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My random thoughts of the day.

Mysore – the tourist trap

Mysore Palace

Mysore is probably the only tourist destination feasible for a day trip from Bangalore, which is about 3 hours drive away. To be honest, there isn’t much to see. The Mysore Palace is the main attraction, it’s kinda neat to see how the Indian kings lived, but doesn’t worth the long journey. There are a few yet another “famous” Hindu temple on the way. Hindu temple all look the same, you see one, you see them all. Unless you worship any Hindu God, visiting more than one Hindu temple is a complete waste of time.

It turns out the side attractions are more interesting than the main ones. The Tipu Sultan’s Summer Palace is a small museum about the last king of Indian and his defeat by the British. The exhibition is alright, just some history about an uninteresting king. However the Summer Palace itself is kinda neat, sitting in the middle of a beautiful garden. It looks like a very modern building with glass wall from the front gate. However when we come close, the glass wall turns out to be wooden panels painted in green!

Tipu Sultan's summer palace.  From afar, it looks like a modern building with glass wall... Up close, the wall is actually wooden panel in green.

The other attraction worth seeing is the Rail Museum. It has 5 engines and a royal cart in exhibition. It doesn’t charge tourist 10x entrance fee. It has no hawkers or annoying tourist guides. Apparently it is not a popular tourist spot, a photographer ask us to pose in front of the trains so that the government tourist book can show foreigners also interest in visiting this museum. We enjoy a quiet and educational walk between the trains and tracks. The restore work is not done very well , but I will take the Rail Museum over any Hindu temple any day.

A huge steam engine The control room

Muslim

In yesterday afternoon tea break time, I have a very interesting conversation at work about Muslim. I have a Chinese (myself), a white guy (Mark) and an Indian (Ron) in the chat, representing pretty much the three main culture view in the world except the Muslim’s. The nature of Muslim has always been a question roaming in my head. Is Muslim a peaceful religion as they claim or are they fundamentally evil? India has many Muslim, Ron has a lot more experience working and living with Muslim than us. Mark is a typical white Christian with a liberal mind. He reads quite a lot in the culture conflict issues. Together with my usual curious out of the box ideas and interest in religion issues, we have come to some very interesting insight in the discussion.

We are debating whether Muslim is a religion of violence and intolerance. It is fair for a religion trying to convert other people. Using Indian as an example, when British came to India, they built schools, ran hospitals, trying to lure in the believers. When the Muslim king ruled India, they simply put a knife on your neck and forced you to convert. We concludes that poverty is major cause of terrorist, but the Muslim believe definitely fueled the attacks. Is it much more easy to recruit terrorists if they believe violence act leads to heaven and there are 72 virgins waiting there. It is quite interesting to explain why Muslim is violence though. Muslim is a younger religion than Christianity. Today’s Muslim is very similar to the Church in middle age. Maybe Muslim is just on the nature evolution religion, experience the stage of violence and rebellious before maturing to be religion of love an peace like Christianity. If Muslim really is the biggest thread to mankind after Nazism and Communism, none of us can provide any satisfying solution.

One thing that we all come to conclusion unanimously is the loud speakers of the mosque is very very annoying. They bust prayer songs in high volume before dawn waking up everyone who is trying to get a good sleep. I guess the Mosque right outside of the guest house provide sufficient evidence to rule Muslim is a evil, if not stupid, religion. By definition, anyone who disturbs my sleep deem to be evil.

Visiting Taj Mahal

Taj Mahal

If you are visiting India, Taj Mahal is the one thing you have to visit. Without seeing Taj Mahal, you can’t say you have been to India. The last weekend is Indian new year, so we get a four days long weekend. I had arranged a trip to see Taj Mahal with Mark, my other colleague who had exiled to Bangalore from Vancouver with me.

Taj Mahal is located in Arga in Northern India. We have to take a flight to New Delhi first then take a 3 hour express train ride to Arga. Since our flight arrive in New Delhi at night, so we stay there for the first night. The plane is delayed as usual and it took us a while to find the driver coming to pick us up. By the time we get to the hotel, it’s already 1a.m. Our train is 6a.m. the next morning, so we only get 4 hours of sleep.

