Last night we went to a jazz festival at Nehru park. Half of Delhi was there it seemed. We were just in time for Imany and we saw her whole set, but it wasn't jazz as far as I could tell. We sat at the side with Mandi's friend Anoush and her date. They were fun and we drank rum and wine,
We woke up at Mandi's early-ish and were fed chole bhature. It was almost a bit much. I might even be bored of it by the time I go home :)
We rushed back to Govindpuri from South Ex. and I had just enough time to wash before I had to head out to meet my friend Kruttika.
I had spent too long being scared of Old Delhi so when she said she'd show me around I was so glad. It was like walking around in a dream, especially on the way back from the Red Fort and Jama Masjid. We didn't go in to either - the former because the queue was crazy and the latter because I had made use of my day off to wear shorts. I was offered an inflated (from nothing) entry fee of 300 rs which I politely declined.
Around the entry to the steps of Jama Masjid we walked past an almost unbelievable market. Unbelievable solely because of the products on sale. There was a whole stall dedicated to plug wall fittings. And it was popular.
Kruttika told me there was a whole market dedicated to watches with each stall selling each individual piece. Unfortunately it wasn't running on Sunday.
We ate this lovely yoghurty rice thing which I've forgotten the name of, and drank lassi with an extra serving of unsalted butter on top. It came in this terracotta pot that you just throw away when you're done.
Afterwards we headed to IHC and it was a complete change of scenery: calm and relaxing, We ate lunch at Ganesha and browsed Spring Fever. I will be so sad when they take that tent down and pack a libraries worth of Penguin books back up into their boxes.
To save ourselves from falling asleep we made our way to a hidden garden near Hauz Khas. I found my first bit of money on the floor and was promptly relived of it by its owner. It was 10 rs (12p). This is something that I noticed quite early on. In England you constantly find pennies and I've often wondered how much money is on the floor in London at any one time. Here the answer would probably be a hundred times less.
Mira Nair was talking at Spring Fever so we met Isabelle and went to listen to her. She spoke mostly about Salaam Bombay and her soon to be released adaptation of The Reluctant Fundamentalist. She spoke well and I have resolved to watch all of her films. Our Sikhi hosts were at a ring ceremony and so we had been told we should stay out until 12, when they'd be back. So to kill time we had dinner after listening to Mira. When we'd finished Izzy found Nancy and she told us that the kids were at home and had been all night. Cheers for the info! Kruttika left us and we set off home.
We got home and packed our one bag for the Punjab. Everyone was still up gone 12 and thought it very odd that we wanted our 3 hours sleep... How oddly sensible you get when you don't enjoy someone's company.
PHOTO UPDATE
We woke up at Mandi's early-ish and were fed chole bhature. It was almost a bit much. I might even be bored of it by the time I go home :)
We rushed back to Govindpuri from South Ex. and I had just enough time to wash before I had to head out to meet my friend Kruttika.
I had spent too long being scared of Old Delhi so when she said she'd show me around I was so glad. It was like walking around in a dream, especially on the way back from the Red Fort and Jama Masjid. We didn't go in to either - the former because the queue was crazy and the latter because I had made use of my day off to wear shorts. I was offered an inflated (from nothing) entry fee of 300 rs which I politely declined.
Around the entry to the steps of Jama Masjid we walked past an almost unbelievable market. Unbelievable solely because of the products on sale. There was a whole stall dedicated to plug wall fittings. And it was popular.
Kruttika told me there was a whole market dedicated to watches with each stall selling each individual piece. Unfortunately it wasn't running on Sunday.
We ate this lovely yoghurty rice thing which I've forgotten the name of, and drank lassi with an extra serving of unsalted butter on top. It came in this terracotta pot that you just throw away when you're done.
Afterwards we headed to IHC and it was a complete change of scenery: calm and relaxing, We ate lunch at Ganesha and browsed Spring Fever. I will be so sad when they take that tent down and pack a libraries worth of Penguin books back up into their boxes.
To save ourselves from falling asleep we made our way to a hidden garden near Hauz Khas. I found my first bit of money on the floor and was promptly relived of it by its owner. It was 10 rs (12p). This is something that I noticed quite early on. In England you constantly find pennies and I've often wondered how much money is on the floor in London at any one time. Here the answer would probably be a hundred times less.
Mira Nair was talking at Spring Fever so we met Isabelle and went to listen to her. She spoke mostly about Salaam Bombay and her soon to be released adaptation of The Reluctant Fundamentalist. She spoke well and I have resolved to watch all of her films. Our Sikhi hosts were at a ring ceremony and so we had been told we should stay out until 12, when they'd be back. So to kill time we had dinner after listening to Mira. When we'd finished Izzy found Nancy and she told us that the kids were at home and had been all night. Cheers for the info! Kruttika left us and we set off home.
We got home and packed our one bag for the Punjab. Everyone was still up gone 12 and thought it very odd that we wanted our 3 hours sleep... How oddly sensible you get when you don't enjoy someone's company.
PHOTO UPDATE
Chodey street drinker
Lovely decorations at Nehru Park
Looking more like my father everyday
Young love!
I know this felt like a serious and important conversation but I can't remember a single word of it
Longest queue on hottest day so far
Try and find something you'd pay money for in this pile
View from Jama Masjid of Old Delhi markets
Mira Nair at Spring Fever
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