Contradictions and Redundancy

On the one hand modern, on the other almost medieval, India seems to be a country of contradictions and redundancy. Not only that, being both contradictory and redundant makes it even more contradictory, for how can a place be consistently redundant and yet contradictory at the same time?

When traveling by plane, one must go through a security check before boarding and afterwards (redundant).

The cows are considered holy, and yet I have never seen such seemingly mistreated cows in that they almost all look sickly. (contradiction)

Again, when traveling, one must list the same pieces of information every time one checks into a hotel or gets on or off a plane, despite all of the information being available in the copy of the passport which ALL places require. (redundant)

Every building, road, bus, car, etc. seems like it is falling apart. Everywhere where things are not falling apart is under construction. There is no middle-ground. (contradiction)

When passing through train carts, the Wallahs will say whatever they’re selling repeatedly while walking through the cart. One will have heard them perfectly well the first time they go through the cart. “Chaye. (1 second pause), Chaye (1 second pause), Chaye…” They also pass through every 5 minutes throughout a journey. (redundant)

Even the nicest houses, or most protected monuments, etc. tend to be surrounded by makeshift slums or garbage heaps. (contradiction)

Etc. etc. etc…

India is an incredible