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ARRIVING IN INDIA
Marilyn and I have just returned from fourteen days in northern India. We toured the,” Golden Triangle,” from Delhi to
Jaipur, on to Karauli, Agra and finally back to Delhi. We travelled with a company
called, Intrepid. Emily, one of our daughters, has toured with Intrepid in
South East Asia and also Cuba. They create tours that provide cultural and
social experiences. Marilyn and I both felt that we saw and experienced so much
in a short period of time. Our tour gave us a real insight into India.
On the evening of the first day, we met
our group in a meeting room of the, Hotel Good Times, situated in the Karol Bagh area of New Delhi,. Sabyasachi Pathak was our
leader for the trip. We called him Sab throughout our ten days. He always had a
great smile on his face and was alert to our needs and ready to answer all our
questions whatever they might be. He asked us to introduce ourselves and to
speak a little about why we wanted to visit India. Chris, who comes from
Bristol went first. She talked about India being on her bucket list. Richard, from
Australia, went next. He said something similar and so did Elli from Michigan. I mentioned
being inspired by seeing lots of documentaries featuring India. Marilyn said
she had always wanted to visit India since she was a child. Rattana, from
Thailand, had always wanted to go to India too. And so we went round
introducing ourselves. Sab told us a bit about himself and how he had got
involved with Intrepid. He has an MBA in tourism management and is a qualified Himalayan guide and mountaineer. He is a great example of the young educated Indians driving India forward. Sab went through our itinerary for the next eight
days. By connecting with different
cultures we begin to see different points of view. The world becomes a better place.
That first evening Sab took us to a
local restaurant where we did some more socialising. We were a diverse group with different backgrounds and
experiences but what was evidently the same for all of us was that we were
positive and friendly. By the end of the
night we were all laughing and joking
together and getting on like a, “house on fire.” It couldn’t have been a better
start. We all went off to our rooms for the night enthused for the coming
adventures.
The streets of Old Delhi.The wiring is a sight to see.
DELHI
URBAN WALK
Our first day consisted of an urban walk
in the old part of Delhi. This part of Delhi has fading glory. Old buildings,
cracked pavements, leaking gutters and crumbling walls, line every street.
Masses of cables, like tangled spaghetti are looped along the side of each road, sagging between staggering telegraph poles straining under the weight. Road side
vendors, colourfully dressed, squat beside piles of coconuts, some cook food in
large steal cauldrons over gas burners. There were varied arrays of fruit, and
spices, vegetables and pulses and also stalls selling clothes. One lady was
steam ironing shirts by the road side using a hefty ornate iron that was heated
with coals inside its capacious bulk. It must have been very heavy to wield.
There were shops selling wedding clothes, The wedding market is big business.
There were wedding card shops that designed and created personalized cards.All
our senses were assaulted. There were the smells, the colourful sights and the
incessant sound of car and motor bike horns. Traffic talks to each other in
India.
Motor rickshaw drivers were
calling out for business as we walked by. Cows, sacred to the Hindus, wandered
between the multitude of people. Dented and rusted cars and hundreds of small
motorbikes charged here and there, aiming for any space they can see between
other moving vehicles. There seemed to be no rules on the road. Pollution is
very high in Delhi. We could smell and taste the air. I imagined this seething
mass of humanity as a vibrant, living ,"soup," from which anything could emanate.
There was something very creative going on. Commerce, begging, crafts, food,
all manner of existence. It seemed a
very hopeful place. Seeing the lame, the maimed and the blind beggars was
disconcerting though. Seeing families camped by the roadside and some encamped
on the grass islands at roundabouts, sometimes babies crawling, partially clothed, along the
pavement, grey with the dust off the road was upsetting.
Rickshaws.
Children on the street. Heartbreaking.
I talked to Sab about
this. The government were offering these people accommodation, food and shelter
but very often they were persuaded by local mafias to not take the government
offers. The gangs and the local mafias used them for drug running and paid them to continue this life. I did notice that there were no older children on the streets with their families. The thought occurs what has happened to them and how do they fit into this existence of poverty under the influence of local gangs? I asked,
“what is the solution?” Sab replied, “education.” I agree to a certain extent.
