I arrived in Delhi in early 1990 on my first trip to India. My adventures there and in Agra are presented here and the continuation of this trip to Varanasi and Rajasthan on the page - Northern India 2.
I had first gone to the area around Connought Place, which has many hotels oriented towards westerners but I found it rather pricey for my budget. I had been spoiled the previous years by trips to Thailand and Nepal where one could still get a good place for about 2 dollars. I ended up at one of the better dives across from the New Delhi train station but wouldn't recommend the area except for hardcore backpackers on a shoestring budget. Were also lots of cheap restaurants there although most seemed to wash the dishes outside in buckets of filthy water, which I would not be surprised if it came out of the river. There is a huge slum along the train tracks nearby. In 1990 there were estimated to be 300,000 people living in these huts made of scrape. Sad but then at least an equal number of people were living directly on the streets of Delhi, whole families, destitute with no roof over their head - so that one often had to walk in the streets at night since the sidewalks were full with sleeping bodies.
I made some shows right in the middle of this slum. Like all over India, I felt basically safe but the people got so excited that performing nearly lead to riots. There were always new people arriving who insisted that I do another show so that it was difficult to leave. This gave me an idea that I have never gotten to realize of renting an elephant. One could ride into any town or village, make a show, end it on top of the elephnat and stroll away again without interference. Anyway, the poverty overwhelms many visitors to India. My feeling is that even though I occasionally bought someone a meal, they would be hungry again the next day. But the memory of seeing a crazy foreigner show up in their neighborhood to make a free show might stay with people a lifetime.
The proverbial holy cow. They often had free run in many cities including Delhi back then. In Varanasi they were often aggressive. It seemed that they somehow knew that nobody would retaliate against them. I've heard that they are being relocated out of the biggest cities for their own protection and to stop animal related traffic jams. And what does a cow in Delhi eat where there is little or no grass or plants available? The answer is garbage and paper! I would eat a banana and having no place to deposit the peel anyway, look for the next cow to give it to. Food sold from food stalls or items bought in a shop were usually wrapped in newspaper, which would get thrown in the street and eaten by the cows.
From what I understood, nobody could actually own a cow but often one was dressed up in ceremonial garb and used by "holy" men for religious rituals.
Cow dung is also a valuable commodity; collected, dried and burned. I always wondered if the dung vendors got a premium price for some good "Delhi brown" since it must tend to have a high paper content. Here was a Delhi dung merchant doing the biz of drying and sorting - never thought to ask what such a person's caste is since such a dirty job would normally be quite low but it is a useful enterprise and cows are holy. And the fact was, just walking around Delhi was a dirty job. By the end of the day, my cloths and body would be filthy no matter how hard I tried to stay clean.
The Indians are crazy about movies and have a bigger film industry than Hollywood. They generally stick to strict moral guidelines with lots of people dancing and singing at the drop of a hat. Western women are generally depicted as having loose morals and western men as being money crazed capitalist pigs. Since not everyone in India has a TV with satellite or cable reception nor DVD and video players, cinema has retained a bigger role as mass entertainment.
Occasionally, a normal person would approach a westerner just to see if he could get something. Otherwise, since there is so much poverty, the rest of the society just doesn't accept people simply begging unless they have a serious handicap like this woman camped out front of a Hindu temple.
This is a view of the inner sanctuary of a mosque. There were often handicapped people begging outside of mosques especially after Friday prayers. I think due to the Muslim teachings of the importance of charity, it makes it a profitable situation. The beggar squatting in this picture was counting his takings, which seemed a bit sacrilegious there.
When I did get someone annoyingly trying to beg or sell me something I found it most effective to just ignore him or her. Sounds simple but you have to do it right. If you allow communication even by saying "no" or "go away" you will never get rid of them. You have to pretend that they are not there. The more they try, the more you just look through them. I found this to be 95 % effective in totally confusing such people that they gave up which was even entertaining at times. For the other 5% that persist, one must eventually tell them to get lost in a loud and aggravated voice. Indians are very emotional and they don't understand the attitude of "keeping cool". If you tell someone to go away but don't show annoyance in your voice and body language then they won't take it serious. Let it be known that you want to be left alone but without being too disrespectful that it escalates into a brawl. Some people are very shady characters but others are simply poor and desperate and one can't blame them from trying to earn something.
delhi red fort/mosque
This is the outer wall of the main tourist attraction in Delhi, the red fort, a massive fortress and mosque complex. There is an older citadel farther south also near the river but I had decided at the time to stick to the main attractions mostly within walking distance or easy rickshaw taxi ride. With hindsight I realize that there were a lot of really worthwhile places I missed but everything was so dirty and hectic that I didn't stick around Delhi long.
