Rumpled Trousers

Agra by Afternoon Tea

Posted by The Holy Goof , Saturday, October 23, 2010 7:20 PM

Loaded up into the car with Krish. A friend of Ravis, he's heading to Agra and on to Jaipur. Following a bus load of tourists along the golden triangle to give tours. He offered me a ride. I was eternally grateful as this meant that i could put off the train just a little bit longer. So I've been hearing about the Golden Triangle since I arrived. Every Backpacker has trekked it. In fact, most of the holiday packages in India these days are designed around it, which seems silly to me. A whole bloody country to explore and we pay someone to cart us inside the same old tired lines. weird. The road to the Agra from Delhi is a holy road said to cleanse the soul and awaken the mind. I felt awake, i also felt anything but cleansed. with every single mile, my heart broke. Imagine the most staggeringly horrific living conditions you can think of, then string them together in a 200km chronology of apathy and indifference. It was a confronting scene that left me speechless and angry and feeling powerless. by the time we arrived in agra i was in no position to appreciate the Taj and so left it for the morning. i am in my room now. the power is going in and out. i should get some sleep before tomorrow…tomorrow i will walk the 11km trail into the city and up to the gates of the Taj Mahal. I've been waiting for this moment, i can't wait to lay my eyes upon her. place my hands against her cool stones. is this real?