I lived in India for a year and I would go back there in a second if I had any possibility of finding steady work. There certainly is a lot of extreme poverty and crime, but the people that really irritated me the most were the Western hippies on a quest for enlightenment. There really is no other group of people so utterly worthless and deserving of a solid beating than those people. One of the most entertaining things to do is hang out with a group of Indians and mock the hippies for being intentionally filthy, stupid, and easily taken advantage of.
The real cash in India, if you can stomach it, is in starting your own religion. The thicker you lay it on, the more cash you will earn. The place I lived had a couple of cults dedicated to fleecing the Japanese, as well as an utterly ridiculous Hari Krishna commune for the French. All of them smoked weed, which was legally available in the town, so I supplemented my own income by picking up a big bag of the stuff at the gov't operated dispensary, repackaging it in colorful fabric from the market and then dispensing to the "seekers of wisdom" at a 500% markup. My only rule was buy your shit and get the hell away from me. Eventually I got a local guy to make chillums in his fireplace and he'd sell those to the same people - again, at unlikely prices. He ended up supporting his 9 kids just by selling a handful of clay pipes. When I left, I handed over the whole process to him and he now has a beach-side house and is a well-respected man about town.