A rail journey around India, beginning & ending in Mumbai...

A rail journey around India, beginning & ending in Mumbai...

Wednesday, 8 October 2014

Red Fort national shrine...

     Advised to make my visit to Delhi’s iconic Red Fort early, at 8.30 am I wedged myself into an
auto-rickshaw for the 25 minute bone jarring ride, arriving just as the ‘foreigners’ ticket office opened---first foreigner of the day! The Red Fort, so named because of the red sandstone cladding used throughout, was
constructed in 1648 by the  Mughal Emperor with style influences both Moslem and Hindu. Covering 250 acres, outer walls extend an approx. 2 kms in perimeter. It was at the main Lahore Gate in 1947 that Prime Minister Nehru raised the flag and declared Indian national independence. Included in my foreigner’s ticket price of 25 times the local entry fee, was admission to the on-site Indian Independence museum. Surprising to me as an Englishman, was the official tone of deep Indian hatred for all things Empire. It was my feeling that balance was missing, with no mention at all in the exhibits, of the possible positives that UK colonisation may also have contributed: a legal system, a democratic parliamentary constitution modelled on Westminster, a national railway network and an overlay of internationally spoken English language, to name a few.
       
         As a pre-eminent national shrine, I was surprised that the entire massive Red Fort property appears quite jaded & generally run-down, with clear under investment in maintaining the structures, buildings and grassed areas between buildings. With such obvious strong national pride and a massive supply of under used human labour, could not the government, that has recently placed an object in Mars orbit, organise a renovation & clean-up crew, so that this treasure really shines viz. Palais de Versailles et al.?
Lady lawn weeding crew.....
                With tired legs and comfortably seated on a shaded bench, I watched the growing stream of visitors. With very few foreigners to be seen, I was asked, perhaps a dozen times, if people, seeking a trophy pic could sit with me for their cell phone portrait. Perhaps my ‘exotic’ image will be transported back to distant villages as a holiday memory—or perhaps, quickly deleted!             

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