India, 2024
8 am. We are on the Gatimaan Express train at Nizamuddin railway station in New Delhi, awaiting the departure for Agra. We arrived from Heathrow on Sunday (31st) to New Delhi on Virgin Atlantic. We paid a bit extra for Premium Economy and it was definitely worth it: comfortable seats, generous legroom, friendly service and excellent vegan meals. After the 9-hour overnight flight, we transferred without any problems to our hotel, the Crowne Plaza Okhla in South Delhi. We had an afternoon swim, a nap, drinks with the other 20 or so people on the tour, and dinner.
The tour is a package by Great Rail Journeys, taking in Highlights of India and the Golden Triangle. It is our treat to celebrate our 10th anniversary, and is [name]’s first visit to India. The tour began properly yesterday, with an excursion around Old Delhi, starting at the Jama Masjid (the Mosque of Friday), built from 1644 to 1658 during the reign of Shahjahan, and now the second largest mosque on the Indian subcontinent. During major celebrations like Eid, the courtyard can accommodate 25,000 people. Next, we took a pedal rickshaw ride through the narrow alleyways of Old Delhi, bustling with traders, recalling scenes from Shantaram (albeit that was set in Mumbai).
We also visited the cremation site, temporary home and assassination site of Mahatma Gandhi. The memorial home sketched out his life, including his time as a lawyer in South Africa and the UK. It is clear how these experiences of fighting for justice shaped his philosophy and peaceful resistance approach, which became so effective in leading the independence movement in India. I remember reading his autobiography in my 20s and being inspired. We also visited a Kashmir carpet store and Humayun’s Tomb, built around 1570 by the widow of the second Mughal Emperor and providing a template for the Taj Mahal that was built later.
The history of the city dates back around 5,000 years, with evidence of over 20 settlements having been built and destroyed over that period. The city that we recognise as Old Delhi was founded by Mughal Emperor Shah Jahan in 1639 as Shahjahanabad. In fact, the Mughals were misidentified as coming from Mongolia, whereas they were from Uzbekistan. Delhi remained the capital of the Mughal Empire until its fall in 1857, when the British Raj took over. The building of New Delhi began in 1911 and was inaugurated in 1931.
9.30 am. I am seated next to the pool in the leafy garden of the Ranthambhore Regency. The temperature is 29C, although it feels cooler in the shade. We arrived yesterday on a train from Bharatpur to Sawai Madhopur, which took about 2.5 hours. The two train journeys have been surprisingly comfortable and efficient, albeit that the Bharatpur platform was still under construction, or rather mid-upgrade. The main difference, as compared with trains in Europe, is the regular parade of stewards up and down the aisle selling tea, soft drinks, snacks and meals.
In the morning, ahead of our train trip, we visited a wholesaler of marble furniture and crafts, all exquisitely inlaid with semi-precious stones. We bought a beautiful coffee table and coasters with floral designs, and a jewellery box. The artistry and craftsmanship is truly remarkable. We then visited the Fatehpur Sikri, a red sandstone complex built by the Mughal Emperor Akbar in the 16th century. It is a cautionary tale of the impacts of climate, since it was abandoned after about 15 years when the water ran out.
The previous day, after taking the train from New Delhi to Agra, we visited Agra fort, the seat of power for three generations of Mughal Emperors until 1638. And then we visited the Taj Mahal, the iconic token of love built by the emperor Shah Jahan between 1632 and 1643 as a tomb for his late wife, Mumtaz Mahal. The gleaming white marble domes and minarets, the symmetrical design and the green gardens and blue reflective pools give the complex a dream-like quality.
After the obligatory photo-taking and walk around and within the gigantic mausoleum ([name] was surprised that it was basically an empty building, unused except for housing two tombs – Shah Jahan himself was later buried there beside her), we found a quiet bench beneath some shady trees, removed our shoes, and soaked in the tranquil atmosphere, with green parrots squawking and striped squirrels darting around. Apparently 20,000 artisans worked on the Taj Mahal, with much of the Mughal’s wealth coming from securing and taxing the spice trade routes through India. While one cannot but be in awe of such displays of splendour, I find myself wishing to connect with India’s more ancient, pre-Mughal history and culture.
Diary entry, 3 April 2024
Our safari drive in Ranthambore National Park on Friday afternoon (5th) took place in sight of the eponymous hilltop fort, which encloses 102 hectares and dates back to the 5th century, when it was built by the Yadava King Jayant. As expected, we spotted macaques, Sambar deer, chital (spotted deer), crocodiles and peacocks. The tigers remained elusive until we neared the end of our drive. Then a female was seen padding along a dry, rocky creek about 15 metres from the road. She paused to drink from a small pool and then sauntered on and out of sight.
The sighting was a rare delight. When I was a teenager, the tiger was my favourite animal and I had a velvet painting of one on my wall, which Mom had painted. They are such majestic creatures and it is sad to think that they were almost hunted and marginalised to extinction. In 1900 there were around 100,000 tigers in India, but by 1972 there were fewer than 2,000 left. Today, after tireless conservation efforts, and the economic incentive of ecotourism, they have recovered to just over 3,500.
We had a second, early morning drive on Saturday, where we saw a mother and three cubs resting on the hillside, perhaps 500 metres away. Although the close encounter of the previous day was more thrilling, I liked that the tigers are able to live unharassed in their habitat, since the safari vehicles are not allowed to leave the dirt roads to pursue them. As I noted in a comment on my LinkedIn post, “these are moments that make life magical”. I will always remember the rainstorm after that first sighting, when we all got happily soaked on the open air jeep.
On Saturday afternoon we drove to Jaipur, stopping at a street market before making our way to the hotel (Hyatt Palace Jaipur Malviya Nagar). The market was a welcome escape from our tourist bubble, and at least gave us a sense of the hustle and bustle of life for ordinary Indians. Yesterday, our exploration of the so called Pink City included the Amber Fort and the City Palace, both impressive in their scale and architectural designs, but perhaps one fort and palace too many. [Name] was deeply upset at the elephants being ridden by tourists up the fort, and her tears made me love her even more. Empathy for animals is sadly not very common in the world today. More happily, we both came away from the palace with henna tattoos on our hands – mine an elephant and [name]’s a floral design.
Diary entry, 8 April 2024
Back home. Our last day in Mumbai was a nice counterbalance to all the historical sites we visited in other parts of India. This is a modern city, booming and bursting at the seams. We started with a dawn walking tour of the fish market in Colaba, and subsequently walked around the fruit and vegetable market and the fresh flower market. Since it was the Hindu New Year, the latter was especially vibrant. The traders are the real heart of any city.
In the afternoon, we went to the Mani Bhavan Gandhi museum, the Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus (a train station modelled on St Pancras in London), the Gateway of India and the Mahalaxmi Dhobi Ghat, a 140-year old open air laundromat, which washes and dries tens of thousands of garments from all around the city each day. The previous evening, we had also strolled along the Colaba coastal promenade, where hundreds gather in the evening to sit on the sea wall and socialise.
Reflecting on the whole trip, I’m glad we managed to do it, especially for our 10-year anniversary. I think it fulfilled a long-held wish of [name]’s, and I learned more about India’s culture and history than was possible during my previous working visits. Seeing the wild tigers was probably the highlight for me. I also enjoyed reawakening the sights, sounds and smells evoked so powerfully in Shantaram, which I listened to on audiobook during the tour. I noticed a great sense of pride and progress in the country. Certainly it will emerge as a superpower in the 21st century.
Diary entry, 12 April 2024
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