I arrived in New Delhi on the night when India became the world champion in cricket after 28 years. I could imagine what it would be on the streets and wanted to reach my hotel as soon as possible. But the street madness was contagious and I surrendered- as soon as I reached the hotel, I had to get out capturing with my camera the total championship euphoria:-)…there was not a single car that passed by without at least one person on the roof….

The Delhi I remembered from the winter of 2003 was a foggy, cold and utterly unfriendly Delhi. Now I met a sunny, friendly, calm Delhi on an April afternoon.

Bara Gumbad, Sunset at Lodi Gardens

Stunning arcades in Lodi Gardens

you can say I have some fascination for arches:-)
Next stop: The flower market close to Connaught place is bustling only until 9am every morning- a mélange of colors and smells….after 9am it literally evaporates.You need flowers for a wedding- go here!



beautiful....

lovely marigolds....Hanuman Mandir was just across the street...

Next stop: The Bangla Sahib Gurudwara was one of a kind experience. I liked the spaciousness and the pervasive quietness of this place.

The gardens of Bangla Sahib Gurudwara

A lake at the Gurudwara where devotees can take a dip

A sikh devotee from Amritsar

The Gurudwara is a place where you can charge your phone (like this lady), have picnic lunch, spend the night (on the mattresses)...
…it is a place not only to pray, it a place to be…
Langar, is the place which really impressed me most, serves free vegetarian meals and is managed and operated by all volunteers I was one of them on that day!!! Yeahhh! It is a part of the Sikh tradition of Seva, translated literally to mean ones spiritual service, or one’s giving back in the name of selfless generosity.

Volunteering work
I spent some time in the kitchen preparing some chapattis….noone was surprised as I came and no one was surprised as I left….actually, I think no one cared. The woman opposite me, kept on throwing dough balls at me to make more chapattis and gave me a very cheeky look….Not sure what exactly she was thinking…..

Lunch is cooked in the Langar
You can imagine in a city of the size and attraction of New Delhi, what awaits among the multitudes of people…actually, it is unimaginable…

everyone sits and eats in rows
During lunch, large canisters of dal (lentils) and cooked vegetables were carried up and down the rows, heaping spoonfuls outpoured in every plate. Hands were outstretched to receive the fresh, warm chapatti (bread) being tossed through the air precisely yet lightly falling into one’s open-cupped palms.
Anyone can come here for lunch- rich and poor, young and old, sick and healthy, people from different casts. You have to stretch your palms and ask for food- how humiliating is this? Actually, I didn’t feel humiliated at all…we are just all equal…this was a great way to remind us about that.
Next stop: Old Delhi
Old Delhi oozes with history- Red Fort (Lal Qila), Jama Masjid, Chandni Chowk – it is a true travel in time.

Bustling Old Delhi

Red Fort was built during the reign of Shah Jahan, the one who also built Taj Mahal, and served as his residence.

Red Fort
And boy, you can tell so just by looking at the open halls of Diwan-i-Aam and Diwan-i-Khas.

Diwan-i-Aam- where the emperor met the regular people

Diwan-i-Khas- a pavilion clad completely in marble, the pillars are decorated with floral carvings and inlay work with many semi-precious stones
Spectacular work on marble! You can just hold your breadth…ok, still trumped by Taj Mahal, of course….

some restoration going on- done in a manner as in the times of Shah Jahan

Jama Masjid- the biggest mosque in India
This part of the city has a very special allure- it is breathing heavily under the weight of millions trying to make a living and many actually making a decent one…I wouldn’t mind to stand and watch, but I couldn’t …there were people trying to make their way around you thus pushing you in all possible directions…..


get your clothes ironed with an antique- for 5 rupees a piece...
Qutub Minar, as impressive as it stands, is the oldest minaret ever built in India.

Qutub Minar


a girl at Qutub Minar

Next stop: Humayun’s Tomb- the tomb of the Mughal Emperor Humayun.

The entrance of Humayun's Tomb
Now if didn’t know it was a tomb, I would just think it was a garden with a monument- spectacularly serene place- just sit and watch…. I had a hard time leaving the gardens….

Humayun's Tomb
As I was leaving Delhi, I noticed that on every electricity post, there was a sign saying “Delhi, meri jaan”. I asked the driver what this means. He said “Delhi, my love”…and I thought….”….this is soooo Indian”…:-)
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