Food
For Thought Surprising
Cities
Farah
Ghuznavi
Most places
in the world, particularly cities, have something that make
them special. Often, people may travel to places in order
to experience those qualities, and sometimes (especially if
you are not careful!) you may be surprised by the qualities
you come across. The "special-ness" of a particular
city may not be evident to everyone, but if all else fails
the inhabitants can usually be relied upon to identify something!
For some
places, their charms are obvious (occasionally to the point
of seeming ostentatious to those of us who call less charming
places home!) Thus, supporters of Paris would point to its
spacious boulevards, beautiful architecture and of course,
the Eiffel Tower. Other places specialise in nature. Melbourne
is a city of parks, with beautiful flowers and botanical gardens,
and an enviable proximity to both the mountains and the sea.
Then there
are the places which are breathtakingly exotic. Luxor, in
Egypt, remains vivid in my memory. Not only for its magnificent
ruins and temples, and its museum full of treasures, but also
for the bustling markets full of vivid colour, the constant
babble of haggling and gossip, and the lively combination
of sights and smells that make you feel that you are living
in technicolor!
Finally
there are the places whose charms are more indefinable. For
example, the Taj Mahal, which is famous for its architectural
splendour, was nonetheless as striking to me for the strange
sense of serenity I experienced there (despite the numbers
of people wandering around). And perhaps most enjoyably, different
places can give you the occasional bizarre or surprising experience,
or memorable people, whom you remember for a long time - something
that can happen as easily in a familiar place, as an unknown
one!
New Delhi
is one of my favourite cities. One of the reasons I love Delhi
is because when I visited as a high-school student (not by
any means my first visit there), fresh from studying my SSC
syllabus on history, it was as if I saw the city for the first
time. I could not stop myself from wandering from monument
to monument - Red Fort, Qutub Minar, Lodi Gardens - and thinking
how Qutbuddin Aibak or some other, equally famous character
had stood in that very place, at another time. The idea entranced
me, for reasons I could not fully understand. After all, Bengal
was part of the Moghul Empire, so I considered it my right
to claim Delhi's glorious past as part of my own historical
heritage, regardless of present-day political divisions!
But if
the history of Delhi represents one of its charms, its present-day
traffic is another thing altogether! The cheerful insouciance
with which cows wander through - and sometimes stop in the
middle of - the roads, can make driving a little bit unpredictable.
This has led to the development of a manoeuvre known as the
"Delhi swerve" -- a sharp left followed by hard-braking
to avoid the ubiquitous cows. The presence of these creatures
needs to be appreciated in the wider context of an estimated
38,000 wandering cows, which - it has been stated - are soon
to be rounded up by the Municipal Corporation for placement
in state dairies or auctioning off. Personally, I will believe
this when I see it, but it's claimed that this plan is the
only way to deal with the "milk mafia" who make
money selling cows' milk, but are happy to let their animals
wander around without any restrictions, or consideration for
others…
Perhaps
one of the largest variations between cities is the way that
their respective police forces are viewed. While the British
"Bobby" on the beat is still largely regarded with
affection, in large parts of the world, the police are considered
at least as bad as the criminals they are supposed to be dealing
with, if not worse. In the Philippines, a novel method of
dealing with corruption in the police force is being implemented
in Manila. Under a new initiative, corrupt policemen will
not lose their jobs if they "repent". Now, at Easter,
this means that they agree to be "crucified" i.e.
to be tied to crosses or carry crosses on their backs, as
part of the Good Friday celebrations! This is undoubtedly
a novel way to deal with this particular problem, but its
success remains to be judged…
Sometimes,
the speciality of a particular city may be less than savoury.
Thus, while Bangkok has much to offer the tourist -- excellent
shopping, interesting sights and wonderful food -- most may
wish to give its seamier side a wide berth. A few years ago,
a cousin of mine took his bride to Bangkok for their honeymoon.
As innocents abroad, they must have belonged to the small
minority of people who are not aware of Bangkok's reputation
in the sex trade. Suffice to say, the variety show that they
decided to attend in their hotel was not quite what they had
had in mind (though it was undoubtedly not as "exotic"
as what they might have encountered in Patpong). They left
with unseemly haste, and several years later, this story can
still not be referred to without a high degree of embarrassment…
Sometimes,
people go to a place to experience its speciality (though
things may not work out quite as planned). A friend of mine
who grew up in Spain frequently tells a story about his teenage
years, when he went with a group of friends to participate
in the annual bull-run in Pamplona. During this event, (usually)
young men run in front of a herd of bulls, in order to outmanoeuvre
them, thereby proving their macho credentials (or insanity!).
At least, that seems to be the idea among a large number of
the young men! Inevitably, some people get hurt -- either
being pushed aside or trampled by their peers, or sometimes
being gored by the bulls. In this case, one of Jose's friends
caught the eye of one particular bull that went after him.
He became exhausted trying to out-run it, and finally, managed
to get himself tangled in the barbed-wire fence that
adjoined the route in his attempts to escape. As he tried
desperately to disentangle himself, he could hear the bull's
thundering hooves coming closer, and realised that he was
about to be gored. Saying his prayers, he suddenly became
aware that the thundering had stopped. The majority of bulls
had continued past, and the bull that had its eye on him stopped,
calmly urinated over him and continued on. Physically, he
survived with a few scratches, but his ego has never quite
recovered! It's enough to make you stay at home…
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