Friday, March 9, 2018

Special Post - our general impressions of India after nearly 2 weeks

It is now two weeks since we returned from three weeks in India and “three weeks do not an expert make”, but we are ready to share with you some of our general impressions of India and its people.


We spoke to many people before coming to India and received two diametrically opposed comments: 1) India? You will absolutely love it! 2) India? You will absolutely hate it. There was no one we spoke with who was pareve. In fact, a good friend told us that INDIA stands for I’ll Never Do It Again!


Our first general impression is that India is culturally the most different of all countries that we have had the pleasure of visiting. And we have been exposed to a number of unique cultures such as China, Japan and other parts of Asia. And whatever we had read did not adequately prepare us for the initial cultural shock. 


The people of India are among the friendliest that we have encountered in our travels. Happy, friendly, smiling, curious, eager to help and very proud of their country and culture. More than once, people went out of their way to help us, expecting nothing in return. More than once, we heard about India being the leaders or the inventors of this or that. 


So here are some of our first impressions; not sure how accurate these are, they are just what we have observed from the short time that we spent there.... hope you enjoy. 


1. Driving is like taking your life in your hands. We have seen people driving the wrong way on a divided highway; there are no such things as lanes and no one obeys traffic signs or signals. They are not rules; merely suggestions. We saw police pulling people over for such infractions as 4 helmetless people on a motorcycle (maximum allowed is 2 and you must wear a helmet) and when I asked how much fine one would have to pay for such an infraction, I was told that all you have to do is pay off the policeman and you are on your way.....with the same 4 helmetless riders. As they said, being a policeman is a very lucrative position because of all the bribes you can receive.


2. The is the first place we have visited where painted on the rear of cars and trucks are the two words “BLOW HORN”. Since the driving is so erratic, one must keep his eyes glued to what is happening in front of him and cannot glance at his rear view mirror.  Additionally, since the streets are so narrow and people drive within inches of each other, the side mirrors tend to be pulled in or torn off. And so the only way to know that someone is tailgating and wishes to pass, is if the fellow in the rear sounds his horn. Therefore everyone is constantly on their horn. Very easy to get a headache from the constant blaring of horns. It is definitely the first impression that most people remember on their arrival in India....the NOISE!


3. A great Indian saying. When looking for a car, you need three good things in this order: Good horn, Good brakes and Good luck. 


4. There are animals everywhere. Cows, bulls, water buffalo, goats, dogs, pigs, peacocks. And because of the Hindu  respect for living things, you cannot force them off the roads, sidewalks, or pedestrian shopping areas. And so they cause havoc with trying to maneuver yourself or your vehicle around them. And everything slows down. Just last night, tho, I saw something I had never seen yet. There was an upscale fabric store with customers inside the store shopping. In the middle of the store, lying in the aisle was a huge bull. I could not believe it....honest, no bull! Talk about a “bull in a china shop”.


5. There are few if any traffic lights in the cities we have visited. And if they are there, they likely do not work. And therefore you take your chances crossing the road. You basically do the same as we learned in Vietnam. Begin walking at a constant pace and do not change the rhythm and the drivers will meander around you. But Fran feels that in India, the safest way is to follow the cow because they are the ones most respected. 


6. It is very nice and polite to greet people with a warm hello. In Toronto we say hello, in Israel Shalom and in India Namaste. But Namaste is not a simple hello - it is accompanied by placing the palms of both hands together and simultaneously placing the joined thumbs to your heart and greeting with a small bowing of the upper body. It is very nice and welcoming. The only problem is that people constantly do it. In Johdpur, we were on our way to breakfast in the hotel and passed a maintenance woman who was sweeping the walkway. She paused from her work to give us full Namaste. Then about a minute later, I had to return to the room for something I had forgotten. Another full fledged Namaste. Then a minute later, when I was returning to the breakfast area, she stopped what she was doing, got into the Namaste position and did it again. How this lady got anything done during the day is beyond me. What was especially uncomfortable was walking into a hotel, your hands laden with shopping bags and the doorman greets you with Namaste and you are expected to return the greeting. It is kind of impossible to do with your hands full. 


7. We have been in many places that could use improvement in their infrastructure. But India wins hands down. The place, while exotic, and mystical, and enchanting, is a total mess! Sidewalks are mostly non existent and even if there,  the walkway will be interrupted by broken or uneven pavement. Building exteriors are in a state of disrepair. We did not have the opportunity of visiting homes or apartments of locals, and we wonder whether the insides are maintained to a better standard. At the same time, we passed by areas in New Delhi with rows of huge mansions, that were owned by the very richest Indian families. In fact, as we were driving by, our driver was able to identify the names of each family. Even in these areas, the infrastructure was not consistently maintained. When we went to the fancy shopping mall on our last Sunday in India, right across the road from this impeccably maintained mall was a slum reminicent of the movie “Slum Dog Millionaire”.


