THE TREASURE OF AGRA
In Agra, we arrived at 11 pm and immediately went to look for the Taj Mahal. By the way, after 10 hours, life in the cities is dying out, it is forbidden to leave the hotel because of imminent danger, and local bombilies take you twice as much as a huge chance to find someone on the way. We chose the darkest street and went to look for the modern seventh wonder of the world.
Passing by the hordes of bats, taking part in battles of dog clans and swimming in the local yellow fog, we found ourselves at the main entrance to the territory of the relics. After a rough Khurai and demonstration of the range of modern Indian weapons, good guards with big guns told about the impossibility of immediately entering the territory. We realized three packs of cereal and already wanted to move towards the river and try to get there, but it turned out that on this street people are killed only at this time and you need to follow another. Dangerous street near the main attraction of India! It is all the same that they advise you not to go to the Red Square, but to go in the area of Kitay-gorod, because the main killers of Russia live on Red. Rave.
Anyway, the walls of the fortress turned out to be too slippery, the iron wire was quite barbed, and the guards’ machine guns were very firing, and it was decided to take a nap for four hours and fix right after dawn.
And here we are, skirting the parked camels, running away from sharp cow horns, finally caressed by gentle dawn-handles, rather than just the next paw of a female, trying to pretend to be Hindus and buy a ticket for 10 rupees. Perhaps because of the vocabulary in Hindi in the number of zero words, or perhaps because the face of the white Indian itself differs by five tones from ours only by evaporated red, we were mercilessly raspusheny, taken for Europeans and healed appropriately. You are a Hindu – pay 10 rupees, a European – give 750. 75 times more! How often, looking at your passport, you are asked to pay 100 rubles for going to the museum, and seven and a half pieces from your Belarusian friend? In India, yes!
This price includes bottled free water from the local ditch, holey boot covers and a plentiful massage at the entrance from the head of security who pulls you from head to toe and looks into all the holes, as long as you don’t get something extra.
What not to do in the Taj Mahal
Having inspected a camera with three lenses, foreign currency, a blue sleeping bag, toothbrushes and toothpastes, tablets, powders and a bear’s head, we were forbidden to carry one thing with us. And what could it be? Naturally, Bosko Bear, the most dangerous thing in our diet of professional gangsters! No matter how much we’ve been convinced for half an hour that this is our family value, is inherited, we don’t know how to talk without it, in Russia everyone goes with it like with vodka, that we get depressed, when we part with it, that it’s our Brahma and we will pray to him and with him, – the guards were not going to let in any way with this guy. “Only these two, let the third fail from here!” So our friend was in the chamber three meters by two meters, and we stopped talking and praying and fell into depression.
The dawn rays smoothly but surely poured and dressed us from top to bottom in the colors of the day, opening the curtain with blinds to life, and we turned out to be two out of three million tourists visiting the shrine every year.
The building itself is truly harmoniously intertwined with each groan Indian soul, every seedy bibikanem horn, each of a dry bony palm, begging each thousand dollars, lost on the black market pimping and drug Maine bazaar, every soul, leaving the burnt off the coast of the body of the Ganges and otpralyayuscheysya on the long-awaited peace, every stone in all the feet of the Buddha, radiating a thousand-year-old dust of the universe, with every third eye of any brahman, until sunset devotedly shielding Shiva, and after taking off for half an hour prostitute-hand, because for better did not have enough money to strip off tourists – the Taj Mahal is the heart of this Spine consciousness contrast from (0,0,0) to (255,255,255), irrevocably altering your perception and the fate of the country – India. Yogurt without a date, you should see it with your own eyes!
All these stories about the unfortunate love and the construction of the building as the personification of feelings you have heard millions of times, in extreme cases, check out the fast on Wikipedia, and for the time being we will enjoy the pink grandeur of white color, literally redeeming our guilt before everyone. The blame for allowing yourself to plunge into the ocean is far more limitless than the universe, than the billions of shades of nanopixels of feelings that a person can feel towards another person than the most extreme human stupidity. The ocean that envelops you from the outside and from the inside, and you no longer know, you are swimming in it, or it is in you, you are it, or it is you. Ocean Love.
Humanity is given an extensive choice in the committed nonsense, and the lowest of them is to give oneself to be torn apart by love. Your life, awareness, all seven bodies, perception, thoughts – everything that is, throw it into the abyss!