Lets say this year sucked! However, I am thankful to many things. I am thankful for my parents, my siblings, my brood of nephews and 1 niece... I am thankful for my extended family ...my aunts, uncles and cousins...I am thankful for a husband who understands me or alteast tries to..( I am quite difficult to get along with..let alone spend 15yrs with..)and I am thankful for my naughty yet very very very good kids. I love them to pieces.
I am thankful for the people I work with, they are my family in my family's absence. I am thankful for a few chosen friends and a few acquaintances..you all know who you are...so no names being droped here..lol
Most of all I am thankful to GOD. I have faith and that is what makes me stronger. Those of you that know me, know that I am not a religious person at all, but I am a strong believer in One GOD and I have my utmost faith in him.
Hope 2009 is a better year than 2008!!
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
Compassion...where is it these days?
I read the email, and gasped..my eyes could not believe I was getting a lecture on how fortunate I am, compared to the rest of the world that is suffering! Where was the compassion? I felt like..I was discarded like a has been, someone just knocked me down and said...get up..without extending their hand for support.
That's it!! I was looking for moral support..additional support. I don't know why I bother sometimes. I guess, I care way too much! I shouldn't..but I just do. Raj tells me not to let little things like that bother me...but IT just does! I don't know how to discard it, discard those that aren't important to me anymore...
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
pain
When it comes to pain, I am known to have zero tolerance, and right now I am in pain! How do I tolerate it, I don’t know!
I remember Dr. Vaisaiwala for my childhood days and his little pretty packaged pills, often color coordinated. I hate pills and syrupy meds the most. As a child, I would take them out back on the balcony at Fidvi Mahal and toss them.
I was an expert at tossing them…until I got caught.. that wasn’t fun at all, got yelled at by Mana Auntie and Abbas was not far behind taunting me. Those were the days, even in the torment of it all…it was fun! That was it, from then on any pills or meds..my mom would monitor them like a hawk or stick J on me to make sure I would take them and not toss them.
Here today when I take my hydrocodone, I choke for a minute and swallow it painstakingly. It numbs the pain temporarily but gives me this lethargic feeling. I don’t like it. Shari asks me often to share the love…I kindly response by saying…”I am counting them when I leave..” LOL :))
I remember Dr. Vaisaiwala for my childhood days and his little pretty packaged pills, often color coordinated. I hate pills and syrupy meds the most. As a child, I would take them out back on the balcony at Fidvi Mahal and toss them.
I was an expert at tossing them…until I got caught.. that wasn’t fun at all, got yelled at by Mana Auntie and Abbas was not far behind taunting me. Those were the days, even in the torment of it all…it was fun! That was it, from then on any pills or meds..my mom would monitor them like a hawk or stick J on me to make sure I would take them and not toss them.
Here today when I take my hydrocodone, I choke for a minute and swallow it painstakingly. It numbs the pain temporarily but gives me this lethargic feeling. I don’t like it. Shari asks me often to share the love…I kindly response by saying…”I am counting them when I leave..” LOL :))
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Time
Time is like the waters of a raging river, it’s on a one way journey to the deep dark abyss of the vast oceans…amidst the churning currents it disappears never to reappear again.
A moment, an era, a generation. What does time possess that we yearn for more? As Humans we are never satisfied, so time is never enough. We bicker and bitch about how little of this and how little of that! Well do we ever think about the time that we really spend complaining, is the time we lost.
I am not saying that I am complaint free, heck I complain enough for my share and maybe more than enough sometimes. I look at all those things I take for granted because I don’t have time or make time for it and wonder why I ponder in the unknown when I can spend my time efficiently and take charge of my life now!
Having too much time on hand we complain and too little we complain!! We are never pleased with all we have and when we are pleased we find excuses to be fearful. Fear of losing, fear of achieving too much, fear of life, and fear of death and then there are our so called phobias. I have a few of those…won’t write which ones, I don’t want to be vulnerable, to be totally exposed. There has to me some mystery, some intrigue, and some Wow moment!
I feel as though I am rambling off, as an insomniac what else do I have to do? I am therefore I must!
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Hump Day!
I miss a friend when it comes to Hump Day!..no pun intended. He'd greet me with, "Morning Mubs..Wednesday..HUMP DAY!"
It was a typical morning at the Vohra household...Awwallyn yelling at Shuara for running late..offcourse that all starts after my cold and warm hugs & kisses. Always a pleasure.