One of the contrasts between India and other places that we have visited is the area around first class hotels. In most other places, such hotels were located where the surrounding area was walkable, with shops and restaurants and pedestrian traffic. In almost every hotel where we stayed, while the hotel itself and its grounds were of the highest standard, the area surrounding it was either under construction or looked like it had been thru a recent war. 


8. We were warned in advance not to expect the nicest washrooms while travelling thru India. We were pleasantly surprised!. It may have been our guides that ensured that when we needed a restroom, he knew where to find a clean one. So that was a relief. But if you ever go to India, make sure you have loose change with you because clean washrooms are usually accompanied by an attendant who waits outside with paper serviettes with which you dry your hands after washing. That will cost you 5 or 10 rupees which is only a few cents. But if all you have is 100 rupees and they do not have change, you might be paying $2 to wipe your hands. 


Now you might say that this is ok when you stop at a clean roadside restaurant and want to enjoy a clean restroom. But you would expect that when visiting a major tourist attraction like the Amber Fort or the City Palace, where you have paid a hefty entrance fee, that the restrooms would not have a charge. Not a chance! They are present everywhere and after a while it becomes a real drag, having to pay for the privilege of visiting the restroom.


9. And while we are on the subject of tipping, understand that unlike a number of other Far East locales that we have visited where tipping is not expected, India is a place where it is expected. And since they service the heck out of you, a doorman opening the door of your car, another opening the hotel door, a bellhop taking your luggage in and another delivering the luggage to your room, the attendant who cleans your room showing up to let you know who he is and that he too expects a tip, etc. etc., it becomes a bit much. Each of those people smiling and “Namaste-ing” you, each saying “welcome sir or ma’am” and you really do not know who to tip. And how much to tip. The first two hotels where we stayed had a “tip box” which made it easy. Leave an amount for the staff and let them figure it out. 


And while touring, we had a guide, a driver, and sometimes it was two per city, one that greeted us at the airport and escorted us to our hotel and a different one who picked us up the next morning. Each of them needed to be tipped.


Now do not get me wrong....they deserve it and the amount expected is not large at all. If you tip a bellhop 100 rupees (the equivalent of $2 Canadian) it is OK. And if you give a driver or guide 500 to 1000 for the day, that is quite likely very generous. So it is not the amount at all, it is the number of people performing a service and not knowing who to tip and how much. There are a number of websites that present guidelines and before travelling to India, it is worthwhile reading those guidelines. 


10. Tzniut or modesty of dress is a given in India. Women tend to wear a long tunic over pants or a sari. Men wear long pants and a shirt. We did not see too many men wearing t shirts and very few women had uncovered legs. There was the occasional bare midriff visible on a sari clad woman, but that was usually somewhat hidden by a gauzy shawl. Some of the guidebooks had written that even in the heat of summer, men do not wear shorts in India. There were no low cut or halter tops on women. We sensed an attitude of modesty in dress that seems to have disappeared among the youth of today, even in the Modern Orthodox communities in North America. 


11. Security at airports and hotels and being frisked - we were not prepared for the level of security that we witnessed in India. At the airports, the only way to be admitted into the terminal building is by showing a worker pass or by being a passenger, which means showing a confirmed flight for that day and your passport. Without both, you will not get in the door. We have shown up at airports in North America and in Europe with only our passport and the ticket agent at the desk finds your flight information on her computer. That will not work in India. Without a flight info either in print or on your phone, you cannot proceed. That goes for arrivals as well...which means that on arrival, those waiting for you have to wait outside the terminal. 


When entering into the terminal, your luggage is all scanned before proceeding, your carry on luggage has to be tagged or you will be stopped and then when you get to security, even if you walk thru the metal detector without setting it off, everyone, man and woman and child are frisked. Women do get the privacy of a closed booth where a female guard does the frisking. 


On interernational flights, even after getting thru the metal detector and carry on security, you will undergo another total metal detector and frisk down security measure upon reaching the gate.


We watched airport personnel push wheelchairs up to the plane and then when returning to push the next wheelchair, even if they had not been out of full view, were frisked again. 


At hotels, before entering the hotel grounds, your vehicle is stopped by a security guard, who checks under the hood, in the trunk and with the use of mirrors, under the car, to ensure that you are not bringing anything into the hotel area. And then before entering the front door of the hotel, all your luggage goes thru a scanner and you walk thru a metal detector. This happens each time you re-enter the hotel. And you are frisked or wanded every time. 


These measures were instituted after the terrible terrorist attacks in 2008 when Chabad Rabbi Gavriel and Rebbetzin Rivka Holtzberg were murdered in Mumbai. It is thorough and includes everyone....quite remarkable. 


