Tuesday, 22 April 2014

Off Season Guests



(5 May ’08)
            By April, in hotels, the last of the charters and the first of the Indian guests mingle. British laundryman meets Indian rice dealer.
            In the swimming pool, early in the morning, the gorah is pretending to be a maharajah, soaking in luxury, after a cuppa, building up an appetite for that scrumptious ‘breakky’ buffet, readying himself to beat the heat of the afternoon. Beside him, at the tiled edge of the water, squats our pot-bellied brownie from UP or Rajasthan or Tamil Nadu, toothbrush in hand, ready to gargle, ogling at the white skin.
            The next you know, the foreigner is up in the lobby, without the towel, calling up Guest Relations, his charter rep, his travel agent, the Press, to complain bitterly about his fellow hotel occupant. This East meets West doesn’t seem to work smoothly, at least when off-season meets dollar-payer.
            Whilst the gent from Lent enjoys his balcao-with-a-view, his Jabalpuri neighbour, who is given a suppliers’-entrance-facing room, ruins it perfectly. He urinates on the very beach that Marketing has ‘sold’ as a tropical paradise. No shyness there!! However, we’re prudes when it comes to wearing swimming trunks; indeed, men jump into sophisticated pools in their pyjamas and rubber slippers; their wives follow, fully clad in petticoats, ‘nighties’, wearing bangles and with oiled hair. Yup, I’ve seen it all. Of course, most of the time, the wives aren’t there, for these are ‘conferences’, an all-male affair. These males, over a hundred of them at times, are received with the ridiculous aarti-tikka that makes the customer-service girl’s hand ache. Unlike the Finns and Germans who get hysterically excited over the stringy garlands, the dark-skin is more interested in the freebies like soaps and shampoos. Maybe napkins and candle-holders. Or even curtains. Actually, at the end of the stay, it isn’t worth maroing the curtains because they’ve been used for wiping oily hands after daroo and pakodas. Goa means daroo and girls from Baina. The homework is well done, they know exactly what’s available where. If they haven’t done it, no problem, there’s always a staff who will ‘oblige’ for a price.
            When I worked in a five star deluxe resort, I hated Indian guests. I wasn’t surprised when an ex-colleague remarked to me that she still does. We didn’t usually get the up-market Amitabh Bacchan kinds. They came during the season or went to very exclusive places which no ordinary mortal could afford. For the rock-bottom prices the normal Indian paid, they suffered: the hotel used to get renovated/painted through the afternoons.  Most of the restaurants were shut, half the staff was laid off, and even the weather was cruel. Either they suffered the sultry heat of summer, or the unrelenting downpours of the monsoons. Sightseeing was restricted: of course, our conferences’ idea of sightseeing was taking an unabashed look at the female of the Caucasian species. No churches, thank you, nor temples nor bitches…excuse, beaches.
            There were some men, though, who actually struck up conversations with the foreigners. (Indian women don’t talk, apparently.) The topic was unvaryingly about income. ‘How-much-you-earn’ vs ‘what-you-do’. The brighter sparks ask “Why you came to India?”
            The times they are a-changing. A colleague from my present office in Mumbai said she was going to Goa for a weekend to read a book. She wasn’t interested in sight-seeing, partying, swimming. It mattered not to her whether she was by the sea or in an ex-mine. She wanted greenery and silence. She wanted solitude. She wanted to get a clean room, food on time in that room, and little else. She was going alone. No housework, no phone-calls, no tv, just to read and sleep. The little slaves that did the tasks invisibly were what she wanted to pay for. She could have done that in a Mumbai hotel, but that would have been expensive. So Goa really is turning into a getaway for a different kind of tourist.  Not five-stars, but the lesser hotels need to look at this kind of guest during the off-season, and keep them safe from the rice-and-hosiery dealer type of conferences.
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