All was going as well as it could on a hump day, until Nance told me of the terror attacks in Bombay..sorry Mumbai! Right away I thought it probably had to do with some islamic terrorist faction...pull up FoxNews..and guess what I am right! I hate it!! Right away I start thinking of those poor souls who are either dead or hurt..and those still in the mess. Those responsible should be brought to justice and without pointing fingers. The people of Mumbai have to stand together leaving aside the difference of religion, cast and creed. Work together as one India!
Bombay always brings me back to good memories and old days. Time has been quite cruel, we have all drifted apart. Emotional and geographical distances has made it even more difficult. Well, I accept that time moves on., and so must we!
It was a typical morning at the Vohra household...Awwallyn yelling at Shuara for running late..offcourse that all starts after my cold and warm hugs & kisses. Always a pleasure.
All was going as well as it could on a hump day, until Nance told me of the terror attacks in Bombay..sorry Mumbai! Right away I thought it probably had to do with some islamic terrorist faction...pull up FoxNews..and guess what I am right! I hate it!! Right away I start thinking of those poor souls who are either dead or hurt..and those still in the mess. Those responsible should be brought to justice and without pointing fingers. The people of Mumbai have to stand together leaving aside the difference of religion, cast and creed. Work together as one India!
Bombay always brings me back to good memories and old days. Time has been quite cruel, we have all drifted apart. Emotional and geographical distances has made it even more difficult. Well, I accept that time moves on., and so must we!
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Beginning...
"Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak; courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen"_Winston Churchill.
I seem to have no courage at all when it comes to speaking up for myself, so I use my journal or this blog to ward off my rants.
I have a wierd relationship with sleep, it eludes me when I need it the most and beckons me when I don't! Woke up to Awwallyn's cold tiny hands around me in an early morning embrace as always from her and a peck on the cheek..her lips were cold too! I hugged her back and asked to be left alone for 15 mins or so...no avail to that, Shuara popped in with her warm hugs and kisses too! :)
I seem to have no courage at all when it comes to speaking up for myself, so I use my journal or this blog to ward off my rants.
I have a wierd relationship with sleep, it eludes me when I need it the most and beckons me when I don't! Woke up to Awwallyn's cold tiny hands around me in an early morning embrace as always from her and a peck on the cheek..her lips were cold too! I hugged her back and asked to be left alone for 15 mins or so...no avail to that, Shuara popped in with her warm hugs and kisses too! :)
There goes my 15mins of sleep...oh! can I just take a pill and sleep until I can't sleep.. I want sleep until the sun sets and the moon rises..sleep beyond that...if only it were possible?! Got up, got dressed and out the door in 45 mins....I think I just drove until I got to my destination...I stopped at a couple of school crossings and a few red lights..here begins my Tuesday November 25th...
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
an old memory
Mum calls," it’s time for school, you'll miss the bus..." regretfully I drag myself down the dreaded 90 steps and out the door. Sling the newly purchased backpack on my shoulders and walk to the bus stop. Awaiting there amidst of 20-30 kids I find my group..ooos & ahhhs later we compare our newly acquired items..just like last year. My backpack (thank you mum) is the latest..Do they know how ziddi I was to get it? :) back then I always got what I wanted!!
Bus arrives..we get on in and on our way.. the bus makes several stops to haul in some more kids..finally we arrive at school...our school. Barely on the edge of the city, our school shares a common wall with a cemetery where my grandparents and countless other relatives are six feet under(rip)...I don't think it ever scared me. I would often find myself wondering where my grave would end up. I had a spot picked out...under this huge Imlee Tree...wonder if the tree still stands there?
Our school was huge...3 stories high and it was KG-12 grade...and was it noisy...
Today the smell of everything new engulfs me...
New Uniforms
New Backpacks
New Shoes
New Socks
New Books
New Canteen & Lunch Box
New Pens, Pencils... I got Sheaffer Pen, a Pilot & a boxed set of Pen & Pencil too.. and offcourse my favorite Natraj eraser too!
Meet & greet, see the boy I have had the biggest crush on and avoid him. New strategy this year. Let’s see if he notices...he did!
