Because of the Mumbai attacks, the authorities installed metal detectors at the entrance of the bazaar in Pahar Ganj, like it would be possible to control the continuous flow of people . A policeman, from time to time, tells someone to go through it. I don’t understand which criterion he uses to select the people to check. A truck full of gas tanks drives through without any control, a guy with a huge backpack walks by, another person only in t-shirt and jeans is forced to go through; the metal detector beeps, but the policeman doesn’t care.
CNN India shows a report about shots at the Delhi airport, and then the cover of a mag, with written on it “IS WAR THE ONLY OPTION?”
The word that people here love at most is “famous”: “My family isn’t rich and famous”, or “is your camera of a famous brand?” or “is your cell phone famous?” People, the rising middle class, are searching for some kind of confirmation of their actions and choices in some kind of external and impartial reference: fame.
At 8:00 PM I discover that the train to Jodhpur isn’t departing from New Delhi Train Station but from another one stuck in the middle of Old Delhi. A Taxi asks 350Rs to take me there, a guy passing by says “that’s bullshit, man!” So a rickshaw brings me there for 80Rs. Just in time after a crazy rush in the alleys of the old town.