Travel by train in India is quite an adventure. You see all the things you expected to see from the Discovery Channel. People waiting for over night train just sleep in front of the ticket office. The platform is crowded, with people trying to sell you everything form food to souvenirs. Wild dogs running between the rails and the platforms, looking for food in the garbage. Local people are carrying luggages on their head. In the train, the second class cabin for Indians are packed and stinky. Luckily we are staying in the first class cabin with AC. Put it this way, the condition in first class cabin better but still far from good, probably in par with the condition of buses in Vancouver.

We are staying in Arga for a night. On the first day, we visited Taj Mahal and the Arga Fort. Taj Mahal really lives up to its fame as one of the seven wonders in the world. It is very beautiful. I will save my words to describe how impressive it is, please just check out my photos in facebook. Local people pay Rs20 entry fee, tourists pay Rs750. It would be nice if everyone pays the same price, prefer at Rs750, so the Taj Mahal would be less crowded. The tourist guide we had on the first day is very good, he told us stories about Taj Mahal and helped us take good pictures.

According to the tourist book, Taj Mahal is the symbol of love for a king to memorize his dead wife. I think it is just an excuse for the king to build himself an expensive toy. The king wanted to build a black Taj Mahal in black mable facing the Taj Mahal, but he bankrupted his kingdom with just one Taj Mahal and got overthrown by another king. There are some annoying hawkers in Taj Mahal or any historical site I went in India. They will try to sell you the perfect angle to shoot a photo of Taj Mahal and ask you Rs10 for each position. One word you only have to say is NO. Don’t even bother talk to refuse them politely, those hawkers don’t understand any English word others than NO.

In the afternoon we went to see the Arga Fort. The Taj Mahal is the tomb for the queen and the Arga Fort is where the king lives. It is built using red sand stones overseeing the Taj Mahal. It is quite impressive on its own, but we had just saw Taj Mahal. The beauty of Taj Mahal just eclipse all other historical sites we are seeing in the trip. In short, the Arga Fort is just a huge ruin of an ancient palace. You get exactly what you expected form all palace ruins. The ancient air conditioning system in the palace is one of the few things interests me. The building is built using hallowed marble wall filled with water and sitting on top of a huge water pond. The water and marble keeps the building cool in the summer.

On the second day, we took a side trip to Fatehpur Sikri, yet another ancient palace / fort ruin. It is about 1.5 hours drive from Arga. The ruin itself is nothing special but the view of Indian country side on the way is quite beautiful. At least I don’t see garbage everyone in the country side like in the city. The tour guide we have in the second day is really bad. No only he talked on his cell phone all the time. He did not wait for slow walkers like me, I have to run to catch up with him a few times. He deliberately bring us to hawkers trying to sell us useless junks, and worse he try to persuade us buying the junks.

The tour guide from the first day at least did his job to warn us staying away from the hawkers. To be fair, the first tour guide also brought us to some handcrafts shops charging marked up tourist price, but we know it is part of the deal. Trying to sell us junks is not the job of a tour guide. It is totally unacceptable. I suggested we only tip the second tour guide only Rs100, but Mark is kind enough to tip him Rs200 and he regretted it once he handed out the money. From now on, I will not tip any Indian tour guide if his service is unacceptable. Talking on the cell phone more than 30 seconds, didn’t wait for me and trying to sell me junks equals to no tips! On the other hand, we should reward good service. We tipped the first tour guide quite handsomely. We even got his business card and will highly recommend him to others planning to visit Taj Mahal.

One other thing we learn is the driver is usually more reliable than tour guide. We have some time between the end of our tour and the our train back to New Delhi. We asked the driver take us to the government shop and a good restaurant for beer. He dutifully follow our orders and bring us to a decent restaurant. Unlike the tour guide, the driver probably don’t have any commission from the shops or restaurants, so he will simply bring you to the one he thinks is the best. On our train back to New Delhi, we sit next to a philosophy professor from Britain. Her field of expertise is the moral theory of David Hume. I really enjoy our conversation ranging from philosophy to almost anything.