Assigned classed & roll call...oh! It was so boot camp like...regular routine...assignments of classes, teachers, lunch hour and phy ed...pretty soon it was 6pm…and time to haul on to the buses again. I hated routine and still do...unfortunately school was essential to me, for me, for my existence. Even at that young age I had plans…plans to leave and never look back...and I didn't!
Translations:
Ziddi= Stubborn
Imlee= Tamarind
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Bumming around in Delhi...
Tea and a light breakfast later we greet Zartaj and he lays out our day with some room to breath and take detours if needed.
Our ride in a CNG Rickshaw was brief and we arrived at Cannaught Place. The famed CP for Delhiites, looks like a shopping district comprised of in line stores and a mix of street kiosks. The layout is of crescent shape and keeps array to sharp corners. Interesting, reminds me of B’bay’s Crawford Market with an oomph.
We also went to Jan path where we bargained for Kurta’s and some nick knacks. I bought some key chains to add to my key chain collection, some trinkets for friends and acquaintances. It was fun going from one kiosk to another to see the all the different items. We eat some famous snack there, but I don't remember what it was...what was it? It was nap time by the time we returned to our hotel. We bathe, took a quick nap and headed out for a stroll.
Our girls had seen a movie theatre on our way in and they insisted we go catch a flick. Lo behold, it was a Amitabh Bachchan film, Family I think. Our kids love him and it is more of a mutual feeling in our family. We all love him. Our girls don’t really understand the movies in Hindi, but reading subtitles and the songs of Indian movies are to their liking. Shuara tries to emulate the dances sometimes. The tickets were 75 rupees each, kids calculated it to our currency and exclaimed..”wow mum, its cheap!” I waited for Raj to give them a lecture, but he must have been too excited to see AB on big screen after a decade, he ignored the comment and move along. We had to leave our digital camera behind with the usher, who assured us we’d get it back intact., which we did. The movie wasn’t that bad, I can’t stand Akshay Kumar and the songs were blah!!
After the movie we headed out to eat, we eat at Jawaharlal’s again..I had wanted my butter chicken but Raj insisted I try something else…as “butter” chicken is not quite good for my health. He is right about it… and I tried a new dish..tandoori chicken with plain rice. It was OK. We headed out to see the city again. I wanted to take a ride in those cycle rickshaw and as always..my wish was granted. It was Raj & I, girls and Husa. It was 10pm or so and we finally decided to tackle "Chandi Chowk"!
Chandni Chowk runs through the Lahore Gate or Darwazza of the Red Fort to Fatehpuri Masjid. Even this late in the evening it appears to be all congested, but much better than yesterday morning. It is all surreal to us, can you imagine what it must have been like back in the days of the Mughal Empire, or in the days during Independence movement. It holds such an historical character. All the buildings have their own identity. The rickshaw guy Manu tells us that there are several famous havelis here. Wish it wasn’t late at night; I would have loved to have seen one. Manu tells us how the intricate narrow lanes are. Manu warns us that newbies can get lost within them easily, but then again when in Chandi Chowk ask anyone for direction and they will guide you to your destination.
The narrow lanes have many many shops, all are either closed or are in midst of closing. The shops here comprise of a various nature selling anything from saris, books, shoes, leather goods, sweets, spices to name a few. There were paan shops too. We tried a paan, it was fine I guess. The girls didn’t care for it much. They spit it right out! It was getting a bit brisk and my short sleeve tee-shirt wasn’t keeping me warm any more. The nights in Delhi in mid January are cold. We came by Haldiram’s and wow my jaw just dropped. It was a sweet shop; the entire building was a sweet shop!! Our pantry back home in Wisconsin is always stocked with Haldiram’s Rasgullas and Gulab Jamuns. Too bad they were closed too! I would have loved their Jalebis. Our girls were expecting to see K3G’s Chandi Chowk, more to their surprise it was nothing like it, but Shuara remembered the tongue twister…off course when she said it, it sounded more like chandu chacha chamchi chandi chatee...made us laugh.
Manu took us through the chowk and headed through one of the galis back to our Hotel. We encountered a wedding procession on the way and boy was it interesting to actually get caught up in one, a band, live music, dancers, a groom, a beautiful bride, firecrackers and all. Only in India! It was a good day spent; tomorrow we head out early morning to Agra & Fatehpur Sikri and I'd better get some zzzs!
the tongue twister from above:
Chandu ke chacha ne
Chandu ki chachi ko
Chandni Chowk mein
Chandni raat mein
Chaandi ke chamach se
Chatni chatayi
Our ride in a CNG Rickshaw was brief and we arrived at Cannaught Place. The famed CP for Delhiites, looks like a shopping district comprised of in line stores and a mix of street kiosks. The layout is of crescent shape and keeps array to sharp corners. Interesting, reminds me of B’bay’s Crawford Market with an oomph.