Btw, as a result of the Mumbai massacres, every Chabad house has an armed soldier or police presence outside the building 24 hours a day. His security is supplied to Chabad by the government. 


12. Wedding celebrations - we witnessed a number of weddings whilst in India. And they are loud and elaborate affairs. 


We saw a few processions in the middle of the street, where the groom is escorted to the wedding hall, on an elaborately decorated white horse, surrounded by a band with drums and trumpets and groups of his friends and family, both male and female, singing and dancing around the horse. 


Then in Jodhpur, we were staying in a gorgeous heritage hotel, the Ajit Bahwan Palace, and in its sister Hotel next door, there was a wedding reception taking place. We went over to see it and took some pictures and when we were about to leave, one of wedding party said...”where are you going....you are our guests...please stay”.


It was joyous and welcoming and spoke well of the inclusiveness that Indians show to visitors. 


Btw, Indian weddings can last a few days....a popular saying in India is that “Indian weddings last longer than some American marriages”!


Weddings in India among Hindus are arranged and that is going on even today. It is shameful to the Hindu when a wedding ends in divorce and as such there are very few divorces...numbers like 1 or 2 in a thousand are mentioned in statistics on google. One tenth of one percent. Almost negligible. Compare that statistic with most places in the world!


13. Israel and Jews - The Jewish community was once a thriving community in India. In 1948, after the formation of the state of Israel, 33000 Jews made Aliyah to Israel leaving behind around a community of about 5000 Jews.  Over 70,000 Indian Jews now live in Israel (over 1% of Israel's total population). 


The bulk of the remaining Jews live in Mumbai with a Jewish population of approximately 4000. There are about ten families left in New Delhi, another ten in Kolkata, and just a few remaining in Cochin. There are other communities like the Bnai Menashe in North East India, who claim direct descent from the tribe of Menashe and Israeli organizations like Shavei Yisrael have been working with the community, who have adopted Orthodox Jewish practice, to assist them in making Aliyah to Israel and to undergo whatever conversion is required to allow them to be considered full fledged Jews in Israel. 


Though Judaism is a prominent world religion, and although the average Indian has little knowledge of it, Judaism was one of the first foreign religions to arrive in India in recorded history, some arriving more than 2000 years ago, during the time of the Kingdom of Judah, others as descendants of Israel's Ten Lost Tribes, with Baghdadi Jews arriving in the 1700s fleeing persecution in the Arab world. 


And although they account for a totally insignificant percentage of the total population, and although they are very different in their religious beliefs than the typical Indian, Jews have never suffered anti semitism in India. They have succeeded in the fields of science, professions like law and medicine and as government officials. 


Nevertheless, their numbers are dwindling. Indian Jews have left for economic and religious reasons and many younger Jews have left because finding a Jewish spouse is becoming ever more difficult in India. 


The only visible Jewish Community in most of India is Chabad. There are now 16 Chabad centres listed in India and they basically locate in areas where there will be Jewish travelers or Israeli backpackers. In the two centres that we visited for Shabbat in New Delhi and in Pushkar, there were no locals who came to minyan or to the Shabbat meals. The possibility of a minyan and the financial support of the local Chabad, is totally dependent on who is visiting that Shabbat. The shlichim and their families are truly alone and totally dedicated.


What one has to remember about Chabad of India is that many of the centres are not 12 month operations. Many are seasonal, dependent on when the tourist season hits and perhaps closing during the high heat seasons or the heavy monsoon rain season. 


We encountered no anti Jewish or anti Israel sentiment in our three weeks. I wore a kippah everywhere and while I did get the occasional stare and the occasion inquiry as to “whether I was a Muslim”, when I responded that I was Jewish and from Israel and Canada, the reaction that we got was total respect and awe for Israel, its wonderful Prime Minister (after all, he is a friend of PM Modi!), and the fact that Israel is a powerful and productive country. 


In Punjab, where most of the men wear the traditional turban, I joked with the locals, that I too was wearing my turban, tho much smaller and flatter than theirs. 

14. Kashrut - We ate very well while in India, without shlepping too many kosher products with us. Chabad of New Delhi working with our tour operator India Kosher Travel, had freshly prepared non frozen dinners and lunch boxes sent daily to every hotel where we stayed on our route. The cost of the dinners was roughly $25 - $30 per dinner meal and $10 to $15 per lunch. We also paid them for delivery, sometimes by courier and sometimes by train or bus. 


Our Shabbat meals were all at Chabad and paid by voluntary donation directly to the local Chabad. 


Chabad also provided us with a fry pan, spatula, cutting board and knife, and a bottle of oil, so that we could go to the hotel breakfast area egg station, and have the chef prepare for us omelettes and fried/scrambled eggs every morning. Chabad sent instructions to the hotels advising them that we had to be involved in the process to eliminate the halachic problem of “bishul akum” and the hotels and their staff were amazingly cooperative and understanding.