However just being offered education is not enough. Families and communities
have to be enthused by the idea of education and what it can do. There has to be a belief in education among those it is offered
to. I also wondered, seeing these children and babies crawling on the pavements
and in the gutters, some drugged to keep them docile, and families with merely a tarpaulin for a roof and a few bundles of clothes, why proactive work could
not be done by the government? India is becoming and has become a technological powerhouse. It is
a wealthy nation. At other times on our trip we saw plenty of examples of the
modern India which is growing fast. We
came across this dirt and grime and similar ways of life in the other cities we
visited too, Agra and Jaipur.
The Jama Masjid Mosque in Old Delhi.
SOME
DELHI HIGHLIGHTS
Sab organized tours of Delhi for us. We visited the Jama
Masjid mosque built between 1644 and
1658 by Sha Jahan, the fifth Mughul Emperor. It is an enormous red
sandstone complex of buildings dominating the old part of Delhi. It was the first of Sha Jahan’s great architectural masterpieces, built by that powerful Mughul ruler, that
we were to experience on our trip. We
could see in the distance the vast area occupied by Delhi’s Red Fort. We looked
down on the surrounding market area seething with life, vibrant colours and
noise.
On that first day we also visited a Sikh Temple. We had to remove our shoes and cover our heads
as we became part of the congregation.One of the temple guards allowed us to
pose with him for photographs. Sikh temples provide food for their congregation
and for anybody who wishes to eat. The families on the street therefore have a
ready access to free food in this way. We were invited into the temple kitchens
and helped prepare the food. Richard and I stirred the enormous cauldrons with
a sort of vegetable stew in them. Marilyn, Chris, Elli and Rattana sat
cross legged and made naan bread. The usual
cooks looked on. I wonder what they thought?
Many of these heritage hotels are still owned by the Maharajas and have become income sources for them. Sab organized a brightly dressed dance group from an outlying village to entertain us with their dancing accompanied by rhythmic drumming and a hand pumped organ. We were encouraged to join in the dancing which turned into a sort of conga. So our first days in India had begun.
The streets surrounding the Jama Masjid Mosque.
Stirring the pot.
On our drive around Delhi we stopped to photograph the enormous
India Gate and the government buildings including the parliament house and the old Viceroys
residence. That evening we had a meal on the roof top of a heritage hotel in
the Baragh district. It had been the city home of a Marahaja and contained
family portraits and much of the interior had retained its wall hangings,
furniture and personal items.
A heritage hotel and restaurant in Delhi.
Many of these heritage hotels are still owned by the Maharajas and have become income sources for them. Sab organized a brightly dressed dance group from an outlying village to entertain us with their dancing accompanied by rhythmic drumming and a hand pumped organ. We were encouraged to join in the dancing which turned into a sort of conga. So our first days in India had begun.
The Maharaja and his wife?
TRAVELLING
BY ROAD TO JAIPUR
From Delhi we travelled a few hundred
kilometers to Jaipur. On the five-hour road trip we had the opportunity to see
the countryside and small villages and roadside sellers. The area we travelled
into was, Rajasthan, an area of India that Sab informed us had never been taken
over by the British. The rulers of Rajasthan befriended the British and became
close allies. We saw camels pulling carts, conical stacks of maize stalks dotting the landscape, fields bordered
by sparsely scattered trees, roadside stalls selling a multitude of colourful
fruits and vegetables and cows roaming free by the roadside. Once our driver
pointed out a plume of smoke in a
nearby field. A crowd seemed to be gathered around it. He said that a cremation
was taking place.
A local cremation.
In the early morning, hundreds of school children, wearing
distinctive uniforms and carrying books, stretched long distances, wending
their way from outlying settlements to schools in the larger villages. The idea of education is
obviously accepted and a very important acquisition in these outlying areas. Sab
told me that the government provided free education along with uniforms and
books for these children. 
A girl in her school uniform walking to school.
