dimanche 26 avril 2015

Delhi Daze

We had just left Humayun's Tomb and the day was in full swing. I finally got introduced to the hustle and bustle of New Delhi. This is exactly the India I was expecting to see! I have to admit that the road was complete chaos. There are lanes painted on the street, sure, but no one gives a care. It's every man for himself out there. It kinda looked like a game of Mario Kart. I almost expected a fucking banana to show up and make us spin out. Motor bikes, rickshaws, bicycles, cars, trucks, buses, dogs, cows, pedestrians, you name it-- it was all there. The honking... the honking... OMG it was everywhere. There were more sirens than a Manu Chao song, too. It was truly an overload of the senses. There was just so much to see! It was out of control and I loved every second of it. We drove by the Red Fort which was fucking massive. I wish we'd stopped by, but maybe I can do this on another visit. I just didn't have time to go explore while trying to familiarize myself with the city. 

It wasn't the cows. It wasn't the trash. It wasn't even the smog. One of the most shocking things I saw were all the power lines. I have never seen such a tangled mess of power cords and I live in South Central! It is such a mystery. I was completely perplexed. How does this shit even work?! I can't even blow dry my hair without blowing a fuse and fucking up the electricity. I guess that is the beauty of it all. India has been around for ages and it does not give a fuck about your safety codes or regulations. 

Next we went to Gandhi Smriti, which is the place where Mahatma Gandhi spent the last 144 days of his life. Did y'all know he was assassinated?! I didn't know that. I guess it was really real out here in these Delhi streets. I didn't know he was about that life at all. The more you know! Anyway, every time I saw "Mahatma", I laughed because that is the official rice of Mexican Moms everywhere. I never made the connection! Mahatma rice is my favorite, keep that off brand stuff to yourselves.

Gandhi is one of those dudes who obnoxious hippies and college freshmen like to misquote all the time. You don't have to know everything about him, but the Cliff's is that he led India to independence from the British Raj by ways of nonviolent resistance and is considered the father of the nation. If you wanna be an even bigger history nerd, Martin Luther King, Jr. came to India in 1959 to meet with Gandhi.  After this trip, he implemented nonviolent resistance in the Civil Rights Movement taking place in America. I'm not sure if this is supposed to be a museum, a garden, or both but it was nice and tranquil. Gandhi is highly revered in India, in fact he is the only person on their currency. There was a long hall with a Gandhi biography, but it was way too long for me to read. I'm not kidding, it was really long. Ain't nobody got time for that! I decided to walk around instead. There were kids hanging out and families strolling about, so it was a pretty chill spot to spend the afternoon. I wouldn't necessarily come back, but it was cool. The photo with the little hut is exactly where he got shot. He got 3 to the chest at point blank range (via a Beretta 9mm, if you were wondering). Isn't that ironic? 

Off we went to make our way back to our hotel. We made a stop at the Jama Masjid mosque (not pictured), the Gurdwara Bangla Sahib Sikh temple, and finally, the Qtab Minar. At the temple, we got to see how they feed hundreds if not thousands of people daily. It was so impressive and efficient. It is really nice to see people looking out for each other, even when they do not have much themselves. The day was winding down and let me tell y'all... Delhi was insanity! I have no idea where all these people came from. This was like when your cousins found out they could put Disneyland passes on layaway. People everywhere!

This was my only full day in Delhi but it was very well spent. That night, we all had dinner together at our hotel and it was so nice to chat with everyone. I was so jelly to hear everyone's stories! They were all so well-traveled. It is so weird how you can feel connected to people over the love of something like travel. We passed our passports around and talked about the places we liked and didn't like. It was so cool! Some people rattled of places like nothing. It was awesome. I usually try to keep my travel chatter to a minimum cause people start to think you are bragging or whatever. Here, I could really speak freely without judgement. We were all birds of a feather, man. I really felt at home. It was one of my favorite nights cause we all got to know each other very well, and our bond would only strengthen within the coming days. Here we were, a random group of travelers, together in India stuffing our faces and connecting on a very deep level. Man, it was magical. Little did I know that the next day would blow this one out of the water. Things were finally looking up for old Izzy.

2 commentaires:

  1. I love your pictures of Delhi. I haven't been there for many years, but the place came alive for me through the photos of the crowds, the honking tuk tuks and the funny signs! Will be reading your other posts.

    1. Hi Anon, thank you for your comment! Delhi was truly a feast for the senses. Cant wait to be back :)