Sudden Trip To The Capital Of Royal Land

(Blog 5 from the series of blogs Delhi Darshan)

The Royal Land? If you’re an Indian, you have probably guessed the place I am talking about. You’re right, the sudden plan was to visit Jaipur, the capital of Rajasthan. It was not on my to-visit list. The idea of visiting places outside Delhi never crossed my mind. This idea was implanted into my head by my Mom.

It was a Friday night. I had just finished talking to Mom over the phone. I sat excitedly in front of my laptop booking a seat in a bus to Jaipur for the next morning. Yay! A solo trip to Jaipur. The plan was to witness an important religious function that was happening in Jaipur and come back the very same day. After the seat was reserved, I called my project partner to ask her not to expect me at the lab the next day. She got very excited when she heard I am going to Jaipur.

“Are you going alone or with your relatives?”, she asked.

“I am going alone.”

“Can I come along with you?”

“I am going there for a religious function. If you’re fine with that you can surely come with me.”

“Yeah.  I like visiting temples. Also I’ve always wanted to visit Rajasthan.”

“Just so that you know. I am going to a Jain Temple. And it will be very crowded there for this function holds great importance in our religion. People from far and wide have come to witness it.”

“Yeah. It’s ok with me.”

This is how the conversation went. Next thing, I booked a seat for her on the same bus. And next morning, we were at the bus stop eagerly waiting for the bus. I explained to her what the function was all about and why was it significant.

“There’s an ancient Jain Temple in Sanganer, Jaipur. In the midst of underground portion of the temple, there is located an ancient small temple. The sacred temple has seven underground floors which are kept closed due to old religious beliefs and visitors are not allowed to see them. It is said that only a Digambar saint can enter in it and bring out the idols of this underground temple for a limited period, which is declared and decided previously. The idols thus brought out for viewing, must be placed back within a pre decided time. This time the idols were brought out after a gap of 18 years. Since this is a rare opportunity, devotees come to worship these idols from not only across the country but also across the world. I had been to the temple twice before. Once, I was very young when the idols were brought out before 18 years, and second, a few years later.”

She heard the story with great interest and seemed excited to visit the ancient temple. It was a 6 hour ride from Delhi to Jaipur. We arrived at Jaipur at around 4:30 pm. We had about 8 hours until our return journey. Surely, we wouldn’t need so much time at the temple. Also the temple was open throughout the day while the function lasted. We decided to visit Jaipur City Palace. On checking online, we found that the closing time was 5pm. We had to hurry. We were famished, but food was secondary in that moment. Reaching the palace on time was our primary concern. We caught a rickshaw to reach the palace. We had little time left. We didn’t want to miss the opportunity. We decided we would see the palace in a hurry without wasting much time on photos.

Jaipur City Palace was magnificent. Showcasing the lavish lifestyle of the Rajputs, their bravery, their culture. Parts of the palace are still the royal residence, while some parts are now made into museums. Admiring the various structures and clicking pictures, we managed to cover the entire palace in 20 minutes. We were amazed at our skills of visiting a palace that huge so soon.

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Now was the time for some Rajasthani delicacies. We had Rajasthani Thali. I liked it. She didn’t. Probably because she was not used to their food. I had eaten Rajasthani food many times. Next stop, Sanganer Digambar Jain Temple. We decided to take the Metro. In Sanganer, the area of a few blocks close to the temple was prohibited for vehicular entry. The entire area was decorated. Though, it was very crowded and the queue went up to a few kilometres at times, the arrangements made for the ease of devotees were impressive. Tents were put up, to save the devotees from the scorching heat of desert dominated Rajasthan. Drinking water was being served after every few hundred metres.

There was a separate queue for ladies and gents. The both of us got separated. We had agreed to meet at a pre decided place after we were done viewing the idols. After about an hour in the queue, I was close to the place where idols were placed for public viewing. But, it was time for the idols to be shifted from the tent to inside the temple premises. After sunset, the idols were to be shifted inside the temple. So, by the time I reached closer to the dais, the idols were taken away into the temple. I couldn’t view them. It was announced that now idols will be available for viewing after an hour inside temple premises. I went back to the place where we decided to meet and told her this. She convinced me to rejoin the queue and wait for another hour, so that I could view the idols properly. She understood the significance and she didn’t want me to miss the opportunity. She assured we had enough time for me to rejoin the queue and come back in time for our return journey to Delhi. I also was not satisfied to have come this far and not be able to view the idols properly. I had only viewed them from far before they were taken inside the temple.