We witnessed an accident. Two young men had come off
a motorbike. Neither were wearing crash helmets. One young man lay there, his
head bleeding. We couldn’t help but see it. Many people and a police car were
gathered around the two young men who were lying in the road. Elli was worried and upset. I told her that Indian doctors are excellent
and Sab said that an ambulance was on its way. This was the only accident, on a
relatively quiet country road, we witnessed the whole time we were in India.
The mayhem of Delhi and Jaipur traffic produced no accidents. Unbelievable.
We reached Jaipur, the pink city, a
bustling ancient city full of life but on a smaller scale to Delhi. We drove by
the bright pink coloured ancient city walls and turned down a side street to
our hotel, The Arya Niswas. It was an oasis of calm amidst the rubbish strewn
pavements , cracked paving stones and street stalls nearby.
A well manicured
lawn fronted the hotel surrounded by tall gently waving trees, set out with comfortable tables and chairs to drink tea or
a beer. Early on our first morning, Rattana, Marilyn and myself went for a walk.
Rattana was very keen to look around. She wanted her early morning exercise.We
obtained a map of the city from the hotel desk and decided to walk into the old
town. Our hotel was located at the north east corner of an area of narrow alleyways
and ornately designed shops. Monkeys scrambled up the telegraph poles and lithely
sped along roof tops. Cows scavenged amongst piles of debris and here and there
a pig snuffled through the piles of rubbish.
Time for tea in Jaipur.
Cow in a Jaipur side street.
The shops were opening up and we passed workshops and spice emporiums, shops
selling beautiful, brightly coloured lengths of cloth, stalls selling water
chestnuts and a multitude of pulses and also coconut stalls. We decided, that to
be able to get back to our hotel we
would employ a simple strategy ," keep turning right." After walking down the
main street for a while taking in the smells and sights and sounds we turned
right down a narrow street that stretched
into the distance, 
Fruit and vegetables.
There were shops selling marble statues of Ganesh, Hanuman
and Rama and Sita and we also saw a life size carving of Mahatma Ghandi. Every now
and then we came across small shrines
and temples with people wearing orange garlands round their knecks and with
bright red bindi marks on their foreheads. The bindi mark represents the third
eye often meant to ward off bad luck. They were saying their morning prayers,
perhaps on their way to their place of work.
Praying at a street shrine in the early morning
.
Everywhere we went, whether in
Delhi or Jaipur or the other places we were to visit we saw devout Indians of
whatever cast or religion attending
their temples, shrines and mosques. Walking on we reached the end of this long street which took us to the edge of the old
town. We turned right and I thought I began to recognize buildings and
landmarks. Indeed we were on the right track and arrived safely back at our
hotel.
VISITING
PALACES
Our time in Jaipur was once again an
intense experience. We visited The Amber Fort, which comprises a Mughul palace
as well as a fort, just outside of Jaipur. On the way we saw the magical Jal
Mahal, a palace set in the middle of a large lake.
The Amber Fort is a vast city , palace and fort constructed from yellow and pink sandstones. A corresponding fort faces it from an adjacent hilltop and a wall follows the contours of the surrounding hills, like The Great Wall of China. It encircles both complexes. The Emperor Akbar made the Amber Fort his capital city. It has ornate halls and rooms decorated with beautiful finely detailed designs.
The Mughul palaces contain amazing technology.
Hollow red sandstone columns had cool running water flowing through them. Vast
water tanks hidden on palace roofs were manually filled from nearby rivers and
as the water flowed down through channels fountains sprung up in water gardens.
Many of the windows in these palaces were made from intricate and finely carved
stone lattice work. This enabled cooling breezes to waft through the rooms,
giving them the name of, wind palaces.
Later on in Agra,the palace within the Red Fort had a bedroom designed for Sha Jahan that contained a double wall with a stone lattice cut into the interior wall. Beautiful maidens would walk through this hidden passage in the morning wearing bangles which they jangled as they walked. This was to waken Sha Jahan. Rich carpets were hung from the walls. The ceilings were covered in intricate coloured geometric patterns. Perfumed air was wafted through the room by sets of bellows and some of Shah Jahans 300 wives and many concubines would be chosen to bathe him in a lotus shaped pool and administer to his every need. Dancing girls would perform before him. It seemed to me that these Palaces were trying create a heaven on earth. However only one person could ever benefit from this and that was the ruler, King or Emperor whose Palace it was. Every other human in the place was there to fulfil his every need. The morality of this concept is thought provoking. It became apparent in the architecture, design and layout of all these different palaces that the Mughul Emperors were treated almost as gods.
