Sunday, July 23, 2006
In Delhi - A Quick Update
23 July, 2006 - 17:52 IND
Delhi is just fantastic. We stayed one night at the Major's Den (check the Lonely Planet for a listing, it's in the Pahar Ganj area) and then got up the next morning for church. I'm glad we finally found it because the Branch President offered to let us stay at his place. So I'm at his computer right now while Kem, Autumn, Ali, Chelsea, and Shawna sit and chat in a neighboring room. Weather here is hot and muggy, just the way I like it. Poor Ali couldn't sleep last night so we were going to have to look for a place with A/C - staying at the home of an expat is really nice. I guess his family is Stateside for a while and we're the replacement until we leave for our next site. I plan to spend lots of time at the Baha'i temple while we're here for my sociology of religion course, and last night we saw a Bollywood film at a big multiplex. (It was nice to go to the cinema but not much of a movie. It was the director's first feature, I found out later. No wonder that during the movie I turned to Ali and told her I felt like I was watching a student film.)
Here's a little something I just wrote that I figured I'd put out there. It could use some refining. So sue me.
Delhi had stopped feeling so enormous to Andy. This wasn't just a street anymore, but his street. The row of spikes along the top of the neighbors' wall was the place where the mottled bird came and sang. The construction workers across the street had lost their anonymity. Dust on the windows next door collected, was washed off, collected again. From time to time he ventured into the city and from the raised metro lines, the clean glassy car, would look out at how the brick and mortar sprawled impossibly over countless miles; the journey home always had him recognizing more and more spots until he would arrive at a point where recognition became so habitual he could call it familiar. From here it was only a matter of a few dozen unmindful steps before Andy was home. Here the trees weren't Delhi's trees, but his. Andy's trees, Andy's neighbors, Andy's barking dogs and passing trucks. Andy's sounds of hammering from where men were gathered on the next block. Here was home, Andy decided, and here was a place just like ten million unknown places in the monster of a town.