I joined the queue. After about an hour and a half I made it inside the temple, viewed the idols and made it back well in time. All this while, she was outside, window shopping at the market. It was about 11 at night, when we got back to the bus stand. Had our dinner, and waited for our bus. It was an hour late. Waiting at the bus top, we decided to pass our time by playing some word games. The time flew and the bus finally came at 1 am and we reached Delhi early next morning.

Within less than 24 hours, we crossed travelled through three states (Delhi – Haryana – Rajasthan) to reach Jaipur, visited the City Palace, witnessed an important religious event, came back to Delhi. It was the shortest and the most sudden planned trip ever.

Date of visit : June 24, 2017.

Not Just A Market, Not Just A Garden.

(Blog 4 from the series of blogs Delhi Darshan)

Having heard so much about the shopping fever of Delhi, and having seen this market in various Bollywood movies, we decided to visit a popular market run by Delhi Tourism Department named Dilli Haat. Dilli is the Indian version of Delhi, and Haat means a rural or village market. It is located at 3 locations across Delhi. We went to the one situated closest to IIT Delhi.

Dilli Haat is designed with an ambience of a traditional rural haat (market). Craftsmen, chefs, traders, artisans from all corners of the country have set up their stalls here, providing a wide variety of cuisine, craft and cultural activities. There were stalls of traditional clothes, footwear, handicraft items, food items, decorative pieces, etc.

The architecture resembled that of the rural areas. The place was lively like every market, but there also a sense of calm amidst the market hustle bustle. Colourful drapes above the pathways added to the colourful items that stalls sold, made the place seem even more lively.

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From what little knowledge I had of Dilli Haat, I assumed there would be so many cultural programs going on. My imagination was fueled by an older memory of another similar place in Jaipur. It was only after going there, I realised that cultural programs are organised only on certain occasions and it’s not an everyday event. Although my expectations were ruined, it was an market with a difference. It was not just a market. It was a showpiece of Indian tradition.

A few days later, when we were bored of work one evening, we decided to visit another place on our list. The Garden of Five Senses. It is not just another garden, it is designed to serve as a treat to your senses. There are various architectural features within the park. They add to the already present green beauty. A pond of water lilies and Khas Bagh are some of the various other features of the garden.IMG_20170616_182006.jpg

Having visited during the peak summer season, I couldn’t really see many flowers. But I have heard that the garden turns into a paradise during the spring season when nature blooms with all its beauty.

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Dilli Haat :

Date of visit : 15 June 2017

Closest Metro Station : INA

Garden of Five Senses:

Date of Visit : 16 June 2017

Closest Metro Station : Saket

 

Starting the Week on a Spiritual Note

Among the Jain community of Delhi, a place known as Ahinsa Sthal is popular. Literally translating to “The Region of Non Violence”, the place is named after the most important principle of Jainism i.e. Ahinsa or Non Violence. A 14 ft tall granite statue of Lord Mahaveer sits here on the top of a hillock.

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It was a hot Monday morning when I decided to visit this place. Being located in a very busy locality of south Delhi, I had expected to see some crowd at the temple. Surprisingly, apart from the caretaker, I was the only human there. I wondered if people came here to pray only during festivals.

As I was climbing up the hillock, I noticed that another family had just arrived. There was a very old lady who seemed too weak to climb up to the top where the idol sat. The lady’s son pulled out a wheelchair and started moving towards a spiraling pathway that went all the way to the top. It was impressive to know that the designers had taken special care to make the spiral pathway for old and physically challenged devotees. Such facilities are a rare sight in public places.

At a distance, the Qutub Minar stood majestically surrounded by greenery. On the other side was Azim Khan Tomb. The Jain flag flew in between. In the middle of Muslim style architecture rich locality of Mehrauli, the presence of a Jain temple reminded me of Indian spirit of harmony.

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For the little time I was there, I tried to absorb within me the calmness and serenity that was present in the atmosphere. Contemplating on the teachings of Lord Mahaveer, I decided to take a walk in the surrounding garden. Throughout the pathway of the garden, there were boards on which lines from a Jain prayer “Meri Bhawna” (My Emotion) were written.

Ahankaar ka bhaav na rakhu na hi kisi par krodh karu

Dekh doosro ki badhti ko kabhi na eershya bhaav gharu

Rahe bhaavna aisi meri saral-satya vyavhaar karu

Bane jahan tak is jeevan mein aur ka upkaar karu

Translation:

I shall not be too proud nor shall I be angry towards anyone

I shall not be envious of anybody’s success

My behaviour shall be true and nice, This must be my feeling

As long as I shall live, I shall be helpful to others.