Because of the number of different and diverse dietary needs of travelers to India (there are vegetarians, vegans, half vegans, halal people, etc. etc.), they are so used to individual needs and as such it was quite easy to navigate thru the process.  


The meals were delivered on time, were delicious, double wrapped for heating in the microwave and the menu was varied between fish and chicken entrees and a variety of side dishes and salads. Highly recommended. 


The one mistake that we made was that we ordered two meals per night and two lunch boxes per day. Had we known how much food and how generous the portions would be, we could have gotten away with sharing one lunch and one dinner. And the cost was not at all exorbitant and it saved us the issue of shlepping food and the time to source local ingredients to prepare our own meals. 


Those who know us, or readers of this blog, are aware that generally when we travel, we rent apartments with full kitchen facilities and then carry with us basic kitchen needs; fry pan and soup pot, kitchen knives and utensils and then, armed with the local kosher approved list, hit the local supermarket and prepare our own meals. 


In India, this was not a viable alternative, for a number of reasons. 


First, there is no local kosher list. Second, there are very few actual supermarkets and even fewer supermarkets that carry any foreign products that would have kosher supervision. Third, I am not sure what the situation is like in Mumbai (where most of the Jews live) but in the areas that we visited, you could not buy any chicken or meat products and I am not even sure about the availability of fish. Fourth, because India is so huge (one third the size of Canada) and even the small area that we covered (mostly Rajasthan) necessitated long drives from place to place without setting down roots for more than two nights, and because there were not many choices of decent apartments in the places that we visited, we decided to stay in hotels which would not provide cooking areas for us. 


And so, without the assistance of India Kosher Travel, it would have been very difficult from a kashrut perspective. 


Now, many people that we have spoken to are under the impression, that because the vast majority of Indians are vegetarian, and because of the great availability of pure veggie restaurants in India, that this should be a very easy country in which to travel. Just go into a vegetarian restaurant and you are home free.


I am not a Rabbi and will never tell anyone what to do, other than to advise readers to consult their local Halachic authority. 

But in our discussions with our Rabbi, the issues of bishul akum, the kashrut of milk products in India and the checking of vegetables for bugs are all significant concerns that will present themselves to the kosher traveler. 


And as a result, and because of the lengthy discussion above, rather than find India an easy place to travel from a kashrut perspective, we found that it was one of the most difficult. Without Chabad and India Kosher Travel, it would have been very difficult. 


15. Smells, cleanliness, water and bug spray - before we came, we were warned. India smells. It is filthy. Only drink bottled water and even then, you will get the Indian version of Montezuma’s revenge, locally called Delhi Belly. And every morning, before leaving the hotel, totally cover up with long sleeves and long pants and spray with DDT bug spray or you will get malaria. 


Well, we found that most of the above is not true at all. Let’s deal with them one at a time. 


Other than walking by an Indian restaurant, there were no smells at all and near the restaurants, the smells were only reflective of what was cooking and for the most part pleasant. 


It is filthy, true. There is dust everywhere. The infrastructure needs major attention. And therefore it is important to remove your shoes when entering a home or your hotel room because you have no idea what you are carrying with you at the bottom of your shoes. But staying in a good hotel creates an oasis for you from all the dust, dirt, noise and mess outside the hotel grounds. Anyone who feels that they have to wash their hands with hand sanitizer on a regular basis or who is afraid to put their bare hands on a handrail or door knob should likely remove India from their bucket list. 


Water. True. Only drink bottled water. There is filtered and purified tap water available but our stomachs are likely more sensitive and we therefore only drank bottled water; even for brushing our teeth. Hotels provide ample supplies of bottled water and if you run out, it is available everywhere and is very inexpensive. 


We thankfully did not get Delhi Belly. And the meals from Chabad included cut up veggies as in an Israeli salad. But when buying fruit ourselves, we still stayed with peelable fruits such as bananas and oranges. 


We got typhus shots before we left and our hepatitis shots were still valid. Our travel doctor (you should see one before travelling anywhere in the Far East) advised us that we would likely not need malaria shots for springtime in the northwest of India but left the final decision up to us. We opted not to take it. And when we arrived, I wore short sleeves, and only sprayed bug spray one evening when we went bird watching. 


So all in all, a lot of fear before travelling and not a lot of reality in the fear. Still, our advice would be to be cautious and careful and to stay in decent hotels. 


16.The Caste System - We had heard about the caste system, which is the categorizing of Indian citizens into a distinct hierarchy of classes. What we did not know was that the caste system was constitutionally abolished in 1950 and yet, when we broached the topic with our guides, they all said that it exists today as a societal reality in India. In other words, even though it is illegal, movement between the castes will result in being ostracized by family and friends and therefore no one dares challenge the status quo. 