We also went to Jan path where we bargained for Kurta’s and some nick knacks. I bought some key chains to add to my key chain collection, some trinkets for friends and acquaintances. It was fun going from one kiosk to another to see the all the different items. We eat some famous snack there, but I don't remember what it was...what was it? It was nap time by the time we returned to our hotel. We bathe, took a quick nap and headed out for a stroll.
Our girls had seen a movie theatre on our way in and they insisted we go catch a flick. Lo behold, it was a Amitabh Bachchan film, Family I think. Our kids love him and it is more of a mutual feeling in our family. We all love him. Our girls don’t really understand the movies in Hindi, but reading subtitles and the songs of Indian movies are to their liking. Shuara tries to emulate the dances sometimes. The tickets were 75 rupees each, kids calculated it to our currency and exclaimed..”wow mum, its cheap!” I waited for Raj to give them a lecture, but he must have been too excited to see AB on big screen after a decade, he ignored the comment and move along. We had to leave our digital camera behind with the usher, who assured us we’d get it back intact., which we did. The movie wasn’t that bad, I can’t stand Akshay Kumar and the songs were blah!!
After the movie we headed out to eat, we eat at Jawaharlal’s again..I had wanted my butter chicken but Raj insisted I try something else…as “butter” chicken is not quite good for my health. He is right about it… and I tried a new dish..tandoori chicken with plain rice. It was OK. We headed out to see the city again. I wanted to take a ride in those cycle rickshaw and as always..my wish was granted. It was Raj & I, girls and Husa. It was 10pm or so and we finally decided to tackle "Chandi Chowk"!
Chandni Chowk runs through the Lahore Gate or Darwazza of the Red Fort to Fatehpuri Masjid. Even this late in the evening it appears to be all congested, but much better than yesterday morning. It is all surreal to us, can you imagine what it must have been like back in the days of the Mughal Empire, or in the days during Independence movement. It holds such an historical character. All the buildings have their own identity. The rickshaw guy Manu tells us that there are several famous havelis here. Wish it wasn’t late at night; I would have loved to have seen one. Manu tells us how the intricate narrow lanes are. Manu warns us that newbies can get lost within them easily, but then again when in Chandi Chowk ask anyone for direction and they will guide you to your destination.
The narrow lanes have many many shops, all are either closed or are in midst of closing. The shops here comprise of a various nature selling anything from saris, books, shoes, leather goods, sweets, spices to name a few. There were paan shops too. We tried a paan, it was fine I guess. The girls didn’t care for it much. They spit it right out! It was getting a bit brisk and my short sleeve tee-shirt wasn’t keeping me warm any more. The nights in Delhi in mid January are cold. We came by Haldiram’s and wow my jaw just dropped. It was a sweet shop; the entire building was a sweet shop!! Our pantry back home in Wisconsin is always stocked with Haldiram’s Rasgullas and Gulab Jamuns. Too bad they were closed too! I would have loved their Jalebis. Our girls were expecting to see K3G’s Chandi Chowk, more to their surprise it was nothing like it, but Shuara remembered the tongue twister…off course when she said it, it sounded more like chandu chacha chamchi chandi chatee...made us laugh.
Manu took us through the chowk and headed through one of the galis back to our Hotel. We encountered a wedding procession on the way and boy was it interesting to actually get caught up in one, a band, live music, dancers, a groom, a beautiful bride, firecrackers and all. Only in India! It was a good day spent; tomorrow we head out early morning to Agra & Fatehpur Sikri and I'd better get some zzzs!
the tongue twister from above:
Chandu ke chacha ne
Chandu ki chachi ko
Chandni Chowk mein
Chandni raat mein
Chaandi ke chamach se
Chatni chatayi
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Delhi, Agra....
The guide arrives at 7:30am..we are on vacation aren't we?..I want to sleep in!!
Our stops: Red Fort, Lotus Temple, Chandini Chowk, India Gate, Jantar Mantar & Qutub Minar.
