Ｔｏｍ?。裕瑁酰恚?BR> 主題札記：
很多時候，人，都喜歡帶著有色眼睛看人、看事、看某個地域或某個國家。盧梭說過，“人類的真正感情，最不應(yīng)該讓成見給束縛了。”然而，我們最不應(yīng)該讓成見束縛的感情，卻常常受困于成見。誰敢說自己沒有過以下想法：非洲國家大都貧窮落后，人民愚昧；西方國家就是極樂世界，紙醉金迷；在國外的中國留學(xué)生數(shù)學(xué)一定就能拿A；理工科學(xué)生的形象思維沒有文科生強……。
要知道父母雙全的孩子不一定比孤兒幸福；再富有的人生活得或許不如乞丐快樂；官家的子弟不一定就非得有紈绔的習(xí)性；百姓家的子女也可能有奢靡的傾向……，人、事物亦或國家都有它的多面性。因此，凡事僅憑一種印象來下結(jié)論，未免太片面，太草率。
完全摒棄?stereotype?并非一件易事，也絕非一蹴而就就可以實現(xiàn)。我們需要兼容并包的胸懷，開朗豁達(dá)的性格，以及自我反省的態(tài)度。這樣我們就可以利用各種機會增加自己認(rèn)識世界的視角，從而更加接近事物的本質(zhì)。
——Eva
I arrived back in 1）Pahar Ganj at 3 pm, six hours after I'd left to go to the jail that morning. The street was already 2）crammed with traffic and so I abandoned my 3）rickshaw and walked back to the hotel. Cars, trucks, rickshaws, 4）mopeds and animals weaved in every conceivable direction to the effect that I had to walk like a 5）puppet on strings; 6）jerking, twisting and hopping my way in an overall forwards direction.
Smoke, sweat and 7）stench 8）deluged the air and made it seem as though I was walking underwater. As a Westerner, you're an automatic target on this street, and no one ever gives up on selling you anything. Even when they've seen you walk down the street 1000 times before. Often it's only to 9）wind the foreigner up and get a reaction. If it's a man they'll try to sell him something; if a woman then they'll 10）smack their lips and say “Hey, baby, you like good time?” Just like in the movies.
Friends of mine, who first journeyed to the East the '60s, told me that we were often 11）held in high regard by the Indians. Like Buddha, we'd left behind our lives of luxury in 12）the First World to come to India in search of truth. They called us “13）maharaja”, great king. However, after years of seeing us crazy, 14）stoned and lost, they eventually saw us for what we were. The “Real Westerners” they saw on TV drove sports cars and lounged by swimming pools. With our cheap clothes, 15）hashish habits and 16）-dreadlocks, we were clearly the unwanted scum of our own societies.
Despise, envy or just laugh at us, the -Indians certainly don't understand us. One day I was chatting to a shopkeeper on Pahar Ganj, when an -Israeli girl walked past with her friend, chatting to him in 17）Hebrew. The shopkeeper shook his head 18）ruefully.
“She is a bad woman.”
“How do you know that?”
“I have seen her with three different men.” He told me sternly, as though that said everything.
“Well, where did you see them?”
“In the street!” He 19）puffed.
I tried in vain to explain that for Westerners, for a woman to be seen in the street with someone didn't mean she was necessarily sleeping with him. He listened politely, but the look in his eyes suggested that he considered me rather na?ve.
When someone first goes to India, they usually have all kinds of notions about “talking with the people” and “-immersing in another culture” and so on. All but the most 20）sanguine quickly understands that they will never integrate with Indian society. No matter how good their 21）Hindi gets or what religious vows they take they will always be aliens from outer non-India. In India you are whom you were born as. You cannot become a Hindu, and no amount of eating raw green chilies will change that.
But in the end, even though Pahar Ganj was hell, I hung out there for my time in 22）Delhi, as I could at least find conversation with other Westerners, who could relate to where I was coming from. Hell, I might even get some Israeli girl to walk in the street with me.
Having already spent a couple of years in India, I could easily recognize the tourists, and what kind of trips people were on. There were bearded -Italians who thought they were holy men; there were lost, skinny 23）hippies in search of -enlightenment, or a 24）guru, or perhaps just clothes that would actually fit them; there were tourists in jeeps, coming back from the Taj Mahal 25）shell-shocked; 26）techno warriors in 27）fluorescent 28）garb; plus other tra-velers and 29）freaks, who couldn't be as free elsewhere, as they were in India.
The longer you stay in India, the more you see, and it's kind of sad, because it's better not to perceive some things. The more you understand, the less magical it all seems. Explanations give 30）texture and depth, but they steal away the awe. As such, it's easy to recognize the newly arrived. They wander around in a nervous state of wonder and 31）appre-hension. The locals see them coming from a mile away, and they pay three times the price for everything for the first few days, which is all they can do to stay afloat in this sea of chaos, noise, and curious brown faces.