The Jal Mahal palace near Jaipur.
We were jostled in the streets on our way
passing through masses of people celebrating a local festival singing and
dancing as they went. Elephants carrying passengers added to the traffic
congestion. 
Celebrating in the streets on the way to The Amber Fort.
The Amber Fort is a vast city , palace and fort constructed from yellow and pink sandstones. A corresponding fort faces it from an adjacent hilltop and a wall follows the contours of the surrounding hills, like The Great Wall of China. It encircles both complexes. The Emperor Akbar made the Amber Fort his capital city. It has ornate halls and rooms decorated with beautiful finely detailed designs.
Marilyn and I with The Amber Fort in the background.
Walking in a grand hall at The Amber Fort.
Later on in Agra,the palace within the Red Fort had a bedroom designed for Sha Jahan that contained a double wall with a stone lattice cut into the interior wall. Beautiful maidens would walk through this hidden passage in the morning wearing bangles which they jangled as they walked. This was to waken Sha Jahan. Rich carpets were hung from the walls. The ceilings were covered in intricate coloured geometric patterns. Perfumed air was wafted through the room by sets of bellows and some of Shah Jahans 300 wives and many concubines would be chosen to bathe him in a lotus shaped pool and administer to his every need. Dancing girls would perform before him. It seemed to me that these Palaces were trying create a heaven on earth. However only one person could ever benefit from this and that was the ruler, King or Emperor whose Palace it was. Every other human in the place was there to fulfil his every need. The morality of this concept is thought provoking. It became apparent in the architecture, design and layout of all these different palaces that the Mughul Emperors were treated almost as gods.
JAIPUR
TOURS
In Jaipur we chose different ways to
spend our time. Marilyn, Elli and Rattana went shopping in the bazars, pestered
and enticed into shops to look at the wares the shop keepers demanded they see.
They also visited the city palace. Chris, Richard and myself visited the Jantar
Mantar, a UNESCO world heritage site. It is a series of nineteen architectural
astronomical instruments. The largest of the sundials can tell the time
accurately to two minutes. There are instruments which can also make calculations
about the star signs. This was the purpose of the great sundials. Accurate times of birth would provide accurate star sign readings for the elites. An enthusiastic guide showed us around and explained each
instrument in detail and showed us how it worked. The mental calculations he
made were fast and accurate..Chris was keen to know about her zodiac sign and
we found the construction for Taurus. Our guide explained how the machine
worked. To be accurate not only the time of birth but geographical location needs to be
known. John Harrison, in Britain in the 1730s was producing his accurate portable clocks that mariners used to work out longitude and navigate the world.
The cinema in Jaipur.
BOLLYWOOD
While we were in Jaipur Sab got us
tickets to see a Bollywood Movie. The cinema was a like a palace. The interior
was all swirls and curves. The film we saw wasn’t a musical, all singing and
dancing, the epitome of what we think a Bollywood movie is. It was a social
commentary along the lines of,”Cathy Come Home,” but not as austere and brutal.
It had a very happy ending. The plot goes: a poor young man has had an arranged
marriage.. A sewing machine he has borrowed from a neighbor is taken back by
the neighbour. The young man has been using the sewing machine to earn a
living. Jealousy intervenes. He keeps
messing and up and he does not impress his bride. You get the impression
she really doesn’t want anything to do
with him. Eventually through various ups and downs he obtains a government financed
sewing machine to set himself up in business. He then joins a brand clothing
manufacturing company. Things are looking good. However, he clashes with the
managing director, a woman. He loses his job. His wife decides to take things into her own
hands. She reclaims his sewing machine and helps him create new clothing
designs. The local community pull together to help him produce a range of
clothing and he gets accepted for a fashion design competition. Against all the
odds and in competition against the company that sacked him, he wins. The future
is rosy. You get the drift? It was an aspirational film to give people hope and
to create heroes and heroines. We didn’t have the benefit of subtitles but we could follow the main ideas in the film.
