I've had another weekend of taking in the Delhi sights and sounds during the 26 January Republic Day celebrations. Last month I purchased a pack of postcards and while I recognized and had gone to some of the places (Red Fort, India Gate, Humayun's Tomb), I found that I didn't know many of the places. So, Birla Temple, the Delhi Jantar Mantar, and the Lotus Temple made their way onto my must-see list. I got rather lost in the beginning, and walked at least 10k each day.
Birla Temple, aka Laxminarayan Temple, was built in the 1930s and is far more modern than most of the temples I have been visiting. I couldn't take pictures inside, but I was happy to lose myself for over an hour wandering through its rooms and appreciating the philosophical scriptures. I took a few minutes to slow down from my typical go-go-go approach to sightseeing and collect my chakra, a breathing technique I had learned from yoga. My favorite painting and quotation was from the epic story of Mahabharata:
"He who desires to cross the painful ocean of worldly life, which is full of the crocodiles of lust, anger, greed and infatuation, should catch hold of the Bhagavad Gita which has the disciplines of action, devotion and wisdom as its oars. It will easily take him to the land of liberation (Nirvana)."
I think this postcard went to Elle and Zach because it reminded me of an upside-down heart. The Jantar Mantar in Delhi is similar to the observatory in Jaipur and they are two of the five built in the 1700s with a remarkable ability to track month and time to the second. Even though the buildings were the same, I took some time to relax and read in the palm tree-filled gardens as I was waiting to meet up with a protest marching towards Jantar Mantar.
I headed to a counter-protest that one of my HRLN colleagues had told me about. The main points of the protest, as translated to me, were that the massive military parade that I had watched on tv that morning was a overwhelming display of masculine strength and that India needed to take the recent gang rape as a wake up call and change how society treats women.
I headed to the other end of south Delhi to take in the Lotus Temple. To get there, I crossed a huge park filled with people picnicking and and playing cricket. It was a little run down, but was absolutely the sort of place I could see myself hanging out if I lived here.
Look who made it to India! My mom is here for an amazing 17 day tour that will take her to Delhi, Jaipur, Agra, Varanasi, a tiger reserve, and more. After a long flight, we had dinner at her hotel. We shared some spicy dishes and experienced live entertainment.
Her tour guide was amazing and let me tag along the next day to the Qutub Minar. My mom's group is the left of the metal pole, and she is to the left of the woman in the white hat, wearing black.
Next we went to Gandhi Smriti, where Gandhi stayed when he lived in Delhi, with footsteps marking the path he walked on 30 January 1948 when he was assassinated. After that the tour was going places I had already been, so I hopped off the bus to go wander on my own.
I ended up going back to Khan Market for milkshakes and clean bathrooms both days for lunch, and I spent my Sunday afternoon in Lodi Garden reading. I neglected to photograph the largest temples in Lodi Garden last time, and on this repeat visit I discovered a rose garden as well. What a perfect way to cap off the weekend!
Birla Temple, aka Laxminarayan Temple, was built in the 1930s and is far more modern than most of the temples I have been visiting. I couldn't take pictures inside, but I was happy to lose myself for over an hour wandering through its rooms and appreciating the philosophical scriptures. I took a few minutes to slow down from my typical go-go-go approach to sightseeing and collect my chakra, a breathing technique I had learned from yoga. My favorite painting and quotation was from the epic story of Mahabharata:
"He who desires to cross the painful ocean of worldly life, which is full of the crocodiles of lust, anger, greed and infatuation, should catch hold of the Bhagavad Gita which has the disciplines of action, devotion and wisdom as its oars. It will easily take him to the land of liberation (Nirvana)."
I think this postcard went to Elle and Zach because it reminded me of an upside-down heart. The Jantar Mantar in Delhi is similar to the observatory in Jaipur and they are two of the five built in the 1700s with a remarkable ability to track month and time to the second. Even though the buildings were the same, I took some time to relax and read in the palm tree-filled gardens as I was waiting to meet up with a protest marching towards Jantar Mantar.
I headed to a counter-protest that one of my HRLN colleagues had told me about. The main points of the protest, as translated to me, were that the massive military parade that I had watched on tv that morning was a overwhelming display of masculine strength and that India needed to take the recent gang rape as a wake up call and change how society treats women.
I headed to the other end of south Delhi to take in the Lotus Temple. To get there, I crossed a huge park filled with people picnicking and and playing cricket. It was a little run down, but was absolutely the sort of place I could see myself hanging out if I lived here.
Look who made it to India! My mom is here for an amazing 17 day tour that will take her to Delhi, Jaipur, Agra, Varanasi, a tiger reserve, and more. After a long flight, we had dinner at her hotel. We shared some spicy dishes and experienced live entertainment.
Her tour guide was amazing and let me tag along the next day to the Qutub Minar. My mom's group is the left of the metal pole, and she is to the left of the woman in the white hat, wearing black.
Next we went to Gandhi Smriti, where Gandhi stayed when he lived in Delhi, with footsteps marking the path he walked on 30 January 1948 when he was assassinated. After that the tour was going places I had already been, so I hopped off the bus to go wander on my own.
I ended up going back to Khan Market for milkshakes and clean bathrooms both days for lunch, and I spent my Sunday afternoon in Lodi Garden reading. I neglected to photograph the largest temples in Lodi Garden last time, and on this repeat visit I discovered a rose garden as well. What a perfect way to cap off the weekend!