We understand it as four levels; the priestly level, the business class, the warrior class and the “untouchables” (called thus because they are involved in the dirtiest of tasks and therefore no one would wish to touch them). 


One of the weirdest results of the system, is that the government has created quotas for people of lower classes in positions that they would not normally be able to fill. For example, since people in the warrior class or in the untouchables would not normally be able to enter university for a medical degree, India has reserved a specific number of places for people in those classes. But what is weird about it is that where someone from the priestly class might require a 90% score to qualify, if you were from a lower class, you could qualify with a 50%. What that means is that there are people filling medical positions who qualified with a low score while others with high academic scores are shut out because of the quota. 


Some of our guides told us that because of this, many people opt to go to private rather than state run hospitals and medical centres. 


When we asked one of our guides whether he would be shocked or accepting if one of his children married someone from another caste, his response was “I do not understand the question....it could never happen”. “It would bring shame to our family and that couple would be totally excluded from any interaction with the family”.


One incident that we witnessed: We were standing with a group of tourists when visiting Nimaj. Our guide was someone who was well known in the village as having come from the highest class. A motorcycle approached from one side and there was a man and woman on the motorcycle. All of a sudden the motorcycle stopped, both people disembarked and they walked the motorcycle past us, mounted it again and continued on their way. When I asked what had just occurred, our guide explained that because these two people were from a lower class, out of respect, they would not simply drive by but had to walk humbly past the guide and his guests.  


This was a most unique trip. We saw an ancient and fascinating culture. A people who appeared to be immersed in a bustling crowded country and yet a people that is friendly, happy, smiling and very courteous. A people that has a respect for living creatures that we had not yet seen in our travels. A people who had been trained to deliver a level of service to visitors that would rival the best in any area of the world. Contrasting areas of great wealth and abject poverty with seemingly nothing much in the middle. A people clinging to their traditions and faith and their distinct mode of dress. 


We enjoyed the part of India that we had visited. We recognize that it is not for everyone. But we are pleased that we made the decision to go and experience a little of Incredible India. 





Tuesday, March 6, 2018

India - February 2018 - Two Days in Amritsar

On Monday, we flew from Delhi to Amritsar, in the State of Punjab. We would be here until Wednesday, our last day in India. And it was a fascinating, colourful, enjoyable and interesting two days. 

Punjab is one of India’s 29 states, and Amritsar is the second largest city in Punjab. The state of Punjab, with a total population of 27 million people, is the central headquarters of the Sikh faith, the 9th largest world religion.

There are 24 million Sikhs in the world, and 22 million of them live in Punjab. The largest concentration of Sikhs outside of India, is in Canada, numbering over 600,000, and the two major centres are in the Vancouver suburb of Surrey, BC (over 40% of the population) and in Brampton, Ontario. By religion, Punjab is close to 60% Sikh, just under 40% Hindu, 2% Muslim and 1% Christian, plus insignificant numbers of other religions. 

Amritsar is a city of over one million people and there are two major tourist attractions in the area. One is the famous Sikh Golden Temple and the other is the daily changing of the guard and lowering of the flags at the nearby Indian - Pakistani border. 

Before leaving the airport, we noticed a number of local turbaned Sikh men, all wearing daggers on their belt. It was kind of shocking. I have had nail clippers confiscated at airport security. I had three security people at the Rome airport discuss at length whether a very blunt jam spreader with a Venitian Murano glass handle found in my carry on luggage was considered a weapon (it was a gift for my mother and they eventually permitted me to take it on board). And here were many people walking around with daggers. 




I actually went over to one of them and asked how it would be possible to allow daggers into the airport. He said that since it is a vital part of their religion, if it is below a specified size, it is permitted. 

The dagger is called a “kirpan” and is one of the 5 k’s of Sikhism, which Sikh men are required to wear at all times: Kesh (uncut hair), Kangha (a wooden comb for the hair), Kara (an iron bracelet), Kachera (100% cotton tieable undergarment) and Kirpan (an iron dagger large enough to defend yourself).

The Five Ks are not just symbols, but articles of faith that collectively form the external identity of the Sikh.

I wonder how this would play out at any Canadian airport, if I would walk thru with a dagger claiming that I was Sikh, or is this only here in the heart of Sikhism, in Amitsar? When I googled it, I discovered that on domestic flights in India, a “kirpan” or ceremonial knife can be carried on board as long as the blade is less than two and a half inches in length (6 cm). 

But then I was kind of shocked to discover that as of November 2017, the kirpan is permitted on domestic Canadian flights and International flights to places other than the USA, as we have adopted the same 6 cm. rule as well. No nail clippers, but a 6 cm. dagger?

