Agra, the Taj Mahal. One of the seven wonders of the world. The Eiffel tower of Paris. The Pantheon of Greece. The Wall of China of.. uh…China. This architectural marvel is definitely worth visiting. The trip to Agra was definitely a must and I'm glad we did it but...
In a couple of years I probably won't remember that it took nearly 22 years to construct or that over 1,000,000 elephants were used to transport the marble. I probably won't remember that the Taj Mahal was built by Shah Jahan as a tribute to his third wife, Mumtaz Mahal, who died while giving birth to their 14th child. I'll probably forget that nearly 4 million people visit this place every year or that it cost an estimated 320 million Indian Rupees to construct. But there is one thing I am certain I will never forget. That is our transportation experience from Delhi to Agra and back, mainly because of one very interesting character named Sanjeev.
Sanjeev was our designated driver for the day. He spoke very little English, but that didn't stop us from having a great time with him. Fifteen minutes into the trip, once we got out of Delhi he played this Hindi techno song that was just perfect for the occasion. The sun was rising, the Delhi traffic was left behind and the song just felt sooo right. What we didn't know was that Jimmy and I had committed a fatal mistake. I guess with our singing and dancing we let Sanjeev know how much we loved the song. This proved to be an unrecoverable mistake. The CD that Sanjeev was playing had over 100 MP3 songs (I know this because after our day trip I borrowed it and quickly burned a copy on my laptop) but he played this song the entire trip. After 15 minutes the song started to lose its luster. And at 30, it was just full annoying.
I will never know what was wrong with Sanjeev's CD player, but everytime the song would stop he had to press the eject button. Then we would have 10 seconds of peace. He would then look back at us, give us the biggest smile and press the CD again back into the stereo. So I have two theories about this unexplainable behavior. He either loved this song so very much that he felt the need to play it 1000 times a day or he was probably thinking, "I'm gonna torture you with this song you stupid tourist."
The second memorable episode with Sanjeev was on the way back as Jimmy and I asked him if we could have a restroom stop. In broken English he says "nummbberrr one or nummberrr two?". I leave it to your imagination what the answer was given his reaction. Middle of the highway, he pulls to the side of the road, Turns off the lights of his car and yells "go". It was pitch black, but under the Indian stars and hearing the trucks passing by I thought "only in India, only in India"…
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