064 / Delhi Mirror

064 / Delhi Mirror

After three days in Mumbai, I’m bound for Delhi, the rebellious capital of the mighty subcontinent, that was at the time of my arrival struggling with the organization of a chaotic Commonwealth Games, one of the heaviest monsoons of the century and a latent terrorist threat. Welcome.

I was greatly hosted by Jishnu and his lovely wife in DLF Phase One (Gurgaon), a brand new satellite city of Delhi, an urban jungle of metal, steel and the world’s famous brands that combines state of the art office buildings with potholes in the road big enough to make record breaking size paellas…

IMG_2879.JPGThe first day was a cocktail of some highlight visits, like Qutb Minar which goes back to the onset of Islamic culture in India and the renowned Bahai Lotus Temple, a recent construction (1986) celebrating a type of meta-religion founded on the base of the acceptance of all religions in the world before making my way through the eternal traffic jam Delhi is. 




At night, I discovered both the bright and dark site of Ol’ Monk (the local strong alcohol, close to whiskey). After the rediscovery of Skype, the A/C zoomed me into a short but profound sleep.

Delhi Day Two was dedicated to it’s historic Red Fort and the father of the Indian Nation (Mahatma Ghandi). A hard hearing but soft spoken guide in The Red Fort brought me some insights into the today’s India by telling me about its past. He defended that Indian glory is eternal ( in contrast to the Egyptian, Greek and Roman cultures) because India is a master in the art of assimilation. Indian culture doesn’t oppose to but rather absorbs whatever hostile cultures that conquer the country. Therefore, the Indian culture is destined to continue forever following Darwin’s evolution theory applied to nations (The very different groups of people living in India is the exemplary byproduct). The rest of the afternoon I passed on the Ghandi Memorial which is erected on the place the great father of the nation was shot in 1957. What a life story, it reads like a dramatic, adventurous thriller with a predictable but even so shocking plot…IMG_2935.JPG

The most local Indian experience I’d had so far was the New Delhi train station and the tireless efforts I spend to order a regular train ticket. The first class was fully booked, so I booked a second class ticket (1€ for 300km) to Agra in the early morning…

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