We spent the last day in New Delhi. We got a tour guide to show us around the city and unfortunately we got a bad tour guide again. Anyways, there ain’t much too see. The museums and monuments are closed on every Monday, so I didn’t get to visit Gandhi. I am a bit disappointed not about to take a photo with his statute and posing like him. We visited two more ruins, Qutb Minar and Humayun’s Tomb. Qutb Minar is dating 1000 years old and have a tower 72 meters high. I am not interested in Indian history and we are not allow to go up the tower, so it is not very impressive. The Humayun’s Tomb looks pretty similar to Taj Mahal and it is 100 years older. It has a marble dome but the main structure is built using red sand stone. The garden is quiet and beautiful, but not as grand as the one at Taj Mahal.  I guess Humayun’s Tomb is simply a cheap prototype for Taj Mahal.

One thing I am like about New Delhi is its city planning and government buildings. The roads are wide and well designed. The architecture of government buildings are Victorian style with Indian flavors. New Delhi is probably the capital with the most impressive center of authority district. Well… all those nice things are remains from the colonial days. The British pretty much built and design New Delhi from scratch in the 1920s. Once you go outside of the British planned section of the city, New Delhi is just like every other Indian cities. Looking at the nice left over form British ruling days and the current of the Indian government. I wonder the independence really did any good to the Indians. One way or another, the Indian people are oppressed by the government, whether it is a foreign rule or domestic one. However, the life of the people would be better if the oppressing government is at least more capable.

Back to Bangalore

Love it or hate it, I am back to Bangalore.  I will spend my April living in this strange world, again.  This time I am much more well prepared.  I bought lots of food supply, medicine, face mask.  I don’t feel as disoriented as the first time when I got off the plane.  Living here is far from comfortable, but at least I am not as miserable as last time.  It is only a month anyways and time flies, soon I will be heading home.

This time when I arrive, I am not the only one staying in the guest house.  My colleague, Mark, has already spent a week entangled in this straight place by himself.  I guess he must be glad to see me.  Just like my first week, Mark was feeding off from the Forum Mall.  Mark must be pretty sick of Indian dinner, so we head out to M.G. Road for a nice dinner in a real restaurant after work.  Here is my dinning rule, I will only dine at restaurants serving real food.  I will not have Indian food anywhere except at a 5 star hotel and I will only have Indian dinner at most once a week.

This weekend is the Indian New Year and we have a four days long weekend.  I will be visiting Taj Mahal with Mark.  Although Taj Mahal is the symbol of love, two guys visiting Taj Mahal together does not imply gayness.  No, we will not be holding hands like the Indian guys.  You can see Indian guys holding hands on the street.  They look gay but they ain’t.  I guess it is culturally acceptable here for friends holding hands walking down the street.  Stay tuned for my report on the New Delhi and Taj Mahal trip.

Singapore

Singapore

Thanks to the connection flight schedule of Singapore Airline, I can spent a day touring this small island before heading off to India. My flight from Vancouver arrive at 11p.m. and the daily flight to Bangalore leave at 8p.m., so I got a free night of hotel staying in Singapore.

Pat has a relative in Singapore, so I bring the wedding invitation to them in person and her auntie is so kind that being my tourist guide for the day. I am not interested in any tourist attraction, my focus is having my last meal of good food before having curry every day. I had the infamous pork bone tea for lunch. The resturant is very popular that it has an attitude to turn down celebrity guests. When the governor of HK visit Singapore last time, he wanted to try the pork bone tea. Unfortunately, the resturant is closed that day of the week. The resturant refuse to open and serve the governor for interfering with their rest day.

After lunch, we took tour the city by taking the bus. I get to see the real Singapore. It is clean and tidy everywhere. The city is well planned with wide roads and lots of green spaces. I had an early dinner before taking the shuttle to airport. We went to have the legendary Hainanese chicken rice at the Chatterbox at Meritus Mandarin Hotel on Orchid Road. The chicken rice is delicious, much better than those I have in Vancouver. On top of that, it is a revolving restaurant at 38th floor with a pararanma view of the city. It satisfy both my eyes and stomach at the same time.

Too bad that I only have time to try two restaurants. I wish I could stay in Singapore a little longer and visit more places. It is kinda irony that I am flying from the cleanest city in the world to the dirtiest city in the world. It is only a few hours but I already miss Singapore, especially seeing the mess in Banaglore.