By the way, audiences tend to clap and cheer in India.
Bhanwar Villas at Karauli.
ON
THE ROAD BETWEEN JAIPUR AND AGRA
Between Jaipur and Agra is a long drive.
Sab arranged to break our journey at a small town called Karauli. Our
accommodation was in a magnificent heritage hotel called Bhanwar Villas. It is
a 1930s art deco mansion built by the local Maharaja who still owns it. He and
his wife arrived while we were there but we didn’t get to speak to them.
Marilyn and I were given a small apartment at the back of the property passing
through two courtyards with beautiful flower beds, shrubs and fountains. Our
room had a sitting room annex and a spacious shower and bathroom. The double
bed was so vast Marilyn and I lost each other that night. Just above our bed,
hanging over our heads, was a small shrine to Rama and Sita.
Karauli from the roof of the city palace.
KARAULI
Sab
organized motor rickshaws to take us into town to visit the city palace, which
is owned by the same family who owned our hotel. Again it was intricate and
beautiful and contained many technological surprises. It had the stone lattices
which created cool breezes but it also had a 14th century ,”air
conditioning,” machine. Cold water flowed down a wide stone chute and warm
breezes flowed over the falling water creating cool air in the rooms.Part of
our stay in Karauli was a village walk. From the city palace we started walking
through the tightly packed streets towards our hotel. It was dark and all the
lights came on in the town and then they went out, but after a while they came
back on again and then they went off again. Powercuts and shortages often happen. Young men started to
proposition us and I positioned myself behind Marilyn for obvious reasons. Richard and I followed behind the
group as Sab lead at the front. Once when the lights went out Richard was
convinced he felt a hand trying to get his wallet from his pocket. People kept
badgering us, mostly in a friendly way. A cow we walked past decided to lick my
backside. We looked into darkened workshops and every type of skill and
creativity was going on, pottery, weaving, jewelry making, stone carving and
food cooking. Marilyn thought it must have been how Medieval London was.
Having a go at block printing fabrics in Agra.
THE
IMPORTANCE OF RURAL INDUSTRIES
In Jaipur and Agra we visited various workshops.
In Jaipur we visited a workshop that cut and polished gem stones. In the local mountains a whole
variety of precious and semi-precious gems are mined, diamonds, rubies,
amethyst,amber and agate. The workshop we visited also had a high class shop
selling beautifully designed necklaces, earrings and rings. Later in Agra we visited
a workshop that used wood blocks and natural local plant dies to create
incredible fabrics. Also, in Agra, we visited a shop that sold local teas and spices.
At a carpet making factory, we saw the
carpets from the design stage, drawn on large sheets of graph paper, to the dyeing of long
shanks of wool, to the painstaking weaving of a carpet on a loom. Each tiny
thread was tied by hand. A single carpet can take three or four months to
complete. The final stage was washing the carpet and trimming it with scissors
to make sure every thread was an even length.
Many of these products we saw being made are sold in shops and stores here in
Britain. Often designers from some of
the international companies will provide designs to be made up. The whole
process starts with the villagers and reaches high class stores around the
world and everybody gets fair pay. The Indian Government are sponsoring and
encouraging these sorts of local craft based industries. It is a way of
bringing wealth to the villages.
Designing a carpet on graph paper.
Fatehpar Sikri.
FATEHPAR
SIKRI,THE RED FORT AND THE TAJ MAHAL
Later, just outside of Agra, we visited the Fatehpur Sikri, a town founded by the Mughal Emperor Akbar
and used as his capital, we also had an enthusiastic guide who reminded
me of the guide at the Jantar Mantar. This gentleman was sharp witted and able to
answer all our questions. We were able to discuss concepts and ideas with him.
I don’t know what made me, but I asked him if he had ever been to Britain. He
looked at me and just said, “ I am a poor man from a local village. I have no
education. All my education I have received is in training to be a guide here.”
I felt humbled and silenced. This intelligent, quick witted man was, in his
words ,”uneducated.” It reminded me of something Elli spoke to me about. She
said that we were lucky to have been born into a western country. I agreed.
