I awoke early and had a tasty bread omelette made for me by the kind yet not overly friendly caretaker at the Vyasa Guest House. My room was huge and equipped with a decent balcony overlooking the peaceful suburban streets. I was in Noida. A district of the greater Delhi area. And now I walked to the nearby mall where I watched Ponniyin Selvan part 2 at PVR. It was indeed epic, but not as good as part 1. The love between Aditha Karikalam and Nandini was as intense as a Greek Tragedy and there was also a brilliantly romantic scene between the princess Kundavai and Vallavaraiyan. Ponniyin Selvan is of course the star of the show, however, disappointingly the ending felt rushed and a little anti-climactic, though this was somewhat saved by a very epic epilogue where Ponniyin Selvan gives up crown.
After the film I spent the rest of the day trying and failing to leave Delhi. I followed the advice given to me and waited at a particular bus stop for two whole hours only to realise I’d been completely wasting my time. Then I booked a bus online and went hurriedly to Kashmiri gate – my boarding point. Now, finally, I was going to Amritsar. The City that is home to the Golden Temple.
I waited and waited by Kashmiri gate. There was a constant stream of buses, many of which had their destinations written in Hindi writing so I couldn’t really tell if they were for me or not. But I did in fact, recognise my bus when it came, though it made no effort to stop for me, and to my fury I was made a prisoner of Delhi for the night.
