We could learn just three Spanish words in our everyday
struggle to communicate with the old world inhabitants of the new world.
Hola, we said to Me-hi-co which the English speaking
world calls Mexico. Part of the greater Mesoamerican landscape, Mexico is
organized chaos. Just like good old India! Arriving at Benito Juarez
International Airport in Mexico City at midnight was quite an experience. Free
baggage trolleys to start with (feels luxurious if you have ever landed in SFO/JFK)
but then paid for taxi twice and pushed our bags without the trolley anyway for
the experience. Hola! said Mexico to
us in return, Spanish for ‘Hello’.
Walking down the streets of Centro Historico in downtown
Mexico City, I was amazed at how two countries so far separated by distance and
time could be so similar.
If I changed the hoardings and billboards to Hindi/Marathi, it would very much feel like you are walking in Mumbai. Bustling markets, crowded streets, haggling in shops, building facades – some flashy, some dilapidated, footpaths – some well laid, some non-existent, numerous traffic police trying in vain to control the menacing vehicular population and everywhere you see there is a sea of brown skin – this is everyday India.
Amazingly, there weren’t many two-wheelers on the road (how did Bajaj and Hero get left out?) but cars and especially taxis do show off their incredible driving skills. Our taxi driver did a quick 100m reverse on a busy highway because we had missed a turn. Our hearts were in our mouth. Now that was special, I hadn’t seen something like that even in India!
As we sat down in one restaurant after another, we kept on
asking for our food to be made picante which
means Spicy. (My second Spanish word) But alas, the food was never very spicy
to our taste. We were given a super picante
salsa as a side which was ‘burn your mouth’ category but it doesn’t
compensate for bland food, does it?
Imagine bland Chicken curry or Chole in
India and an extremely spicy pickle on the side. Nah!
Some context….. The American continent was populated by
humans around 10,000 years ago when humans crossed the Bering Strait from
present day Russia to Alaska and walked down north, central and South America.
These set of people were then unknown to rest of the world until Columbus ‘discovered’
the new world in 1492. There are theories of pre-Columbian contact but most are
vague and a couple of those which have some basis weren’t permanent. The point
is, the indigenous American people developed their own language, culture, tools
and invented everything again. The phrase ‘Reinventing the wheel’ is quite
literal in this context although they didn’t put the wheel to use – to the
bafflement of Europeans. America did not have Cows, Sheep, Chicken, Horse and
Pigs – the 5 most important animals for mankind. Nor did it have wheat &
rice, today’s staple cereals. They were thriving in spite of it.
The pyramids of Teotihuacan were thus an incredible sight.
Built around 200 BC and just 40kms outside Mexico City, the pyramid of the Sun
is the 3rd largest pyramid in the world after the first 2 in Giza,
Egypt but with different uses and building styles. Something must be universal
about the pyramidal shape, amusing. They knew nothing of the Giza pyramids.
While Chanakya was writing Arthashastra in ancient India, Tenochtitlan was a
sprawling city and had built these pyramids but didn’t have a writing system.
The Aztecs were ruling this place when the Spaniards
captured Mesoamerica and built modern Mexico City on top of Tenochtitlan, the
Aztec capital near to Teotihuacan. The remains of ancient temples & palaces
can be seen beneath Spanish buildings in Mexico City.
The awe inspiring Cathedral Metropolitan gonged majestically
in the downtown but it was so sad to see that it was built on top of an ancient
Aztec sacred site. It even used the stones of the Aztec temple beneath.
Museo Nacional de AntropologĂa showcased this Mesoamerican history
in a very detailed manner with interesting excavated artifacts and bringing
this lost civilization to life.
It was interesting to know that Mesoamerica
(which includes present day Mexico, Guatemala and Belize) has numerous cultures
& languages and is not homogeneous. Feels like India again? BUT, although
95% of the indigenous population did not survive this civilizational collision
there are still a number of them alive today and many more of mixed indigenous and
European blood. But, almost all talk Spanish and almost all are catholic Christians.
Again it pained me to see how a native
culture and civilization has been eradicated. It’s the good fortune of India
that we didn’t get affected by Arab and European diseases (because we were
already immune being part of the Eurasian landmass) and Indian civilization had
reached a certain level which could help it to defend itself and survive an
onslaught from outsiders.
Benito Juarez International Airport wasn’t done with us. As
the departure time of our flight to Cancun neared, there was no sign of our
flight number on the display boards. Frantic calls to airline customer care and
Informacion counters at the airport
punctuated with Hola! And Gracias! (My third spanish word which means Thank you!) finally made us understand that
the flight was 3 hours late. We understood what it feels to be illiterate.
Cancun is a paradise made to earn American dollars.
Beautiful beaches, turquoise blue seas and warm 30 C was a welcome change from
Mexico city.
“Museo Maya de CancĂșn” gave a quick glimpse of the Maya
culture but it was nothing new as most of it was covered in the Anthropology
museum in Mexico City. The surrounding archaeological site around the museum is
interesting though showing ruins of ancient Maya settlement.
The drive from Cancun to Chichen Itza was a 200 km smooth highway
and driving in a different country was an interesting experience. Chichen Itza
was a Maya city built during 600-800 AD. So when Islam was born in the Arabian peninsula,
the Mayas unknown to the old world were building Chichen Itza.
A tic-tac-toe like pattern on a wall in Chichen Itza. How incredible that human thought can be so much alike!
Coming back to the US and looking at English signs all
around feels so homely and safe. We are so limited in our worldview.
What would have gone through the mind of that Mesoamerican man
when he saw Spaniards wearing steel armor and sitting on horsebacks on his
shores? First contact, a chilling thought.