There is nothing like a trip to Old Delhi for making one feel totally and utterly immersed in India.
The crowds, the incessant noise, the packed gullies, the rickshaws - it never fails to amaze.
I went today with my regular Old Delhi walking and shopping partner Pippa and her house guest Caroline. We shopped, wandered, walked, ate (Karim’s) and caused much amusement by all 3 of us piling onto one cycle rickshaw - wait, wait, we gave the rickshaw-wala double, so we are not completely heartless - but people did smile to see 3 biddies and their shopping bags crammed together all hugger-mugger. I took the rear-facing seat and ended up smiling and chatting to the drivers behind me, who were all about half an inch away in stationary traffic.
A noisy backward-glance-y type of experience :
Just standing and watching the incessant stream of noisy traffic makes one’s well-meaning worries about noise pollution seem so completely futile.
Let’s face it - you will never, ever rein in such a free-wheeling country :
As we were sitting in our rickshaw, hardly moving in the traffic, just watching life go by, Pippa said something very true. She said that living in India is like living in a movie, because there is always so much going on, so much drama and action.