Last month, the husband’s family visited. They travelled all the way across the country to be with us for Onam. And I cooked up a storm (15 dishes, but that is a story for another day). Their flight arrived only in the evening, so we had a traditional feast-dinner instead of the more conventional lunch-and-then-napping ritual.
My brother in law had a long list of things he wanted to see in Delhi. I was surprised at the amount of overlap it had with my own to-see list. Now, we live ¬22kms outside of Delhi and this meant a lot of Google mapping, petrol filling and general snack packing 🙂
Here are some of the things we saw:
Agrasen ki Baoli
This is what wikipedia has to say about this well right in the middle of Delhi.
…60-meter long and 15-meter wide historical step well. Although there are no known historical records to prove who built Agrasen ki Baoli, it is believed that it was originally built by the legendary king Agrasen during the Mahabharat epic era and rebuilt in the 14th century by the Agrawal community which traces its origin to Maharaja Agrasen
Next stop, India gate.
By this time we were caught in some surprise torrential rains. The humidity meant my hair now felt like a limp, grimy dishrag. The India gate is open 24×7 and has the Amar Jawan Jyoti ( like the Arc de Triomphe and the Tombe du Soldat Inconnu).
However, when we got there, a solitary policeman was shooing everyone away from the scene. He really could not manage on foot, so he ( Wait for it) got on a cycle..So here we have a policeman on a cycle, circling the India Gate, blowing his whistle at the tourists. Suddenly I spot a young man chasing the policeman on the cycle. The cycle is the youth’s! Diligently pursuing his cycle, the youth gets it back after some 5 rounds of the monument.
It would have been hilarious except for the general outrage and injustice. After many a “hey! my taxes pay your salary” rant, I walked away and took some perspective shots where it looks like I’m holding up the monument 😛 After some 20 pictures and as many minutes, I sulked away and sat near the car. I saw a young woman with two children who was talking out loud about here temporarily missing husband. I felt better about my hair. Some birds sat near me and chirped. Some young policemen in full dress uniform strolled past. One of them dropped his ceremonial headgear. Good times!