This morning, he and his colleagues (cousin Anshuman, employees Kapil and Giri) picked me up at 6:30 am for the 4-hour drive into Agra to see the Taj Mahal. Everywhere he goes Mukesh has family and friends. Shopkeepers greet him with open arms and he still has many connections in Agara from his school days in that city. We were treated royally wherever we went. A tip from his cousin helped us plan out our day--better to go first to the Agara Fort, the seat of Hindustan government for hundreds of years, and to end our day at the Taj Mahal, when the lines would be smaller.
Inside is a royal compound, complete with a women's palace for the emporer's wives. They were not allowed outside of the palace and were virtually prisioners in their own homes. Not only did each of the three wives have to share the emporer with each other, but also with his harem of girlfriends. The Muslim religion is extremely oppressive to women. But the architecture and vistas of the fort are breathtaking and the views from the upper stories afford a glimpse of the luminous TajMahal shimmering in the distance.
Built by the Mughal emporer Shah Jahan in memory of his favorite wife, Mumtaz Mahal, this palatial monument is actually a mausoleum that houses the tombs of the emporer and his queen.
After a tour of the Taj and its gardens, we stopped for a vegetarian lunch, with warm garlic nann, sliced cucumbers and tomatoes drizzled with fresh lime, and three steaming bowls of mixed vegetables, including the best tofu I have ever eaten in my life. Though it took another 4+ hours to get home, it was worth the drive. There is nothing to compare with seeing India through the eyes of its Indian residents.