Why is life in India so slow?

Compared with China, the pace of life in India is so slow that people want to beat it. Slow India In Delhi, many middle-class families get up early, make a cup of Indian morning tea first, then take out the Times of India or Hindustan Times from the mailbox, read it slowly from beginning to end, discuss the political situation, stock market trend or celebrity gossip with their families from time to time, and then have breakfast before going out to work. Their schedule is basically two hours later than that of domestic office workers: breakfast at eight or nine, lunch at one or two, and dinner at eight or nine in the evening. This is the constant schedule of Delhi people for many years. Although the tide of globalization is pounding this ancient country, and Indian elites are often worried about the "China speed", Delhi people just don't want to race against time. This insistence on "slowness" makes me feel more valuable than the worship of "quickness". If you chat with Indians in depth, you will also find that India's "slowness" is divided into three or six grades. Mumbai people like to laugh at Delhi's slowness, saying that Delhi has too many officials and is too inefficient; Delhi people retort that in Mumbai, you don't have to walk by yourself to get into the subway, so naturally someone will squeeze you in. What's the fun of this life? Kolkatans sneered that both Delhi and Mumbai were polluted by modernization and globalization. Only in Kolkata, the city where Tagore and Mother Teresa once lived, where you can meet old dreams and meet wise men and philosophers everywhere, can you find true spiritual conversion by enjoying the primitive slow life in India. These "slow spells" always make me a Shanghainese, and everything is fast, both moving and fascinated. The unhurried Indians like to do two elegant things that China does little. First, I still like reading books on philosophy, literature and spirituality, and often regard books as gifts for my friends. In the Circle Bookstore in the center of Delhi, there are at least 1/3 vacancies for such books, which attracts many readers. Someone bought some books on the spot and asked the clerk to wrap them as gifts. Every time I talk to Indians about internationally renowned Indian writers, their pride is beyond words. Second, Indians are still willing to waste time arguing about this beautiful and "useless" thing. On weekdays, in cafes in Delhi, I often meet three or five friends, talk a few words, and argue about some grand political topics that are quite serious but basically irrelevant to daily life, such as the situation in India and Pakistan, whether the government has improperly protected a certain minority culture, and the development model of China and India. This made me a Shanghainese very uncomfortable at first. Indians resting on the beach later read Amartya Sen's masterpiece "Indians are used to fighting for food" and realized that "fighting for food" is an ancient tradition in India. In this extremely diversified country, there are many different pursuits and different religious beliefs, so people's views are also colorful. No one can convince anyone, but everyone has to argue a few words. The input-output ratio is not big, and no one dares to waste time on this matter. From this, I gradually understand that this is still a country that puts spiritual needs first, and efficiency has never been its first pursuit. Although statistically speaking, it is not a very successful country, it is also very lovely here-although it looks noisy on the outside, most people are comfortable and reliable inside. Before I left India, a writer living in the Himalayas told me this sentence: "success is easy because it can be won by manpower;" Happiness is hard, because it can only be obtained by accident. "Smell it and you will be enlightened.