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  • Looks nearly identical landing in New Delhi except there's an orange tinge to it and its not fog but air pollution.

    • I'm India for my first time right now. I mean no disrespect to the people here because both the government oversight and the necessity to appease wealthier nations dumping their dirty work here is unavoidable. The air is awful. I had the misfortune of looking out my window for a domestic flight into a city with worse smog and it was like an aggressive descent into madness. It's worse than when my US region got dusted by California wildfire smoke a couple years ago. I'm told winter is especially bad because the 90°F 80% humidity weather is more stagnant than the summer, so it's like a 2000ft tall blanket of asthma that won't disperse. Despite the damp air, the ground is pretty dry so everything is dusty and kicked up easily.

      [rant developing] And my country has the nerve to say we don't need so much environmental regulation? That humans don't have an impact? That life wasn't so bad before the EPA? Such a dismissive thought process to be self-serving to avoid inconvenience. Such a disengenuous appeal to avoid responsibility. Such a naive mindset to beleive unregulated capitalism will safeguard the population's interest. So much blind faith put into the idea that you're just a temporarily-embarrassed decamillionaire waiting for your turn to reap corporate welfare. No, my country is just fat and greedy. If my first trip to industrial Mexico was eye opening, the expanded idiom would be too gruesome to describe what I'm seeing in industrial India.

      • We talk about wealth inequality as a gigantic problem in western societies, and it really really is. I'm not downplaying that. Its, in my opinion, our most important short term problem we face today (well besides the fascist takeover underway in the last month or so).

        However, my visit to India showed me a different version of wealth inequality. I saw firsthand multiple generations of a family living in 100 square feet of handmade tent with a dirt floor. Cooking, bathing, and sleeping were essentially open-air activities for this family with grandparents, parents, and children all next to one another. Multiple this by hundreds of tents holding similar contents and situation. Entire streets were like this. Meanwhile about 2km away there were rich neighborhoods with what we in the USA would call something close to mansions. Marble columns, black iron security gates, and walls surrounding the yards 10 to 15 feet high. Essentially luxury, right next to abject poverty

        Close to my hotel were two banks both with ATMs. I went to get cash out of the first one, a dated building with faded tile lining the entry way, and the ATM itself looked like it was out of the late 80s or early 90s with the green screens and no graphics. The largest denomination of currency it would dispense was a 100 Rupee note. This is the equivalent of $1.15 USD. I think it would dispense as many as 5 at a time in one transaction, so $5.75 USD equivalent

        I wend across the street to the modern looking bank with its updated ATM, nice carpeted interior and flashy modern decoration in the lobby. That ATM would dispense the largest note the 2,000 Rupee bill. This is the equivalent of $23 USD for one bill, and it would dispense 5 at a time for a total of about $115.

        This ATM experience was a huge eye opener that even retail banking was divided into groups whose largest needed bill was $1.15 vs someone else of higher wealth that needed $23.

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