On arrival, there was the ever present local guide holding a welcome sign with the words “India Kosher Travel” and the ever present SUV with our driver. 

We headed into town to our hotel, the Holiday Inn. On the drive there, we immediately noticed a number of differences between this area and other areas we had visited in India. 

While there was clearly a need for some infrastructure improvement here as well, it appeared that they were doing something about it. There were clearly delineated streets, with sidewalks and curbs. There were residential areas with neatly arranged homes and apartments. There was construction going on. And the farm fields that we passed from the airport to town were neatly arranged and very green. There were few cows around, and the few we saw, were in fields and in farm corrals. The majority of men here were wearing turbans of various colours but of the same style of turban wrapping (there are definitely regional differences in the way Indian men wrap their turbans). Nearly all the men had amazing facial hair, well kept beards and moustaches. 

As I indicated above, the major attraction here in Amritsar is the Golden Temple and we had no idea whether Sikhism was a monotheistic religion and whether visiting the temple would present any problems to us. We had always thought of Sikhism as a branch of Hinduism, which would render visiting the temple as forbidden to us. But once we researched the subject, we discovered that it is very different from Hinduism, and when we asked the fellow from Chabad who organized our trip, he in fact confirmed that most of the religious Jews that come to India, do visit the Golden Temple, based on the fact that Sikhism is a monotheistic religion that forbids idol worship of any sort. 

A little while after checking into the hotel our meals arrived from Chabad of Delhi. We explained our needs to the chef and once again, he was very eager to help. As we had experienced at a couple of hotels along our journey, he assigned a member of his staff, Rajneesh, to be our point person for all our meals. Rajneesh would go into the kitchen, bring out our meals in their plastic double wrapped containers and ask us which of these we would like to have warmed up in the microwave. 

We explained to the kitchen staff in each of the hotels, the need to keep the Saran Wrap on the container during the microwaving, as you need a double wrap to ensure its kashrut. Rajneesh would remove all the dishes and table setting and then set our table with the Chabad supplied paper plates and plastic cutlery. It was great to have the same person at each meal in this hotel, which saved us having to re-explain our kosher laws and customs. 

Our guide returned with the driver to take us to the Golden Temple for a view of the proceedings at night and their ceremony of their “Golden Ark”. 

We drove thru the city and again noticed that it was much neater and better laid out than the cities previously visited. We then drove thru a very run down industrial area and pulled into a dark parking lot. We parked and emerged from the parking area into what looked like a modern, beautifully maintained wide promenade of streets and store fronts. Proper storefronts facing the streets with apartments and hotels on the floors above them. Everything was clean and pristine; there was no garbage in the streets; the area was dust free; it was like you went from chaos and unkempt streets and stores, to a Disneyland atmosphere, in the space of a couple of blocks. Everything was brightly lit, there was no vehicular traffic allowed and the place was teeming with people, all headed in the direction of the Golden Temple. 

Our guide had warned us to dress with modesty, and had told Fran to wear leggings or trousers or a long skirt to cover her legs. He also told her that when entering the Temple area, her hair would have to be covered. I jokingly asked him whether her shaitel (wig) would do and he replied “no”. He told me that my hair would also have to be covered and my kippah would not be sufficient a covering. And so we bought two thin material “tichels” or bandanas that we would put on when entering the area. He said that we would have to enter barefoot, no shoes or socks allowed. Not even pantyhose for women. 


There were thousands of people entering the temple and this goes on 24 hours a day all year. 

The temple is managed by a charitable trust that collects donations to maintain the area. There is no fee to enter and no outward appeal to leave a donation. There are charity boxes at specific locations where one can make a contribution. Most of the people working at the temple are volunteers. 

The Golden Temple is the centre of the Sikh religion. And as we had been told at a number of locations in India about the Hindus need to visit the Ganges, or another specific temple, at least once in their lifetime, we were again told this at the Golden Temple. A follower of the Sikh religion would have to visit here at least once in their lifetime, and so there are many  pilgrims. 




The temple is situated on a man made large pond, connected to the edge of the pond by a causeway. Whether you visit by day or night, it is a dramatic sight to behold, although we thought that at night, brightly lit up, with its colourful reflection in the still waters of the pond, the sight is amazing. Around the perimeter of the pond are many buildings which house the Sikh administrative offices, treasury and museums, as well as the headquarters of the main political party of the State of Punjab. 
In addition, there is a massive kitchen and eating area, which will be explained in detail below. 

The area was designated as a holy site by a Sikh Guru in the 1500s. Over the next couple of centuries, the entire temple area took form with the construction of the pond, the Temple and the surrounding buildings. In the 1700s, there were a number of conflicts between the Sikhs and the Mughal Empire.  There were incidents where Sikhs were barred from praying in the temple, where the pond was emptied and filled with sand, where carcasses and entrails of slaughtered animals were brought into the temple, where the sanctity of the temple was defiled by its conversion into an entertainment centre with dancing girls, and finally in 1762, when the temple was blown up with gunpowder.

