Obama is here!

Yes, yes, I knew he was coming but I simply lost track of the time and all of a sudden he was here! I vowed to avoid all public spaces (actually was warned to do so by those in power), but again I forgot. Besides, I heard he had shut down Lal Qila and I’ve already been there. So sure I was surprised when I eventually found the Raj Path—the Delhi equivalent of the Champs Elysee, replete with its own Arc de Triomphe known as the India Gate. After one wrong turn out of the metro (and really that’s all it takes to become hopelessly lost in this town), which led me to a camp of itinerants with their very own cow tied to the tall wrought iron fence of the Indira Ghandi community arts center, and then a right turn, which did lead me to the remnants of British imperialism. My, was I surprised when I figured out that attached to each and every one of the army of lampposts was an Indian flag—and an American one. Obama was on his way! Even though I knew I was taking my life in my hands, I had to walk the Raj Path all the way to the end, where I had so much fun taking pictures of the people who were taking pictures of a pretty bland tribute to millions of Indian soldiers.