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Feminist Studies
RAVINA AGGARWAL
POINT OF DEPARTURE
This was the second day that we had all been thrown together
after our flight to Leh, the capital town of Ladakh in North India,
scheduled for the day before, had been canceled due to "bad
weather." The additional plane that had been provided for strand-
ed passengers was an A
the foreign tour group
travelers, sleepy-eyed f
ture lobby of New Delh
were supposed to board
day, a hopping flight to
two holdups on account
authorities claimed. We
spired in the control ro
was building up, but de
each other.
"I saw it in my dream
land today either," serm
Sky Dancer after the bo
had overheard her talk
wisdom contained in Indian and Tibetan texts earlier and had
classified her as a dharma junkie even though the book she w
clutching was on my list of biographies and novels that I nev
seemed to find the time to read. The Sky Dancer told us that
her dream she had seen a buzzard circle around its carnage an
then turn back. Gliding over the mountains, it had come close t
white Tibetan monastery with prayer flags fluttering in the w
only to disappear amidst a sea of clouds. She interpreted this
an omen about our canceled journey.
"It's a Kashmiri conspiracy to keep the innocent Ladakhi peop
subjugated." The English man proffered this information with
extremely disgruntled expression. He had been deserted by th
other members of LADS (an NGO that aimed to save the Hima
layas from intruding modernity, devastating tourism, and th
"mind-set that had corrupted other Indians"). They had board
the earlier flight while he was stuck in the toilet with the run
(did I mention that the latest LADS project was a film campai
to educate the Ladakhis on health matters?). To add to that, h
had been forced to stand in the Economy queue with no one t
serve him at the Business class booth. "There was this Kashmiri
bloke yesterday trying to sell us some motor-boat trip in Srinagar.
He wanted one hundred dollars for it. Bloody ridiculous!"
"We won't be able to leave until the energy quadrants sort
themselves out," announced the Sky Dancer dramatically, deter-
mined that the obstacles on her path to Ultimate Salvation would
After eating, Kesang and I returned to the waiting area. She took
an inventory of her boxes and I mailed a postcard to my husband.
I told her of the airport fiasco that had taken place during my
wedding. The groom had almost missed the wedding when his
flight from New York to Bombay on Delta had been canceled.
They had initially refused any compensation or guarantee of
alternative accommodation.
"But I've heard that things are so efficient there. Everyone forms
neat lines, computers make work so simple, and there is no cor-
ruption like here."
"Maybe that's what they would like us to believe, but I've lost
count of the number of times my luggage has arrived late and
flights have been delayed. No one even complains."
Kesang laughed out loud. "Not like the ra-lug here."24
"That is entirely up to th
"Come on, what is this s
"Yes, bring him out."
"Let's all go in and get h
nalist from Delhi, wave
anticipating a march. "W
will do it again, Mr. Du
granted for all and an add
The Sky Dancer reminde
violence.
"But haven't you heard of civil disobedience?" mumbled Drew.
Eventually, we decided to do something and recruited all the
willing bodies, marching past the bewildered airport workers,
charging into offices, yelling "Indian Airlines, hai, hai! Indian
Airlines, shame, shame!" with the advertising woman leading the
way, and the Sky Dancer chanting "Aum peace, peace, peace."
Routine business came to a halt for a few seconds as people
thronged around to watch, the bystanders adding critical mass to
our movement.
similar predicament to t
lective action will be the
transit lounge of the ai
the "non-places of supe
destination is both a reali
sage is the rite.
As the social transactions in the narrative are not founded on
long-term relationships, misunderstandings and stereotypes
abound. If the characters appear one-dimensional at times, it
reflects short-term impressions that people make of each other.
