Last Tuesday, having breakfast in the restaurant of our hotel at around 7:30am, I ran into Emily Rimas. Emily and I went to University together, both graduating from Systems Design Engineering at Waterloo . I have seen Emily only once since we graduated in 2002, as she moved to Seattle right after we graduated.
As coincidences go, I have left out the best part, the part that makes this story so incredible, the part that made Emily’s “Gosia??!??!!” exclamation in the middle of the restaurant an understatement. You see, we weren’t in any old hotel, we were both staying at the same hotel in Gurgaon, India. (Just outside Delhi) Needless to say I was in awe for the rest of the day, and throughout our dinner together that same night. “What a small world” I kept telling myself. In a country of over a billion people, I run into friend from University!
Over the next few days,
driving around India, the “small world” sadly faded away. Spending hours stuck in traffic, chauffeured around by our personal driver, I was once again reminded of the extreme poverty present in India. Inches from me, outside the air-conditioned comfort of our car, on the other side of the glass, was a constant stream of people. People living on the streets, in make-shift huts. People whose children were dirty, thin, and half-clothed. People who felt so far away that the world felt larger than it ever had.
I have always heard that India is a place of contrasts. This saying is difficult to grasp until you are thrown into the middle of it. Driving around Delhi, you pass gleaming new office towers, all glass and steel. Just outside the perfectly manicured grounds, where the gate ends, you see women with bare-foot children in their arms. Piles of garbage abound, with one or two cows invariable sitting in the middle. You drive past all of this to enter offices covered floor to ceiling with marble, brand new computer equipment and the smell of fresh paint. If you close your eyes and listen, you can hear the economy booming all around you; the sounds of construction, car horns, people typing on computers.
I find it difficult to grasp the speed at which India is changing. It really is the land of opportunity, where anything seems possible, and the twenty-somethings change jobs every 6 months because better jobs are always popping up. On our trip we met incredible companies, like GreyCells18, who managed to launch a TV channel, complete with their own content, in 7 months. Or Team Lease, which started 5 years ago and has 80,000 employees placed in India. Looking out over the Gurgaon skyline, we are told that 5 years ago, there were only 3 tall building. Today there are dozens, with that many more under construction. 20+ luxury 5-star hotels are being built in the next 2 years.
As a believer in
free markets, I am optimistic that all this new wealth will eventually reach everyone and their lives will improve. However, the kind of investment needed to achieve this is astounding, and overwhelms me. The education and health systems are in shambles. Only the rich who can afford paying for private institutions get good services. Hundred of millions cannot read. Corruption is common place and accepted by all. Yet there is a sparkle of hope in most people’s eyes. Families are strong and help one another. Anyone who can studies hard, and education is placed on a pedestal far higher than that which I’ve seen in the Western world. This is surely a formula for success. I am thankful for the opportunity to watch it happen, and in my way, contribute .