Delhi is not only the historic city but also quite rich in its architectural interests dating back to the Mughal Empire.
Red Fort Massive, Red and a Fort!
Closed due to the preparations for Republic Day..booohoo :0
Chandni Chowk Crowded & Chaotic
We passed it for later
India Gate Reminds me of New York! Barricaded with bleachers set up for the parade and all….are we going to get ot see something at all?
Raj Ghat & the Parliament Closed …seriously is anything going to be accessible to visitors like us. Why didn’t anyone in Baroda tell us that we’d run into these problems. WHY?
Lotus Temple Beautiful, Pure and Sarene.
It was peaceful and cool inside. No idols in sight.
Ishkon Temple Got voted out. It was getting too late and Shuara was heat stricken. Something cool for her before she faints.
Qutub Minar At first glance all I can say is WOW! It was completed in the 13th century.
Can one grasp what it must have taken to build a minaret of this stature?
Manpower, materials and zero technological instruments that we have in today’s age. Yet, it looks flawless.
I did notice that a lot of the other structures around had either been neglected or have succumbed to the environment. At one point the girls were leaning on something that we later found out, were graves. I took a lot of pictures and the ones I am in are not as good. Not that I don’t make a good subject or maybe it was the photographer’s fault. Who know?
Jantar Mantar, we were a bit late. 125 rupee bribe plus regular tickets later we were let in. Its Red, big and neglected. The guide told us that it still can tell time even with all the modern buildings around. What an amazing feat?, A Giant Sun Dial in the middle of a busy hustle bustle of a metropolis. Some more pictures later I was too tired to walk and was too hot. Some how it was humid and muggy in the city.
We got back to the hotel, all tired and grungy looking from a days worth of tourist stops. Our white shirts and jeans had red stains from Jantar Mantar. I so needed to take a long bath. I insisted we go to eat later and as always I won. We bathe, took a quick nap and then headed out to eat. Moti Mahal was the destination and my favorite butter chicken again. I liked Jawarlal’s better and the naan was much better there too!
We are to just bum around tomorrow and see a little more of the city. Raj’s promised me some shopping. We’ve the air on and Raj’s in deep slumber already. I am watching Zee TV. It’s an old flick with Rajesh Khanna and Hema Malini, until slumber arrives..good night :)
Our stops: Red Fort, Lotus Temple, Chandini Chowk, India Gate, Jantar Mantar & Qutub Minar.
Delhi is not only the historic city but also quite rich in its architectural interests dating back to the Mughal Empire.
Red Fort Massive, Red and a Fort!
Closed due to the preparations for Republic Day..booohoo :0
Chandni Chowk Crowded & Chaotic
We passed it for later
India Gate Reminds me of New York! Barricaded with bleachers set up for the parade and all….are we going to get ot see something at all?
Raj Ghat & the Parliament Closed …seriously is anything going to be accessible to visitors like us. Why didn’t anyone in Baroda tell us that we’d run into these problems. WHY?
Lotus Temple Beautiful, Pure and Sarene.
It was peaceful and cool inside. No idols in sight.
Ishkon Temple Got voted out. It was getting too late and Shuara was heat stricken. Something cool for her before she faints.
Qutub Minar At first glance all I can say is WOW! It was completed in the 13th century.
Can one grasp what it must have taken to build a minaret of this stature?
Manpower, materials and zero technological instruments that we have in today’s age. Yet, it looks flawless.
I did notice that a lot of the other structures around had either been neglected or have succumbed to the environment. At one point the girls were leaning on something that we later found out, were graves. I took a lot of pictures and the ones I am in are not as good. Not that I don’t make a good subject or maybe it was the photographer’s fault. Who know?
Jantar Mantar, we were a bit late. 125 rupee bribe plus regular tickets later we were let in. Its Red, big and neglected. The guide told us that it still can tell time even with all the modern buildings around. What an amazing feat?, A Giant Sun Dial in the middle of a busy hustle bustle of a metropolis. Some more pictures later I was too tired to walk and was too hot. Some how it was humid and muggy in the city.
We got back to the hotel, all tired and grungy looking from a days worth of tourist stops. Our white shirts and jeans had red stains from Jantar Mantar. I so needed to take a long bath. I insisted we go to eat later and as always I won. We bathe, took a quick nap and then headed out to eat. Moti Mahal was the destination and my favorite butter chicken again. I liked Jawarlal’s better and the naan was much better there too!
