The final evening in Delhi our family took us to Akshardham Temple complex. Akshardam means Eternal Abode of God. This stunning temple complex took 11,000 people 5 years to build. The temple has an intense security but we didn't initially realize how extreme. The signs state the basics: no backpacks, purses, cell phones, cameras. Yes, to money and passports.


The entrance to the temple complex is guarded with a long wait in gender specific lines to go through a metal detector and then get patted down (equivalent of a groping). As we were being processed, the security officials scrutinized Jaya's much loved and irreplaceable sidekick Mittens, a stuffed toy cat who is Jaya's confidant, would NOT be allowed in.
Jaya's loyal Bua's (Roshni, Roni and Kamya), in Hindi, tried to persuade the security team to let the little girl have her toy with no success. Massi Ji was angered that her little niece couldn't keep Mittens. She decided to slyly hide Mittens in the pleats of her Sari.
We passed through the check points and anxiously awaited Massi Ji's turn. However, at this point all the security have their eyes fixed on us, we are now being watched closer than someone on the FBIs most wanted list. Of course, Massi Ji was virtually strip searched and Mittens was discovered. Now, Mittens was to be confiscated. At this point, I expected Massi Ji to politely hand Mittens over for fear of being detained. Mentally, I was preparing for the horrifying task of explaining to Jaya that she about to lose Mittens forever.
| Massi Ji and her infamous sari! |
| Mausi Ji, an interesting, intelligent, kind and overall fabulous man. |
| Roni, Jaya (holding Mittens), Roshni, Kamya, Jay & Nina |
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| Roni, Savitri, Kamya, Jaya, Roshni, Jay |
After the light show a local family came up and were in awe of Savitri (Jay and Jaya were sitting elsewhere). They said she looked like a doll and wanted to touch her. Savitri said Namaste and allowed one girl to shake her hand!
| Dinner at Dilli Haut Marketplace. Gordon, Guddu, Ajeet, Manu, Krish |
| Archana, Guddu, Manu, Mausi Ji. |
The next morning Massi Ji and Masui Ji invited us over for lunch..it was only an hour visit but Goodu, Archana, Kris, Kamya, Roshni and Manu all came!
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| Jaya helping Massi Ji serve drinks |
| Savitri, Manu bhaiya, Jaya. Manu prepared the girls their own lunch...non spicy noodles and eggs. |
Now one would think, if you have a driver taking you to the airport, porters taking your luggage to check in and a local guide literally taking you by the hand, checking you in and guiding you to security that this would be an relatively smooth, seamless trip.
One would think. Again, we went through gender specific security check points, searched. Jaya was scanned and patted down, as I was I, but security personal were going to let Savitri pass …. however Savitri refused to continue unless she was also patted down in the "exact same way Jaya was". She literally jumped on the tiny platform and grabbed the security guards arm guiding her to complete the same security check on her. We still managed to get though it. Then, onto our carry-on where multiple items are removed and scrutinized (you would think by now we would know exactly what was and was not allowed on planes but apparently not!). Our precious Mittins was swished and squeezed and poked to ensure there was no contraband inside her, this time she was permitted to pass.
Once cleared, all of our carry on bags had to be ticketed AND stamped to get on the plane (Note this point for later!). Ajeet, Savitri, Jaya and I have 4 carry on bags, a pack we are using to carry Savitri on our backs, the now infamous Mittens and some loose toys that Savitri continually changes her mind about holding/not holding. Phew!! made it though that now all we have to do is wait to board…right?
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| Jay taking a power nap at the airport. |
Okay, just grab our stuff and board the plane…last obstacle, another pre-plane bag checkpoint (I have completely forgotten about this)….and of course my stamped ticket for this purple bag is MIA, security is not letting me by, my heart is pounding out of my chest. I start fumbling around, I am preparing to erupt in a scream of anger, frustration, terror, desperation that could be sensed by security and feared by all bystanders waiting behind me. Seconds before I release my RAGE, I spot the ticket ripped and fallen down the side of the bag. Once my heart slows down and breathing returns to normal I realize that Nina is right, the bag must go!
Love, Shannon (with lots of help from my superstar husband Ajeet)




Yeah Shannon, Buas are gifts given to children to make them feel precious and pampered. Though I stopped being a kid decades ago, my Bua still pampers me and makes me feel special:) and I like to continue the tradition by pampering the kids of whom I am Bua.
ReplyDeleteThe adventures with Mittins were hilarious...hope to make an acquaintance with her, and my little nieces soon :)
Love,Vidya
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