I spent my penultimate Indian weekend with a few friends in Delhi and Agra. We all agreed that we'd kick down doors for jobs were IJM to open a Delhi office. The traffic engineering was remarkable, the people were friendly, the sights were beautiful, the food selection left us slack-jawed, and the shopping was fantastic. Here are some of the sights:
These heavily-shaped trees were everywhere, casting round respites from the sun. Everyone seemed to have the same idea about what to do with that. Plenty of lovely fountains, too:
The home of Indira Ghandi, India's first female prime minister, is now an excellent walk-through museum. This is the sari Indira Ghandi was wearing when assassinated.
We all agreed that this was one of the best executed museums we'd ever experienced. Throughout the home, larger-than-life replicas of Ghandi's face were posted on walls. The eyes in each face were made of small screens depicting scenes from his life.
The museum came complete with lifesize wax models of Ghandi and his wife. When picture time rolled around, I missed the stoic instruction.
Afterward we found a fantastic Italian restaurant. We all agreed we felt as though we were sitting somewhere in Europe.
This guy didn't know what his shirt meant! I tried to tell him all about the SEC...he was something short of enthused. I gave him the whole story anyhow; perhaps he'll pass it on.
Also known as the Lotus Temple.
Auto rickshaw drivers eagerly followed pedestrians. They were great buisnessmen.
Danny and Voratida did an excellent job negotiating prices and distances.
We also saw India Gate:
...where Danny posed with police officers.
We tried to check out some government buildings...
but the gates were closed to us.
Everyone took pictures this way.
They came out like this.
Looking back down the hill, we had a great view of India Gate and the peaceful surrounding parks.
The grounds were immaculately kempt.
These heavily-shaped trees were everywhere, casting round respites from the sun. Everyone seemed to have the same idea about what to do with that. Plenty of lovely fountains, too:
The home of Indira Ghandi, India's first female prime minister, is now an excellent walk-through museum. This is the sari Indira Ghandi was wearing when assassinated.
Outside Indira Ghandi's home, a crystal path commemorates her final walk prior to assassination.
This glass marks the spot where she fell after being shot.
The home in which Mahamta Ghandi spent his last 144 days has also been made into a museum.
We enjoyed the World Peace Gong outside.
(Everyone pointed out the flag for their nation of origin.)
We all agreed that this was one of the best executed museums we'd ever experienced. Throughout the home, larger-than-life replicas of Ghandi's face were posted on walls. The eyes in each face were made of small screens depicting scenes from his life.
The museum came complete with lifesize wax models of Ghandi and his wife. When picture time rolled around, I missed the stoic instruction.
The steps here mark Ghandi's last walk before his assassination, just outside the house.
This gazebo marked the spot where Ghandi fell after he was shot.
Here's the view from the back of the house:
Afterward we found a fantastic Italian restaurant. We all agreed we felt as though we were sitting somewhere in Europe.
In perhaps the greatest thrill of the day for me, though, I saw this shirt pass me in a mall:
This guy didn't know what his shirt meant! I tried to tell him all about the SEC...he was something short of enthused. I gave him the whole story anyhow; perhaps he'll pass it on.
Another piece of home: T-Pain, Tallahassee-bred rapper, was in Delhi the same day we were.
My time in India has been thrilling and fulfilling. Still, one sight upon which I've had my heart set since entry eluded me: a cobra charmer. Lucky for me, this guy appeared out of thin air in a parking lot!
That was Delhi.
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