Oh wait, I forgot - I'm not married.
Bleh! Lame much.
Anywhos, yeash... after 5 days of diarrhoea and vomiting during my 8-day trip to Delhi, Jaipur and Agra, or in other words, India, it feels shooooo good to be home. Funny how I was the only one out of 16 to get diarrhoea. Bleh! I think I've acquired the Singaporean stomach.
I shan't elaborate further on my state of illness cause well, there's not much to say, other than, "Omg it sucks big time. I hate vomiting. T_T" prolly.
So, what can I say about India?
The food. They've got good food. But too much of that same food's really uh... made me sick. First thing to do when you get back from India, eat lotsa Malaysian food (that includes Wan Tan Mee, Satay, Chicken Feet, Poh Piah) and lotsa pork! Haha. Malaysian food is the best food in the world, I swear! Varietyvarietyvariety! Nasi Lemak is, by far, the best remedy. 8 days of chicken curry, mutton curry, tandoori chicken, naan, pratha and more curry, I've had enough to last me a lifetime couple of weeks. (PS. Pak Putra's spinach nicer. XD)
Now, the place. Lotsa pretty old buildings, lotsa forts, lotsa temples... But polluted. Big time. The air you breathe is like omfg concentrated with dust particles, it gives you a chronic headache and it makes you not wanna breathe at all. Bleh! But at least the weather was good. Y'know, even in the winter, they have flies. Lord knows what it'll be like in the summer. Omg. But anywhos, with the daily 5-8 hour bus rides, all you wanna do is go home and sleep. Yes. It was indeed a tiring trip. Too much traveling and waiting time. Half the trip it self was spent on traveling. No exageration here. Honestly, India itself is not that bad. Your travel agent's really important and our KL travel agent was hopeless. It was really expensive and yet, they don't even provide us with the best. Speaking to the local tour guide, he said that with what we're paying, we should be getting 5 star hotels and uber good and variety-ed dinners. What did we get? Broken sinks and heaters that don't work. My advise to you: If you're interested in going to India, hook up with a Singapore travel agent. KL = no go. Unless of course, you don't mind being slaughtered.
I think I pretty much covered the nonsense of the trip. Aside from all that hullabaloo, it was actually a pretty interesting trip. Definitely a place worth A visit. Our main highlight was obviously, the Taj Mahal. Standing bold and flaunting it's gleaming crystalline marbles after 360 years, it's magnitude is a true spectacle. Shah Jahan, our dear friend who built this gargantuan mausoleum for his beloved wife, Mumtaz Mahal is a real psychopath. LoL. I mean, seriously, he led 36 years of his life grieving for his wife after her death, and in the end, he, Shah Jahan, the ruler of one of the most powerful empires at that point in time, allowed himself to be held under house arrest by his own son, who by the way also killed all his brothers so that he could take over the thrown. You know, he wanted to build another mausoleum for himself, made of black marble, right opposite the original Taj. A 100% reflection... God that would have been beyond amazing... But his asshole of a son refused to go along with the construction. Bleh! What a lost. Kinda wish I had a Shah Jahan myself though. Haha. Stalker much.
K... shopping. I didn't buy much cause well, I don't need sarees or table cloths or marble. Pretty cheap. Mum did buy quite a bit though... All I bought was books. Damn cheap wei... I finally got my Freakanomics and The Alchemist for only RM20 each. NEW BOOK DEI! In fact, they had the whole Mitch Albom's series as well, going for only RM18 each. Oh! They also had the world acclaimed KAMA SUTTRA, baby! HAHA! But no, I good girl... I never buy. XD
Finally, the people. Bleh.... what can I say. It's poverty on a whole new level. All over the place, you see squatters pitching tents and living by the roadside, under flyovers and such. Honestly, they pee all over the place cause they've prolly got no where else to go. I saw like at least 20 people peeing by the roadside in 6 days. And y'know... the people there are so desperate. Hawkers and mothers and children harass you for a mere 10 rupees, which is equivalent to RM0.80 or 0.20 USD. How can you get so annoyed yet pity them at the same time? It's not like they can help it, right? In fact, there is this extremely huge contrast. You see houses worth 100M USD with compounds that stretch to more than 2 acres, enough for an apartment of 500 rooms easy? K. Not really sure, pretty much depends on how high it goes... but fact remains, the British colonial area is a true feat. It's simply HUGE. All the embassies we passed by were enormous. Ministry buildings and national memorials were massive and monumental. All you do is awe... but when you think of those living on the streets, you feel so lost. How can a country be so rich yet so poor? Bleh... you feel so helpless. I mean, what can you do? Get a bunch of people together and start donating? Let's be honest... How will it be enough and who would care enough to make it work?
Gaahhh! Let's not be emo... I've had enough of that. Time for pickeys! =]
Yes. This is India.Well, they have cute tuktuks running around too!
(I have no idea what they call them but traffic is crazyyy there.)India Gate. The Brits engraved the name of 19000 soldiers on this thing in memory of their service during the WWI.
Eileen just doing her thing, looking good. LoL. She was modeling for my "Taj Mahal In The Reflection of Her Sunnies" shot. XD
PS. Flight was long as well... but they've got good in-flight entertainment. I watched My Sister's Keeper and Time Traveler's Wife. Awesome awesome. And I listened to Duffy's Rockferry and The Killers' Day and Night. Awesome awesome. Heheh.
PPS. Can't wait for The Killers' concert. :)
PPPS. Merry Christmas! Belated. XD















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