vehicles on the road. We fearlessly passed everybody. Nothing makes locals light up and wave more than a tourist bus.
- You can actually get four people on a motorcycle. Five if two of them are babies being held in the mother’s arms. (Yes, we saw that). It’s very common to see a toddler squashed between two adults on a scooter. Because that is clearly the safest way to transport a kid across town.
- In India, you’ll see plenty of dogs, horses, cows, goats, pigs, camels, monkeys, peacocks – and maybe even an elephant – walking on the streets, laying around town… pretty much everywhere.
- Trash is EVERYWHERE, in large amounts. And animals are wading through it looking for food. Few areas were cleaned up (only palaces were immaculately kept). Seemed like virtually all the storefronts, homes and streets had trash out front, all around, everywhere.
- The smog became nearly untolerable in Agra (near the Taj Mahal). If you comment on the smog, the locals insist that it is fog. No one seems to acknowledge that it is actually pollution. Trust me, that was NOT fog. This was what got me passionate about leaving India at the end of the trip.
- My first sight of the Taj Mahal stopped me in my tracks. It is exquisitely gorgeous; it felt like walking into a fairytale. I could have stared at it for hours. It is unreal in it’s magical quality.
- I found it fascinating that two Bollywood stars (Dia Mirza and Gulshan Grover) both attributed their success to having prayed and dreamed intensely for their success. There is power in that. Don’t forget intention along with action!
- You can have dental work done by a self-proclaimed dentist sitting on a blanket on the sidewalk. I would have taken a picture but the shock of seeing this prevented me from acting fast enough.
- Hospitality in India; whether staying at a royal palace or at a bed & breakfast was phenomenal. We arrived at the Taj Falaknuma Palace by a horse drawn carriage. As we walked up the stairs to enter the castle, fragrant rose petals were gently tossed upon us from the balconies.
- Don’t ask how I know this, but when a camel gets aroused, it shakes it’s head and makes weird gurgling noises. This is a good time to leave the camel alone.
- Girls aren’t allowed to play cricket. But it’s a huge sport in India. The local kids let us play with them; however, I struck out three times, even with a guy helping me swing the stupid “bat”. Michael immediately and miraculously became a cricket rockstar and hit two beautiful shots on his first try. Cricket is stupid.
- I danced to a lot of live traditional Indian music. While the music and lyrics were totally foreign to me, and my movements were totally foreign to the musicians, we merged and connected in ways that reminded me why I love dancing. Once I figured out how to merge my movements with their music, it wove us together in mutual appreciation. The challenge of this gave me a huge high.
- Before you go negotiating for merchandise in a foreign country, make sure you REALLY grasp the exchange rate. I spent 15 minutes fighting with a guy to give me two dresses for 210 rupees, which I later learned was equivalent to $3.50. My final offer was only 6 cents over my original offer. This led him to violently throw the dresses back into the rack, stalk away and scowl at me like I was a heinous criminal. After my tour guide intervened, we settled on $5.83. She got an earful from him on what a horrendous person I was. Look buddy; I’m not cheap, I’m on vacation. I don’t do math on vacation.
- When you go into a store, once you start looking at merchandise, someone will stand immediately next to you the entire time. Sometimes they don’t say anything. Apparently it doesn’t have anything to do with the value of the item you are looking at; my buddy with the $3 dresses did the same thing. The only time we talked/fought was after I asked how much.
- I cannot emphasize enough the importance of sticking to toast as your last meals before you (and your travel companions) start the trek of a 22 hour flight back home. Bad time to risk food poisoning. I know because I’m sitting right next to it.
- Keep toilet paper on you everywhere you go. On the rare occasions that I was blessed with TP, it was allocated to me on my way inside the bathroom. And I only got two sheets. Single ply. And don’t forget to tip them for this grand generosity.
These reflect only the experiences I had in Delhi, Jodhpur, Hyderabad and Agra. Other parts of India may be completely different. For this trip I was traveling with a group of 65 American philanthropists to launch a clean water program in Hyderabad.
We had the honor of having actor Jon Cryer, talk show host Lisa Joyner, hollywood producer John Williams (Shrek, Seven Years in Tibet), playwright Gretchen Cryer and Journalist Lee Cullum included in our group. The trip was led by former US Ambassador to India Richard Celeste and his wife Jacqueline.
A remarkable trip of fascinating experiences with a phenomenal group of people!