很多時候，人，都喜歡帶著有色眼睛看人、看事、看某個地域或某個國家。盧梭說過，“人類的真正感情，最不應(yīng)該讓成見給束縛了。”然而，我們最不應(yīng)該讓成見束縛的感情，卻常常受困于成見。誰敢說自己沒有過以下想法：非洲國家大都貧窮落后，人民愚昧；西方國家就是極樂世界，紙醉金迷；在國外的中國留學(xué)生數(shù)學(xué)一定就能拿A；理工科學(xué)生的形象思維沒有文科生強……。
要知道父母雙全的孩子不一定比孤兒幸福；再富有的人生活得或許不如乞丐快樂；官家的子弟不一定就非得有紈绔的習(xí)性；百姓家的子女也可能有奢靡的傾向……，人、事物亦或國家都有它的多面性。因此，凡事僅憑一種印象來下結(jié)論，未免太片面，太草率。
完全摒棄?stereotype?并非一件易事，也絕非一蹴而就就可以實現(xiàn)。我們需要兼容并包的胸懷，開朗豁達(dá)的性格，以及自我反省的態(tài)度。這樣我們就可以利用各種機會增加自己認(rèn)識世界的視角，從而更加接近事物的本質(zhì)。
——Eva
I arrived back in 1）Pahar Ganj at 3 pm, six hours after I'd left to go to the jail that morning. The street was already 2）crammed with traffic and so I abandoned my 3）rickshaw and walked back to the hotel. Cars, trucks, rickshaws, 4）mopeds and animals weaved in every conceivable direction to the effect that I had to walk like a 5）puppet on strings; 6）jerking, twisting and hopping my way in an overall forwards direction.
Smoke, sweat and 7）stench 8）deluged the air and made it seem as though I was walking underwater. As a Westerner, you're an automatic target on this street, and no one ever gives up on selling you anything. Even when they've seen you walk down the street 1000 times before. Often it's only to 9）wind the foreigner up and get a reaction. If it's a man they'll try to sell him something; if a woman then they'll 10）smack their lips and say “Hey, baby, you like good time?” Just like in the movies.
Friends of mine, who first journeyed to the East the '60s, told me that we were often 11）held in high regard by the Indians. Like Buddha, we'd left behind our lives of luxury in 12）the First World to come to India in search of truth. They called us “13）maharaja”, great king. However, after years of seeing us crazy, 14）stoned and lost, they eventually saw us for what we were. The “Real Westerners” they saw on TV drove sports cars and lounged by swimming pools. With our cheap clothes, 15）hashish habits and 16）-dreadlocks, we were clearly the unwanted scum of our own societies.
Despise, envy or just laugh at us, the -Indians certainly don't understand us. One day I was chatting to a shopkeeper on Pahar Ganj, when an -Israeli girl walked past with her friend, chatting to him in 17）Hebrew. The shopkeeper shook his head 18）ruefully.
“She is a bad woman.”
“How do you know that?”
“I have seen her with three different men.” He told me sternly, as though that said everything.
“Well, where did you see them?”
“In the street!” He 19）puffed.
I tried in vain to explain that for Westerners, for a woman to be seen in the street with someone didn't mean she was necessarily sleeping with him. He listened politely, but the look in his eyes suggested that he considered me rather na?ve.
When someone first goes to India, they usually have all kinds of notions about “talking with the people” and “-immersing in another culture” and so on. All but the most 20）sanguine quickly understands that they will never integrate with Indian society. No matter how good their 21）Hindi gets or what religious vows they take they will always be aliens from outer non-India. In India you are whom you were born as. You cannot become a Hindu, and no amount of eating raw green chilies will change that.
But in the end, even though Pahar Ganj was hell, I hung out there for my time in 22）Delhi, as I could at least find conversation with other Westerners, who could relate to where I was coming from. Hell, I might even get some Israeli girl to walk in the street with me.
Having already spent a couple of years in India, I could easily recognize the tourists, and what kind of trips people were on. There were bearded -Italians who thought they were holy men; there were lost, skinny 23）hippies in search of -enlightenment, or a 24）guru, or perhaps just clothes that would actually fit them; there were tourists in jeeps, coming back from the Taj Mahal 25）shell-shocked; 26）techno warriors in 27）fluorescent 28）garb; plus other tra-velers and 29）freaks, who couldn't be as free elsewhere, as they were in India.
The longer you stay in India, the more you see, and it's kind of sad, because it's better not to perceive some things. The more you understand, the less magical it all seems. Explanations give 30）texture and depth, but they steal away the awe. As such, it's easy to recognize the newly arrived. They wander around in a nervous state of wonder and 31）appre-hension. The locals see them coming from a mile away, and they pay three times the price for everything for the first few days, which is all they can do to stay afloat in this sea of chaos, noise, and curious brown faces.