Life is down to chance in many ways. I think India makes you realise that. But
something the people of India have got that we have lost to a great extent is
the extended family. There is great community spirit in India and there is a lot
of love amongst people. We, in Britain, have become nuclear and often isolated. Those
who love us are not always readily at hand. Gaining wealth is not everything it’s cracked up to be.
An important aspect of Fatepar Sikri is the evidence that Akbar, the Emperor, invented his own religion. He decided to combine, Hindu, Muslim, Christian and Zoroastrian concepts and beliefs into one religion. It only lasted his lifetime but within the walls of his palace are symbols carved on the walls and roofs combing imagery from all the religions. I couldn't help thinking what an amazing idea he had.
An important aspect of Fatepar Sikri is the evidence that Akbar, the Emperor, invented his own religion. He decided to combine, Hindu, Muslim, Christian and Zoroastrian concepts and beliefs into one religion. It only lasted his lifetime but within the walls of his palace are symbols carved on the walls and roofs combing imagery from all the religions. I couldn't help thinking what an amazing idea he had.
The Taj Mahal.
At last, in Agra,we visited one of the
highlights of our whole tour, The Taj Mahal situated beside the Yamuna River.
The Taj was built by Sha Jahan, the fifth Mughul Emperor in 1632 for his most
beloved wife, Mumtaz Mahal. Out of his three hundred wives and many concubines
she was his favourite because she had born him seven children including four
sons.
We took a bicycle rickshaw along the
long approach to the Taj Mahal. I must admit I was almost expecting that when I
saw the Taj I would be underwhelmed. Everybody knows what the Taj Mahal looks
like. We have all seen it a thousand
times in so many formats. I thought it held no surprises. However when we entered
the gardens surrounding the Taj Mahal and I caught site of the mausoleum for
the first time, it took my breath away.
It is perfect in symmetry and its shape is elegant and simple. The white marble
it is constructed from almost glows. I
felt transfixed by the sight of it.
Sha Jahan was later imprisoned in the Red Fort , just down river from the Taj, when one of his sons Aurangzeb usurped him and killed off his older brothers to take the throne. Aurangzeb spared his father from death. Sha Jahan was able to view the Taj Mahal from the palace windows from within the Red Fort. He longed to be buried next to his favourite wife which eventually came about. When we visited the Red Fort in Agra we could see the Taj Mahal in the distance form the position Sha Jahan would most probably have looked out from. Our guide told us we were lucky to see it. Although it appears large in the distance polution often masks it.
The entrance to the precinct around the Taj Mahal.
We as tourists felt humbled when we were
put into a fast track queue to go inside. Many Indians queued for hours in a
long snaking line. When we came out Marilyn and I were surprised to be approached, first of by two teenage sisters. They wanted
their photograph with us. Their brother took the picture. Then a family approached us and wanted
their photographs taken with us. I was bemused. After that a mother and little
girl approached. The mother wanted her daughter's photograph taken with me. We
sat on a stone step together and this little tot just beamed at me. The mother asked
where I came from. I told her I came from London. As we walked away I overheard
her saying to her daughter. “Remember. He comes from London.” What was going
on? I asked Sab later about this. He said that many people visited the Taj from
all over India, many coming from small
villages. They have never seen a white person from Europe in the flesh before. They are amazed to see us. I felt
very strange about that. We obviously made their day.
MODERN
INDIA
On our drive from Agra, as we returned
to Delhi from the south, we travelled along a new motorway just like we have in
Britain and Europe. We passed the Budhh International Formula 1 circuit , a
triumph of modern architecture and then we began passing one high rise after
the other. Some of them were the headquarters of multinational companies. Others were
modern apartment blocks for the young Indians working in the new high tech
industries. This is the new modern India. The contrast with what we had experienced
was immense.
In the home of a lovely lady in Delhi who showed us how to cook.