Being located very close to Qutub Minar, I wanted to come here while visiting Qutub Minar the previous weekend. I couldn’t as I was extremely exhausted. I am glad I came back here specifically to visit Ahinsa Sthal. I would have regretted not coming to this place.

The Tower of Victory

(Blog 2 from the series of blogs Delhi is Calling)

It was the first weekend in Delhi. Time to execute plans towards the “hidden agenda”. Time to go out and explore. Time to become tourists and keep internship aside for a while. As it turns out, that my internship partner was as interested as me to explore the city. Even though it was not the first time in Delhi for either of us, we had never visited many places. It was the perfect opportunity for both of us to explore this city.

For the first weekend, we chose a popular historic monument that was visible from the floor of our lab where we worked. A UNESCO World Heritage Site, made of red sandstone and 73 m in height, the top few floors of Qutub Minar were visible from our lab. The tower of victory was built in 1193 by Qutub-ud-din Aibak immediately after the defeat of Delhi’s last Hindu kingdom.

Boarded a metro from the nearest metro station, Hauz Khas to Qutub Minar station. It was my first time in Delhi Metro. At first, I was worried if I catch a wrong train or miss the right station to get down, but the whole process was pretty simple.

The tower stood there seemingly feeling proud of the victory in the memory of which it was built. Apart from the tower, a number of monuments and buildings that are historically significant and associated with the minaret surround it and the whole area forms part of the Qutub complex. The structures inside the complex include the Quwwat-ul-Islam Mosque, the Iron Pillar of Delhi, the Tomb of Imam Zamin, the Tomb of Iltutmish and Major Smith’s Cupola among others.

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The scorching heat exhausted us soon enough. Shade of trees also was not enough to protect us. Our energy drained soon and decided to return soon after having a glass of “Shikanji” (lime soda).

A Warm Welcome to Delhi, Literally

(Blog 1 from the series of blogs Delhi Delight)

In India, IITs and IITians are highly regarded. Getting accepted as an intern at IIT Delhi was undoubtedly a big achievement for an engineer – in – making like me. Obviously I was excited to work at one of the most premier institutes of the country. But I had a “hidden agenda” in my mind, the thought of which excited me even more.

Seated in the middle seat of an early morning flight from Bangalore, my hometown to Delhi, I struggled to get a glimpse of the dense cotton field-like clouds. The man who sat next to me, on the window seat was asleep. “What a waste of a precious seat!”, I thought, as I tried to click a picture of the heavens below. “They are just condensed water vapors, nothing heavenly about them”, the engineering mind of mine said to my artistic mind.

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I had about 2 hours of time kill. “Shall I sleep?”, I thought. “Lol, No!”. I don’t like to sleep while travelling. As they say, and I agree, “The journey is far more enjoyable than the destination itself”. However this time it was not completely true. The journey was enjoyable, yes, but not far more than the destination. After all, once at the destination I would be working towards my “hidden agenda”. My internship partner, let’s call her Ms. D, was also from Bangalore and had reached Delhi a day before me. I wondered if my internship partner had the same agenda in her mind as I did.

I haven’t revealed what my “hidden agenda” was, did I? If I would have revealed it in the beginning itself, it wouldn’t really be “hidden”. My plan was to use this opportunity of interning in Delhi to explore the city as much as possible. Delhi is a popular tourist destination, with points of interest ranging from historical places to places of cosmopolitan nature. I had been to Delhi many times before this, but had not seen so many tourist sites. This time I wanted to go to tick off as many places as possible from my to-visit list that I had made in my mind. I wondered if I’ll get enough free time to visit all the places in my list.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we have landed at Indira Gandhi International Airport Terminal 3, New Delhi 10 minutes ahead of our scheduled arrival. You can now use your mobile phones. The outside temperature is 45 degrees Celsius. Collect your baggage at belt number 6…….” and other announcements followed.

The words “45 degrees” left a chill down my spine. As expected the temperature was soaring high. I thought for a second if my decision to intern at Delhi in the month of June was a good one. It was going to be one long and hot stay there. I am a native of Delhi, but have been staying in Bangalore for quite long. The soaring high temperatures of Delhi are too far off from Bangalore climate.

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Terminal 3 of IGI Airport is the international terminal. However, a few domestic flights also do land here. I have been quite lucky to have been on those domestic flights more than once. The mysterious hand gestures at the Terminal 3 always intrigued me. On Googling, I found that they are the various hand gestures of the Indian dances and are known as mudras. How thoughtful of the designer, greeting the foreign visitors to Delhi with a touch of Indian culture.

As I collected my bag and exited the terminal, a gust of warm loo was ready to welcome me. It was indeed a warm welcome to Delhi, literally.