Like in most Indian mosques, non-Muslims can visit in the red fort. One still needs to follow the customs of taking off the shoes at the entrance. In this photo an old woman stayed behind to watch the family's shoes and watch the baby who had a fun time trying the shoes on.
Like in most mosques, there was a pool where believers were supposed to wash before going into the buildings.
Various Muslim rulers held sway over Delhi and left a strong architectural influence. After partition with Pakistan much of the Muslim population left Delhi and Hindus and Jains from Pakistan ended up here. With over 80% of the population being Hindu there is of course a multitude of Hindu temples including the biggest in the world, the Akshardam complex that I somehow missed! I did get to the Laxminarayan temple, which was full of colorful deities.
One also had to leave the shoes outside but they had a place to check them at which was a madhouse.
Yeah, there really are snake charmers to be seen on the streets of Asia not just in India. These boys had a good spot just in front of the temple. This is often a career passed down from father to son. Unfortunately, any such street performances in India don't bring much money nor are they seen in a good light, which is especially hard in a society, still regulated by caste.
Working in Delhi
It was fascinating for me to observe what people did to survive in this mega city. One hears that Calcutta is even worse but the filth and poverty was an eye opening experience. That many children had to work to keep the family fed was painfully evident. This boy sold small bundles of sticks, which people in homes or on the street would burn to heat their food or tea and get a little warmth.
Of course there were also the big wholesalers of wood and coal.
Here was a place for construction materials like gravel, dirt and cement.
The garbagemen didn't have nice plastic garbage cans to empty into compacting trucks. Waste was swept, shoveled and handled by hand.
I didn't visit an India dump but of course many people live as trash pickers sorting out the refuse. Every bit of metal, glass or wood will be scavenged. Here was a rag merchant where the old textiles would land.
Street corner barbers were also plentiful.
There was a street I found where such souvenirs were sold to the tourists. Seems this was a pretty good business even if they managed it with out high overhead.
This shop was selling the mainstay of Indian women's fashion: saris. I hear that even the most modern upper class women who mostly wear western clothing on a daily basis will have a collection of fine saris for formal occasion. Seems nice that they haven't lost the appreciation of these often-beautiful garments.
In the old city I mostly saw small food shops like this although I can imagine that big supermarkets must exist now in the upscale neighborhoods. I bought some oranges in one such local bazaar and tried one of my first Indian street shows. Within minutes the police shut me down. Not that they really had anything against me but the people got so excited that it was turning into an unruly mob and they didn't want things to get out of hand.
Besides many outdoor markets, many businesses were run out of a cart, which with a sheet of plastic would often doubled as a shelter for the night for a family.
Saw these characters with a cart and a couple of goats but don't know if the goats were supposed to be for sale or what?
The photographers "get your picture taken against a backdrop" set up seems to be pretty universal in third world countries near any popular tourist attraction.
There were many "coolies" at the New Delhi train station who would get hired out to load and unload goods. Seems they had an organized system as the official ones all had red jackets.
What the heck is that about was my first thought upon seeing such a sign? With western woman the Indians are notorious grabbers but they can't get away with that with local women. But some try to chat them up anyway and this is known as "Eve teasing" which is officially illegal.
One of my first views of a typical long distance non-express bus. Spending a little bit more for a 1st class train or express bus, if one could get a reservation, was always a wise investment
I had run around Delhi looking for a bank that would rent me a safe deposit box to store my flight tickets and some of my travelers' checks for my onward trip to the Philippines but had no luck. The few banks that had such a service said that they were all rented out to long term customers. I took a train to Agra, reservations having to be made in advance. I first went to the upstairs office for foreign tourists. It was well outfitted with air-conditioning and computers but tickets there had to be paid for in dollars or pounds, cash only but I only had rupees and travelers checks with me. The normal office might have sufficed but they wouldn't let me in with a camera and I ended up having to go to a bank and by then the office was closed and I had to return the next day.