A journey to the heart of India. I’m in the passenger seat of a tricycle near the Friday Mosque in New Delhi. Mad traffic, silent horns. Exhaust smoke and air pollution mask in my mouth blackened. We’ve been in the same place for half an hour. I ask Risha, who rides her bike, “When does it open?. It just makes a sound with a heartbreaker. He has given up this life and wants to reincarnate as soon as possible. Fortunately, our speed is 1 km per hour. Let me watch a little around. Sidewalk flood of people; Sikh, Parsi, Afghan, whatever you call.
I’m looking at the street food that goes snatching. I’m so hungry. I’ve eaten ants, worms, locusts in the past. I stretch my head off the bike and look at the peddlers’ cars. The scene where the Indian police searched my mother for siniz you can take your son’s ashes out of the Delhi Crematorium belir appears before me. How good did I leave it, but should I start smoking again?
Should I strangle Risha and end her ordeal? When thinking about these things, it is clear that the famous mantra is logical. Mm Omm omm, ”he finally tried to relax, our last stop is the Friday Mosque. The back of the car in front of me is painted green, white and red; dear to the colors of Italy. I close my eyes and imagine myself in Ravello, Positano. How can a person’s favorite place be India when Italy exists? I entered the heart of India by train and sought the answer to this question. Let’s start with the Istanbul-Mumbai flight.
For a ride on the flying carpet, such as Sinbad, separate the seat on the right side of the aircraft. Watch the blazing oil wells of Arbil, Sulaymaniyah, Najaf, Baghdad, Kuwait, Doha, Dubai, Abu Dhabi. In every city, your heart will be wiggling, you will dream very strange. When it comes to the Indian Ocean, you can have a sweet sleep.
How did Bombay become Mumbai?
It’s 6:00 in the morning and people are scattering all over Mumbai. It is India’s most populous city, which will surpass China by over one and a half billion in 2040. Its population is 20 million. The center of culture and entertainment. Bollywood takes its name from the mixture of Hollywood and Bombay. Bombay is the old name here. Powder soil, combined with the dim yellow of the sun, touches gothic buildings from the British. People lean on the trunks of banyan trees. The park in the middle of the city has a huge cricket ground. “We didn’t break up with the British, we love them, Rehber says the guide.
Rose Rain and Indian Nobility
The next morning we take the train and visit the open air mosques of Gujarat. Green parrots are flying on the walls. Sandstone yellow, ponds, trees, bougainvillea in the garden refreshes me. Indians came to the mosque gardens to find peace. 80 percent of the country’s Hindu, but they keep mosques on hand. We were greeted with roses thrown from the balcony at the Lakshmi Vilas Palace, where the kings once lived.
It’s amazing to go in a rain of roses! Do what you want to experience. There are also pictures of the legendary painter Raja Ravi Varma in the palace. The Indians called the most beautiful women gibi like it came from the brush of Ravi Varma ”. Racastan next. Udaypur racas, their kings, settled on the edge of a lake to be away from the Turkish-Indian emperors. When India was founded in 1947, the state did not touch the family fortune of some maharacalar. Those who do not work have gone bankrupt, have exhausted their legacy in casinos, jet set lives. The smart ones turned their palaces into a hotel like this.
Journey from blue city to pink city
The Castle of Chitor and the Fateh Prakaj Palace and Udaypur resemble Monte Carlo. I’m looking at photos at the palace. The Maharaja’s carriage is attracted by zebras, imagine the rest! It is interesting that Indians get bored of this dazzling culture and have a wedding in Belek. It is the place where we meet elephant from Antalya Airport.
A list that will not be forgotten until death
Drinking wine on the outskirts of Mihrangargh Fortress, watching the sun set in the blue city of Codpur is on my list lar they will not be forgotten until they die ’. Then we do exquisite cashmere and silk shopping in the pink city of Caypur. The vendors are wonderfully cool. “Richard Gere bought a thousand of these last month, biri says one. The same seller insisted, “Isn’t this the real cashmere pashmina?”
Obviously lied, but the cuk sat. After shopping we go to the Caygarh Fort. Even a breach on the walls could not be opened eagle nest. In the past, the feudal landlord racputs, the Indian knights, lived here. You can feel the traces of the military in these castles, but also the sweet life. The guests have laid bamboo sticks on the walls of the fountain. They squeeze water and perfume from the sticks and spread the scent around. Obviously, the East’s dolce vita is damaged.
Final in New Delhi
And we’re at the end of the tour. I see the Gandhi Monument and the Gate of India, and I ride a tricycle at the Masjid Mosque, at the beginning of the summer. Now, back to that question … Did I fall in love with India despite all the poverty and difficulties? I’m not gonna lie to you so the article ends with a happy ending. I’m not sure if I want to come across some extra things to be sad about when I have so many problems in my own country.
If I have to make a choice, I’il probably vote for Italy. But I’m not soulless. We need to be blind not to see the magnitude, the depth of the event here. Faruk Pekin, a tourism guru whose favorite country is India, wrote in a letter to us: “India is a very special place. Instead of judging it, try to understand. Hindistan India is a huge explosion created by humanity with festivals, religions, songs, dances, colorful clothes, endless smiles that catch your eyes in great poverty. He’il be waiting for you when you’re ready.
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