Snake killer

No, this is not an Indian cat. Some kampung cat which had its fun with the snake, killed it and coolly walked away.

Indian Delicacies

One of the horror stories before I came over was how easily everybody got food poisoning over here in India. Some said it got so bad that you are unsure whether to puke it out or shit it out.

One thing they didn't tell me though. Food here is godly taste good as hell.



I only managed to try their chapati, naan and briyani so far. Yea, you can easily get them back home, but its a total different league here. The ammount of side dishes accompanying the bread, and the tantalizing aroma immediately sent my taste buds craving for more, even now as I am writing this. The existence of curry back home is a mockery to the curry served here. God, I might spit at the fake Indian food back home.



Another thing India is famous for should be their mangoes.



I bought two kilos of these mangoes for only 70 rupees (RM5). Sweet succulent fruits they are. You could even separate the flesh from the seed by squeezing it with the skin still on, and then suck the flesh and juice out from a hole.

All this great food here, and guess what, no diarrhea.

Wait. I did have slight diarrhea, but that was from having 6 mangoes in a go.

Incredible India

Headlines this morning was all about the Pakistani terrorist launching rockets into Punjab.

I am in fucking Punjab. Thankfully it was some other city near the India-Pakistan border.

Yup. I am now in Chandigarh, Punjab in India. It was just a week ago when I was still enjoying my favourite meal of herbal pork stew aka bak kut teh in Malaysia. After enduring weeks of horror stories from India, here I am to witness the truth with my very own eyes.

Honestly, I still find it hard to believe that I am in India. It is a very surreal feeling and I only have fragments of memory of how I got here.



Transited at Changi Airport for a whole 7 hours

The moment I landed in Delhi, it felt different. I have never seen so many Indians in my entire life. No, that is not a racist statement. They were just … everywhere. It was a freaking sea of brown people.

I got into a car, and headed to my hotel in Gurgaon, Delhi. I felt safer in a roller coaster ride. The roads of India had no rules, more like a free for all deathmatch. They accelerate with their horns, come within inches from each other, stop abruptly in the middle of the freaking highway after missing a turn, drive in reverse and also drive opposing the traffic. Longest ride of my life.

Crashed the moment I reached my hotel in Gurgaon, Delhi. Woke up about 5am the next morning due to time difference and got ready for another long road trip up North. It was only 280km apparently to Chandigarh, but the freaking trip took near 6 hours. It was interesting the first 2 hours. Their road transportation varied from lorries, cars, rickshaws, bicycles, to horses, cows, and even donkeys. You could even find warthogs running around freely.


A view outside my hotel in Gurgaon. And I thought Malaysia was hazy.


Looks like this area was bombarded.

The scenery for the next 200 kilometers was more or less like this:


Poverty.


Abandoned.


Messy.


And barren.

The surroundings improved slightly up north. There were more trees, a lot of paddy fields and less dusty. Chandigarh is known as the greenest city in India and that is quite true with trees and parks surrounding the whole place. The place isn't as crowded as Delhi and more men in turbans could be seen around.


But you can still easily spot horses and cows in Chandigarh.

Reading and hearing about India can only tell you so much. Experiencing it for yourself is a whole different thing. Really. How the heck did I end up in this shithole fascinating country.