This was a day of lot of walking. We started by taking metro to Connaught Place, which is Delhi commercial centre and is representative for its colonial architecture. It is made up of a central circle and several circles around it and has many streets radiating from the central circle. Quite nice.
We walked to the famous India Gate from there. This is 42 metres high memorial, which reminds the arc de triomphe. It is dedicated to the Indian colonial army soldiers who fought in the First World War. We continued from there along Rajpath, which is a nice alley starting from India Gate and ending with governmental buildings and the president’s palace. Half way towards the other end of Rajpath, we stopped at the National Museum for several hours and educated ourselves about the last 5000 years of India’s history. It had quite rich exhibition of artefacts of early Indus valley civilisations (such as Harappan Civilisation) and of the early years of Buddhism. For instance, it was quite interesting to see that the earliest figures of Buddha have lots of similarities with ancient Greek figures, in particular the dressing and hair.
After quite a long visit to the museum, we continued walking along Rajpath, around the president’s palace the neighbourhood and in the districts, where the really wealthy people (judges and high politicians) reside. It was all clean and neat and felt almost like Singapore.
We ended the day with a nice dinner with Nakul sharing our experiences of India. Nakul briefed us of the real estate prices in “the bold and the beautifuls’” neighbourhoods – millions of US dollars. At the same time, a few blocks further, people live on streets in extreme poverty. The contrast between the rich and the poor are more apparent and more extreme in India than in any other place I’ve been to so far. It kind of feels that it is only question of time for the two extremes clash. But at the same time, India has a democratically elected regime, so it is different from the situation in the Middle East.
It also feels in India that life is a constant fight and there’s little politeness or respect toward others. It is quite apparent in the traffic – no motor vehicle ever gives way to a pedestrian, no one ever gives way to changing lines, etc. But it’s also apparent for instance when visiting the museums – everybody tries to push ahead in queues for security check, stepping on other people’s way when taking pictures or stepping on other people’s toes is a normal thing, etc. It feels so rude and against normal rules of social co-existence for me. But this seems to be just part of the overall chaos in India. Hence, the rule seems to be that forget about being nice, if you want to survive India.
Another rule that we soon learned – being a pedestrian is punishable. Pavement bricks are often about a half metre high, which makes it quite a good work out to cross roads. Zebra crossings have no meaning what so ever. They often end with lawn, the high pavement bricks in the middle of the road, with a fence or simply in the middle of an expressway. According to Nakul, zebra crossings were painted on the roads quite randomly before Commonwealth Games, just to make the city look more orderly. Pavements are generally good for parking or having a bazaar, etc.
We were also quite surprised by the poor level of English of the locals (e.g. service personnel in busses). As India is a former British colony, English used to be widely spoken, but probably not by all groups of the society. When applying to foreign universities, I’ve often noticed that while applicants of other nations are required to prove their English with Toefl (or other similar tests), Indians are exempted from this requirement. Based on our experiences in India with many of the locals, who spoke hardly any English at all, I felt that this exemption was quite unfair.
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