Brilliantly irreverent, Karma Cola displays Mehta's gift for weaving old and new, common and bizarre, history and current events into a seamless and colorful narrative that is at once witty, shocking, and poignant. Yes, she's deeply critical of the Guru Business but open and knowledgeable enough not to pan it in the condescending way that's favored by most intellectuals. May have some damage to the cover but integrity still intact. The Beatles discovered India escaping America. The Beatles might be partly responsible but Mehta does major literary eye-rolling at the influx of naive westerners traveling to India and other south Asian countries in search of knowledge. In a world where 'altenatives' are equally as brand-labelled as major corporate product, Mehta turns the heat on the dipsomaniacs and freaks who are so successfully sucked in by the tricksters and con merchants in the great supermarket of 'religious experiences' that India her country offers. The lines were kept open in spite of the political static.
Mehta embraces an enormous variety of life and death. Where we arrived everybody loved us. This book at least explains a bit of my concern, that in a quest for meaning, outsiders often ascribe more value to certain rituals than are necessarily intrinsic. Some of the book describes how certain gurus exploit their foreign flocks as cheap labor, sexual opportunities, and sources of income. Since the details of some of the vignettes were murky, I became dubious about how true they actually were. The stories are deeply human and offer rich variety. Mehta's writing style is often obtuse and unnecessarily athletic in the literary sense.
She is the daughter of , an activist and a Chief Minister in post-independence , then known as Orissa. Not everyone is thrilled just by the confluence of life and death at the ghats of Kashi. It informs us also of the sad plight that these foreigners end up in, having lost their all here, forced to sell whatever they have or they can, from pieces of clothes to their flesh to make a living, with little or no chance of going back to their lives in their own countries. Then this is the book for you. In the dazzling prose that has become her trademark, Mehta skewers the entire Spectrum of seekers: The Beatles, homeless students, Hollywood rich kids in detox, British guilt-trippers, and more. In 'Karma Cola' the acclaimed novelist trains an unblinking journalistic eye on jaded sadhus and beatific acid burnouts, the Bhagwan and Allen Ginsberg, guilt-tripping English girls and a guru who teaches gullible tourists how to view their previous incarnations. Mehta offers a satirical and sarcastic critique of the legacy of euroamericans flocking to india since the 1960s, and the gross simplification of indian culture that has taken hold in the euroamerican perspective.
Karma Cola conveys human folly better than a dry psychology book, because Gita Mehta is not just a great writer, but she can turn the most tragic farce into a divine comedy. Its lighter style and humor makes a nice comfortable read. In 'Karma Cola' the acclaimed novelist trains an unblinking journalistic eye on jaded sadhus and beatific acid burnouts, the Bhagwan and Allen Ginsberg, guilt-tripping English girls and a guru who teaches gullible tourists how to view their previous incarnations. May I totally agree with Gita Mehta's opinion of gullible Westerners falling for bogus Indian Gurus. Her younger brother has been the since 2000.
Although being the wife of , head of the publishing house, keeps her in the publishing limelight, she has emerged a writer in her own right. Having been to India, being of Pakistani descent, and also having loads of exposure to Indian art and music, I was curious about why they recommended Karma Cola. As I found in Dharamsala that the tibetans mostly live on gifts given by westerners, I lost my respect for them and their traditions. Mehta embraces an enormous variety of life and death. Her style is light without being flip; her skepticism never descends to cynicism. The kings of rock and roll abdicated.
Instead of rolling his eyeballs, George Harrison felt much better and so did the other devotees! If you remain sceptically detached, then Mehta's bull's-excrement detector will appeal to you. She does see the chaos in her own culture and the opportunities for improvement. I found the timing difficult at first, but once I started to read, I enjoyed Mehta's story telling. I think thar the relationship between this western Paria and Asian religion is yet to be understood. I'm curious what Mehta thinks today about Indian culture - what does she think of the watering down of Buddhist concepts in American Vernacular? These people have literally started peddling spirituality and god in affordable packages. The is an entertaining tongue -in-cheek look at the spiritual tourism business in India. The Indian myth maintains we are living in the age of Kalyug, which presages the end of the world.
Brilliantly irreverent, Karma Cola displays Gita Mehta's gift for weaving old and new, common and bizarre, history and current events into a seamless and colorful narrative that is at once witty, shocking, and poignant. K3 Dewey Decimal 122 Dewey Edition 19 Contributors Edited by Virginia Hanson. But my Tibetan friends in India had been living in Sweden for some time, helped by an organisation who took care of them after their exile from Tibet. Mehta has some important, well educated, and deeply meaningful observations, and succeeds in presenting them with a great deal of wit and truth, and certainly with sensitivity and care toward the humanity involved. Since the ancient days, travellers from faraway places have flocked to India to partake in her spiritual fountain. But her point of view, as an Indian who has studied in the West, is an important one in writing about religious tourists in India.
The subject of both her fiction and non-fiction is exclusively focused on India: its culture and history, and the Western perception of it. What is the point of taking them back where they can infect other people with their lies and their dirty habits? I read this in India, and it just perfectly summed up so many of the idiotic Westerners I was meeting there. It seems to have inspired a cacophony of conflicting opinions including many by those whose sacred ox has been gored, and others who don't seem to have even read it. In four weeks the doctor had flown between Europe and India a dozen times. She does it in a playful, satirical, and truthful way, and obviously with compassion for those who have become lost and whose lives have been destroyed. I found the timing difficult at first, but once I started to read, I enjoyed Mehta's story telling.