It still bamboozles me that many, many people see traveling to India as something cool, glamorous, even chic. Every now and then, on the tv or social medias, you can see the figure of a hippie, a rasta raggamuffin or a 20-something-years-old girl singing praise about some ecstatic state of enlightenment reached by travelling through India, “the best country in the world, so full of riches and tradition and foodie, namaste” and similar. With the only exception of heavy drug users (not quite uncommon among those who travel to India), which are able to reach such an elevated, although temporary spiritual condition anywhere in the world anyway, only someone with…