In 1764, money was collected to rebuild the structure and over the next 5 decades the current structure of marble and gold took shape. There is 750 kgs of gold in the structure which has a dollar equivalent at today’s prices of $32 million. 

There are four gates by which one can enter the courtyard, indicating the Sikh principle of welcoming all people and all religions equally. Sikh pilgrims consider the entire complex holy and therefore many were prostrating themselves flat on the ground or on their knees, as they entered the area. The waters are considered holy as well, and many would immerse themselves in the water or fill bottles with the water to transport home with them. There were special “tzniut” (modest) tent enclosures, where women could immerse themselves in privacy. 

The central Sikh belief is their holy scripture, which they regard as their “guru” or guide to living. It is called Guru Granth Sahib, has 1430 pages and is divided into 39 chapters. All copies are exactly alike. The Sikhs are forbidden from making any changes to the text within this scripture. It was compiled by the fifth guru of the Sikhs, was started in 1601 and finished in 1604. 

Before entering the courtyard, there is an area with benches where you can remove your shoes and leave them in the supervised shoe check area. You then go to the hand washing stations and proceed to walk thru a shallow water filled trough which constitutes the requirement to wash your feet before entering thru one of the four gates. 


The sight, as you emerge from the gate, is very dramatic. The temple all covered in gold and reflecting on the calm waters of the surrounding pond. The other buildings are painted in various colours and are also beautiful as they reflect on the waters of the pond. The entire area is pristine and well maintained. It is also well supervised by hundreds of volunteers. There are fresh water stations, where volunteers hand out metal cups of water. Beside these stations are areas where other volunteers meticulously clean the used cups and prepare them for the next wave of visitors. 

Our guide took us to the area where the elders were preparing the golden ark for its nightly pickup of the holy scripture. The ark was an ornate gold covered open carriage with poles on either side to allow it to be carried on the shoulders of four men. The open area had beautiful and colourful cushions where the scripture would rest while in transit. To the right of the temple was a building that housed the resting area of the scripture. 


Every morning at daybreak, there is a ceremonial carrying of the scripture from its resting area into the temple and every evening, the golden ark would be carried into the temple to carry the scripture back to its resting place. There is a lengthy and elaborate ceremony of draping the ark with garlands of fresh flowers, each morning and evening. 

There were thousands of people gathered to witness the evening ceremony and after the ark was on its way into the temple, we left and returned to our hotel for dinner and a well deserved rest. 

In the late morning, we were picked up for our second visit to the temple, this time to see the kitchen and the daily preparation of meals for its visitors. 

On the way, we passed by signs welcoming PM Justin and Sophie Trudeau who were due to arrive in Amritsar the next morning. And when we arrived at the temple area, the Temple Guards and local military and police were going thru a dress rehearsal for the grand welcome. I took the opportunity of posing with the guards.




One of the principles of Sikhism is the equality of all mankind. And to demonstrate that concept, the free kitchen or “langar” was started by the first Sikh Guru, Guru Nanak, where meals are served, the same meal to everyone, with everyone seated together, on the floor, at the same level (with no one “above”anyone else), with no divisions between sexes, race, colour, age, creed, religion, status, or financial standing. 


This was a revolutionary concept in the caste ordered society of 16th century India where Sikhism began. 

In addition to the ideals of equality, the tradition of langar expresses the ethics of sharing, community, inclusiveness and oneness of all humankind.

What is most remarkable is that on a normal day, like the one when we visited, approximately 40,000 meals are served; on a festival, 100,000 meals are served. This is all made possible through donations and volunteers. 

Our tour today took us through the area where visitors lined up to receive their metal plates and cutlery (no disposables are used, as this would be costly and wasteful), the eating area (there are two areas, each capable of seating 5000 visitors at a time), the bakery (where flour grinders can process 12000 kgs of flour a day and the automatic roti machine can produce 25000 an hour), the food preparation area where volunteers are peeling vegetables and hand rolling rotis, the cooking area (where huge vats are cooking rice, lentils and soups, and where the contents of these vats are stirred with boat oars), and the washing area (where the reusable dishes and cutlery are each washed five times to ensure cleanliness).











At every stage, there are quality control personnel, to ensure the consistency of cleanliness and product.

And to ensure that everyone can eat, regardless of dietary restrictions, a traditional vegetarian meal of lentils, rice, vegetables and roti is served. It would be interesting to bring in a kashrut expert to analyze what kashrut issues, if any, are present for the kosher visitor. 