MORE
DELHI ADVENTURES
Delhi has many types of urban adventures
to offer. In our first two days in Delhi we went on an urban cooking experience organised by a young guide called, Aman. We visited a family in
Old Delhi. The six of us were warmly welcomed into the family's home by the
grandmother who hugged each one of us as we entered and placed a bindi mark on
our foreheads. We dressed in traditional clothing and the lady of the house
invited us into her kitchen and
demonstrated the preparation and cooking of various dishes. We were invited to
sit at the family table and were
presented with dish after dish of delicious food. After I had eaten two lots of
everything my stomach couldn’t take anymore. The food kept coming. It was
difficult to politely say, “enough.” We took photographs of the food
preparation and asked lots of questions about ingredients and preparation
techniques. Since we have returned home we have been e-mailed all the recipes.
Marilyn and I will be trying out our new
culinary skills sometime.
The mosque in the centre of Lodi Park.
At the end of our time in India Marilyn
and I added two extra days onto our
trip. We asked Sab to give us suggestions for urban tours. We spent a day with a
young man called Ahmid who took us to Lodi Park, a beautiful city park with an
ancient mosque and tomb situated in the centre. In the 1930s, Lady Willington, the wife of the then British
Viceroy, had two villages demolished and the park created on the site to remind her of
England. We visited the Qutub Minar, India’s tallest minaret set within the ruins of one of the seven Delhis that have
been built over the centuries. It
comprised the remains of mosques and
various town buildings. Ahmid also took us to the 14century Agrasen Ki Baoli,
an area of temples, including an
enormous water reservoir that supplied water to Old Delhi.
The highlight of the day was visiting the house where Mahatma Ghandi lived towards the end of his life.
We walked in Ghandis footsteps to the spot where he
prayed daily and where people would gather to pray with him. It was here that a
Hindu nationalist shot and killed him. We spent time in the Ghandi museum
discovering information about his life, his philosophy, and his views about
men and women. We saw his sandals and the stick he used when on ,"The Salt March." There were many photographs and memorabilia of Ghandi throughout his life here.
Ahmid then got our driver to take us to the large park in Delhi where Mahatma
Ghandi was cremated . We walked barefoot and payed our respects. These urban
adventures took us to the heart of Delhi and India.
The highlight of the day was visiting the house where Mahatma Ghandi lived towards the end of his life.
Ghandi's sleeping and working couch.
The site of Ghandi's assassination.
THE
PENULTIMATE DAY
The day before we were to leave we had
nothing organized, Marilyn and I decided to walk through the area near our
hotel. It is a bustling shopping area with many side streets . Much of Delhi is
built on a grid system. We once more made our way through the noise and
vibrancy of an energetic Delhi. One street comprised of shops that sold past exam
papers. Great piles of yellow books of exam papers for every sort of subject. There were private
educational establishments all up and down this street. Another street focused on jewelry and another on
clothing. Each commodity had its own street or part of a street. We decided to
have a cup of tea and found a cafe up some stairs over some shops situated on a
busy junction. The café was modern and
had an industrial design to it. Artistic graffiti adorned the walls and loud
techno music with a heavy beat blared out over speakers. In amongst the
traditional India you find the
modern, young India mixed in. It is often a surprise to stumble across it. Sab
told me that he loved loud techno
music. This type of music seems to be very popular amongst young educated
Indians.
On our penultimate day we wandered the busy streets not far from our hotel.
FINAL
THOUGHTS
On our last day we had to get an early
morning taxi to the airport. The taxi arrived in plenty of time and was waiting
for us outside the hotel. We said goodbye to the hotel staff and off we drove.
It was early and the streets were relatively quiet. As we approached the modern
Indira Ghandi airport, it has been open eight years, I noticed a solitary old
lady crouching on a nearby grass verge in the middle of the road. I asked the
driver what she was doing there. He said that she was weeding the verge. I asked, “Is
that her job?” He said it was. I asked what she would get paid for doing the
weeding. He said, “Oh about 7000 rupees a month.” That is equivalent to nearly £70.
“Can she live on that?” I asked. “Oh yes. She only has to buy food.” I wondered
where she lived. The taxi driver pointed out a well-manicured hedge running
along the side of this pristine modern road with the vast modern airport
complex looming ahead of us and suggested we look through the hedge. There I
caught a glimpse of tents and shacks. Apparently there is no cost to living
there. This is the India of today.
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