The Awkward Trip to Delhi Gate

Updated: Apr 9, 2020

It was a hot and sunny Sunday morning and I was determined to photograph India Gate and the Delhi Gate. By 10 AM, I finished photographing India Gate, got into an auto and asked to be taken to Delhi Gate. The driver was a little confused but agreed to take me.

Well, us. Note here that I was travelling with a friend, thankfully.

After about 5-7 minutes in the auto we reached a red light. To our surprise, the auto driver turned to us and told us we had reached. There was absolutely nothing that seemed to be of historical relevance around the area and I repeated our requested destination to the driver.

“This area is called Delhi Gate madam,” he casually reported.

I told him there was an actual gate, to which he did not agree. I opened it on Google Images but the guy insisted that the place doesn’t exist. He was fed up of us and we were getting tired of him since he wasn’t agreeing to go beyond the metro construction site (which was about 0.25km ahead). He made a bunch of excuses until tempers rose and passengers of other vehicles stopped to stare at us. Finally, he agreed to take us ‘a little’ ahead.

Delhi Gate was built by the Mughal Emperor, Shah Jahan in 1638. It is the southern gate of ‘many’ in the historic walled city of Old Delhi (or Shahjahanbad). The gate links the city of New Delhi with the walled city of Old Delhi.

Though of historical significance, the Delhi Gate does not have much to offer a tourist. It is a gateway made of beautiful sandstone, within a black metal gate to keep the cows out (I’m guessing).

I took photographs from different angles of the two sides that were easily accessible. Heavy traffic wouldn’t allow me to photograph the other two sides since Delhi Gate is situated in the middle of a busy-ish road.  At this point, I could tell my friend was quite irritated with me, but was making an effort to not show it. I pretended, for his sake, that this was exactly what I was expecting and that the photographs were indeed important.

However, there is a silver lining to every black cloud. In this case, there was a Sunday book market across the road that was selling second hand books at Rs. 50 each. I bought two and we headed home!


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