For our last field visit, we went to Delhi, Varanasi, and
Bhopal—all in Northern India. Our final course is called Religion, Culture, and
Society in India. Since my time in India is now very limited (15 days) and
because there is still so much to be done I will be writing one post for each
destination and publishing them across my last couple weeks here. Also, I don’t
want to spend too much of my time writing blog posts, so these will be
extremely superficial posts—I hope they are better than nothing.
Here’s what went on in Delhi:
November 21
We took a flight from Bangalore to Delhi—take off made me a
little anxious, but somehow we managed to stay up in the air. We stayed in a
hostel for the few days we were in Delhi, specifically New Delhi.
Here are my first thoughts about Delhi:
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“Am I in still in India?”
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“It smells like urine.” (Not the entire
city—some parts more than others.)
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“It’s so clean here!” (In terms of litter.)
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“But the air is so bad.”
We (meaning all of us) went out to find a restaurant for
dinner. Twelve of us ended up at a place called Le’ Shamrock, or something.
Just as you’d imagine, all the servers wore bright green polo shirts. The
restaurant was pretty upscale—cheap by American standards, expensive by Indian
standards. It was fairly dark inside with a few small gold-ish lights. Rather
than sitting in booths or at tables we sat on leather couches and stools around
small tables. I ordered a pasta dish,
which ended up costing about $6 USD. Very tasty.
November 22
We walked to The American Center from our hostel. On our
way, we were approached by a man who asked where we were from—a common
occurrence. When we explained that we were from the US he said, “Say hi to
Obama.” It made me chuckle. Eventually, we reached The American Center, which
was a large cement building covered by a giant green net. Turns out that the
net is used to prevent windows from breaking when/if people throw rocks at the
building. Heart-warming really. We met with a man named Peter who is a Foreign
Service representative who has been in Delhi for a couple years now. He gave us
a tour of the building and then talked to us about US/ India relations and the
details of his job. The rest of the day was used for sight-seeing. After a
stressful metro ride and a rickshaw ride, we made it to the Gandhi Smirti
museum. We saw the footsteps leading up to the site where Gandhi was
assassinated as well as read panels of information about Gandhi and his views
of various issues such as ashrams, nonviolence, women’s rights, village life, and
property. After a much less stressful metro ride back to Connaught Place we ate
lunch at a South Indian restaurant and then did some shopping at the government
emporium stores. We almost literally shopped until we dropped. A small group of
us ate dinner at the restaurant in the hostel, which was interesting to say the
least.
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The site of Gandhi's assassination |
A mural depicting Gandhi's life |
November 23: The day of the Taj Mahal.
My alarm sounded at 4:00a and I rolled out of bed and helped
others put on their saris. (I chose not to wear my sari for various reasons.)
At 4:45a we walked from our hostel to the railway station. It was about a
30-minute walk. It was “cold,” dark, smoggy, and early enough that most of the
people living on the street were still asleep. We took a train to Agra, which
was about two hours. The Taj is a mausoleum that was built by Mughal emperor
Shah Jahan in memory of his third wife who died after giving birth to their 14th
child. We went to the Taj early enough that it wasn’t too busy. We had a tour
guide take us through and tell us about it. Then we broke off into small groups
for the remainder of our time there. The Taj was pretty cool, but it wasn’t the
most amazing or inspiring thing I’ve seen this semester.
The Taj from a rooftop restaurant |
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In front of the Taj |
The mosque |
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Cliche picture |
Agra Fort |
More fort |
And some more fort |
Engraving in the fort |
November 24
A much needed quiet morning and afternoon after a long day yesterday. A group of us went out for lunch at a local joint that we just happened upon—the food was amazing. There was also a nearby ice cream place, so I had some lichi ice cream desert. The day turned stressful as we were trying to get to the train station for our train to Varanasi. The plan was to take public buses to the station. One bus came and as many people as possible got on. Those of us remaining waited for more buses to come, but they never did. Running low on time and giving up on the buses, it was decided that we would take rickshaws instead. However, none of the rickshaws wanted to go all the way to the station because they feared they would get stuck in traffic because of the ongoing Sikh Festival. We started walking toward the station weaving through on-coming traffic. Eventually a rickshaw was found, which fit about half us. As they were getting in and sorting things out, a man approached the rest of us and started talking to us—he was clearly intoxicated. He eventually staggered off and we began walking again. Soon enough, another rickshaw was found. I got in with two other girls. The driver was still negotiating money with his previous customers and it was getting fairly heated from what I could tell. As this was going on, the drunk man reappeared. Finally, we started moving. I was pretty stressed out at this point: three young foreign women in India trying to get to the train station to meet the rest of the group during a festival with no phones. Then as we were on our way there was a small collision right next to us and a bus that got a little to close for comfort. By some miracle, we made it to the train station and were able to find the rest of the group.
Posts on Varanasi and Bhopal are in the works.
Stay tuned.
Emma
I had to chuckle at the photo caption "cliche picture." I know it is, but EMBRACE the cliche, child! Anxiously awaiting the rest of the story, only because I know you lived through it. See you in two weeks!
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