"In almost any ethnography," writes Pratt, "dull-looking figures
called 'mere travelers' or 'casual observers' show up from time to
time, only to have their superficial perceptions either corrected or
corroborated by the serious scientist."46 But by situating the ethno-
grapher's voice as one among many others, I place the anthropo-
logical subject within a global network of travelers with the pur-
pose of exposing prejudices rather than perpetuating them. Al-
though authorship can lead to appropriation of voices, I have not
attempted to conceal the biases of the narrator which are partly
influenced by my own ambiguous spheres of identification as an
Indian national living in the United States, as a member of a dom-
inant Indian metropolis traveling to a marginalized area, as an
anthropologist observer who is a traveler nevertheless. The finale
is not a neat point of cultural entry, where the traumas of inter-
personal understanding fade into the background, but a recogni-
tion of discrepancy and diverse location.
The metaphor of baggage is a shifting one, signifying the traces
of other locations that accompany the anthropologist, but it also
opens a potential for a sustained exchange with cultures we study.
Kamala Visweswaran's, Fictions of Feminist Ethnography, for exam-
ple, ends with the image of a trunk packed with saris left behind
in her grandmother's house, a symbol of the memories and rela-
tionships that enfold her to which she will return again and
again. The anthropologist's heavy bags in my story may also be
read as portents of gifts that would be traded, information that
would be shared, paths that would entwine in the future.
Clifford's suggestion that ethnography incorporates sites of
knowledge production, such as modes of transport, capital cities,
and university settings, enables it to move away from travel as
mere legitimation of authority to an ongoing process which is
NOTES
I am grateful to the Ladakhi and Tibetan business women who have generously told m
about their lives and to the staff of Indian Airlines in Leh and Delhi who have made the
uncertainties of travel more bearable. Earlier drafts of this article were presented at and
benefited from comments at the 24th Annual Conference on South Asia held 20-22
October 1995, at the University of Wisconsin in Madison, the Women's Studies Tea at
Smith College, and the Postdoctoral Fellows' seminar, "The Future of Fact," at the
Annenberg School of Communication, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, 1996-97. I thank
Abdul Ghani Sheikh, Mick Khoo, and Julia Thompson for sharing airport anecdotes
with me; and Michael Herzfeld, Michael Jackson, and Martha Kendall for encouraging
my interest in narrative anthropology. Suggestions offered by Monisha Ahmed, Agha
Shahid Ali, Frederique Apffel-Marglin, Robbie Barnett, Debbora Battaglia, Piya
Chatterjee, Leyla Ezdinli, Kai Friese, Inderpal Grewal, Giles Khan, Nicole Mailman,
Kirin Narayan, Susan van Dyne, Kamala Visweswaran, and Christopher Wheeler were
very valuable.
30. Ghulam Rassul Gaewan, Servants of the Sahibs (Cambridge: W. Heffer & Sons, 1923).
31. Another autobiography by a Ladakhi caravaneer is Abdul Wahid Radhu's Caravane
Tibetaine (Paris: Fayard, 1981). For further details on the subject, see Abdul Ghani
Sheikh's "Some Well-Known Adventurers of Ladakh," in Recent Research on Ladakh 6, ed.
Henry Osmaston and Nawang Tshering (Bristol: Bristol University, 1997), 231-38. A
good analysis of Ladakhi autobiographical writing can be found in Martijn van Beek's
"Worlds Apart: Autobiographies of Two Ladakhi Caravaneers Compared," Focaal 32
(1998): 51-69.
32. Sherry Ortner, Life and Death on Mt. Everest: Sherpas and Himalayan Mountaineering
(Princeton: Princeton University Press, 1999).
33. Edward Evans-Pritchard, The Nuer: A Description of the Modes of Livelihood and
Political Institutions of a Nilotic People (1940; New York: Oxford University Press, 1969),
10.
34. Claude Levi-Strauss, Tristes Tropiques (New York: Pocket Books, 1955), 4, 3.
35. Laurent Dubois, quoted in "Introduction: Out of Exile," in Women Writing Culture,
ed. Ruth Behar and Deborah Gordon (Berkeley: University of California Press, 1995), 21.
36. But James Buzard, author of The Beaten Track: European Tourism, Literature, and the
Ways to "Culture," 1800-1918 (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1993), proposes that modern
guidebooks too adopted the appearance of scientific exactitude to gain legitimacy, pre-
senting information in a standardized and straightfoward style rather than an impres-