We are to just bum around tomorrow and see a little more of the city. Raj’s promised me some shopping. We’ve the air on and Raj’s in deep slumber already. I am watching Zee TV. It’s an old flick with Rajesh Khanna and Hema Malini, until slumber arrives..good night :)
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Delhi, Agra...etc!
We get to Delhi around 10am on Jan 17th 2006. We hail a CNG Rickshaw to Dariyagunj, we get to the Hotel, and not having any IDs on us are unable to get a room.We were told by "people" in Baroda to leave our IDs in Baroda. We were stupid enough to listen to them! Asgi comes to our rescue and knows the mayor of Delhi's son who gets us the best hotel in Dariyagunj. Thank you Zartaj! :)
Delhi in January is quite warm for us. Its noisy, crowded and funky smelling. We bathe, take quick nap and head out to see Jamah Masjid. Zartaj joins us and Raj arranges our site seeing, shopping intinary with him for the rest of our stay here. Wow, the traffic here is amazing..if it were like this back home, it would be a mayhem. Can you say a mutli car pile-up!!!
Jamah Masjid
We enter the mosque through Gate No. 1 and we were all awestruck by the architecture. The mosque was commissioned by the Mughal Emperor Shah Jahan and was completed in 1656 AD. Zartaj's coming along made so much more easier for us to get in. Being so close to Independence Day the security was tight and they weren't allowing any digital cameras in. Thanks to Zartaj, I was able to take in my Canon and our Canon DC20 as well.
I went crazy with my canon, taking in the faint light of dusk I snapped as many pictures as I could before the sun set. The beautiful minarets, a window above one of the gates, sunset beyond the main minaret all became water to my thirst. I am not a professional photographer, but I do possess a keen sense of right and wrong when it comes to taking pictures. Shuara enjoyed running through the throngs of pigeons in the vast openness of the mosque. It was very peaceful there, for a moment you forget that just outside the gates there is poverty, noise and masses of local people going about their daily routine.
We ate at Jawaharlal's and the food was good. I had my favorite, butter chicken with fresh made naan. After dinner we took a stroll along the Jamah Masjid and just wondered how people live here. It was loud, crowded and funky smelling. How did they live amid the noise and chaos. I guess, its' their way of life. They choose to live there, just like we’ve adapted to our small town.
We have an early morning tomorrow and I am quite tired. We have booked a guide who comes along with a sedan. He is going to charge us 4.50 rupees per kilometer and take us around to see Old & New Delhi and then some.
Delhi in January is quite warm for us. Its noisy, crowded and funky smelling. We bathe, take quick nap and head out to see Jamah Masjid. Zartaj joins us and Raj arranges our site seeing, shopping intinary with him for the rest of our stay here. Wow, the traffic here is amazing..if it were like this back home, it would be a mayhem. Can you say a mutli car pile-up!!!
Jamah Masjid
We enter the mosque through Gate No. 1 and we were all awestruck by the architecture. The mosque was commissioned by the Mughal Emperor Shah Jahan and was completed in 1656 AD. Zartaj's coming along made so much more easier for us to get in. Being so close to Independence Day the security was tight and they weren't allowing any digital cameras in. Thanks to Zartaj, I was able to take in my Canon and our Canon DC20 as well.
I went crazy with my canon, taking in the faint light of dusk I snapped as many pictures as I could before the sun set. The beautiful minarets, a window above one of the gates, sunset beyond the main minaret all became water to my thirst. I am not a professional photographer, but I do possess a keen sense of right and wrong when it comes to taking pictures. Shuara enjoyed running through the throngs of pigeons in the vast openness of the mosque. It was very peaceful there, for a moment you forget that just outside the gates there is poverty, noise and masses of local people going about their daily routine.
We ate at Jawaharlal's and the food was good. I had my favorite, butter chicken with fresh made naan. After dinner we took a stroll along the Jamah Masjid and just wondered how people live here. It was loud, crowded and funky smelling. How did they live amid the noise and chaos. I guess, its' their way of life. They choose to live there, just like we’ve adapted to our small town.
We have an early morning tomorrow and I am quite tired. We have booked a guide who comes along with a sedan. He is going to charge us 4.50 rupees per kilometer and take us around to see Old & New Delhi and then some.
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