This was a remarkable feat, to set up a free kitchen that would feed at least 40000 meals a day, every day, all year!

In the afternoon, we travelled 40 minutes west to the India - Pakistan border to watch the famous daily ceremony of the changing of the guard and the lowering of the flags. 

Relations between India and Pakistan have been complex and largely hostile since British rule ended in 1947 and the formation of two new sovereign nations, the Dominion of India and the Dominion of Pakistan. India is a secular nation with a Hindu majority and Muslim minority, while Pakistan was originally a secular nation with a Muslim majority, later turning into an Islamic Republic. The partition literally split Punjab in half with Lahore on the Pakistani side and Amritsar on the Indian side, both about 30 kms. from the border.

Despite this tense relationship, both countries come together every sundown to produce a zealous, passionate ceremony that marks the nightly closing of the border. 

After the uneventful drive to the border, we entered a large parking area, and then proceeded to walk the 1 kilometre to the security checkpoint, where men and women split into two lines, presented passports and were frisked before being allowed to enter the area where the ceremony would be held.

There were hundreds of transport trucks and tractor trailers parked in the area, which reminded us that we were at the only active legal border crossing between India and Pakistan, where goods are transported daily in either direction.

Grandstands capable of seating 10000 people lined both sides of the Indian side of the street with separate specific areas designated for special guests and VIPs, for foreigners like us and for Indian nationals.  











Less than 50m away from where we were seated, the border fence and Pakistan’s grandstands were clearly visible. While our side had mixed seating, on the Pakistani side, everyone was separated by sex. 

Clad in a white tracksuit, our MC for the evening, who was clearly there to warm up the crowd and build audience participation into a frenzy of pro Indian excitement, encouraged shouts of "Hindustan Zindabad!” (long live India!) from our side of the border, while echoes of "Pakistan!" could be heard coming back from across the gate. 

It was hard to remember that we were literally toeing the line between two countries that have a tumultuous and violent relationship.

After a couple of performances by singing groups and dance troupes to warm up the audience, the ceremony began. The stadium on our side had filled to about 75%, an estimated crowd of 7000 people. 

And then the ceremony began. The Indian border guards in their official khaki uniforms, wearing tall red-fanned hats that resembled the plumage of an exotic bird, gathered in official formation in the centre of the stadium floor. A serious looking guard stepped up to the microphone, let out a long bellowing yell that was echoed from the other side. He was in direct competition with his Pakistani counterpart. Two men from two different countries, less than 100m apart, were participating in a good old-fashioned scream-off. 

When our guard completed his call to attention, he briskly marched down the lane towards Pakistan, with well rehearsed stomps and kicks, and upon nearing the border fence, would complete his march with a high kick, a menacing glare and arm and fist movements, and chest beating, designed to send the message that we, India, are stronger and we are in command. If you would glance over to the other side, you would see the almost identical manoeuvres and performances by the Pakistani troops. 

What followed were a series of these shows with two men, two women, soldiers with machine guns, with dogs, etc. and with each march, the MC would whip the crowd into a deafening frenzy to show those guys on the other side of the border exactly who was boss! 

And then it was over! 

The brief nightly 45 minute show came to an abrupt end when each nation’s flag was lowered at precisely the same time, a quick handshake between the two head guards and the gates slammed shut. 

This happens every night. Thousands of people travel from each side of the border for a brief ceremony, and when it ends and you begin your 15 minute walk back to your car or bus, an entire market has been suddenly erected on both sides of the highway to try and entice you to buy a souvenir or trinket to remember your participation in this unique and rather strange display of border superiority. 

While these two countries have had a long and conflicted relationship, it is ironic to see that for a brief moment every night they are somewhat united by the closing of gates and lowering of flags. 

We drove back to our hotel and packed for our flight back to Delhi on Wednesday afternoon.

When we arrived in Delhi, our driver was there and we were escorted to the Holiday Inn in Aero City, about one km. from the International Airport. India Kosher Travel had wisely recommended, that rather than hang out at the airport awaiting our 1 AM departure for Toronto, that we should check into the hotel, relax and unwind and that they would send us our Chabad meal to the hotel and that well rested, we could make our way to the airport in time for our flight home. 

Aero City is a huge complex of dozens of hotels, and in the centre of all these buildings, lies a newly completed shopping area, where travelers like us, in transit, can pass the time in a relaxed atmosphere, catch a meal and perhaps do some last minute shopping. The Holiday Inn was a very nice and busy hotel. 

Well, we have completed three weeks in India. A nation of extremes. And a nation of extremely friendly people.


We will be posting once more with our overall impressions. This was perhaps the most unique destination that we have ever visited, in terms of the cultural and societal differences, and it took us a few days to absorb the initial shock....but more on that when we post our observations. 

Thanks for listening....

All the best

Fran and David