Via Agra.

I promise not to make viagra jokes. There is a plaque outside the entrance to the Taj Mahal about how Shah Jahan built the tomb for Mumtaz Mahal, his third and favourite wife. She died giving birth to their 14th child. Fourteenth my friends. That’s 10 and then 4 some more. 

Our Bharat Darshan continued from Jaipur to Agra to see the Taj Mahal. This was my second time there. Like  my first time, I was underwhelmed. It is very beautiful, all cool white glistening marble, poetic symmetry and backed by a historic love story. The build up to the Taj Mahal is so great, my expectations so high. When I am there, it meets my all expectations but I really expect it to exceed them. Plus I must mention how when I am there, other questions of deep historical importance plague my mind. How many kids did the less favoured wives have. Where are their tombs? Is there a tour for tombs of less favoured wives? I wonder if the myth about the workmen who built the Taj Mahal being mutilated and dismembered, so they couldn’t build a replica, is true.  

What I like most about the Taj Mahal is how it is in the middle of the city surrounded by haphazard settlements. It brings the contrasts in India to face. On reaching Agra, we went through some narrow streets to a rooftop cafe to watch the sun set. This was incidentally the same place my husband came to as a backpacker years ago. He said the sunset he saw was the most beautiful one.

So we waited for the sun to set. The sun didn’t ’set’, not as a red ball of fire anyway. It dimmed. But still a very beautiful view, marred only by a man sitting on one of the terraces below, masturbating. Men masturbating, even in the open, don’t surprise me. But this man knew how to up the game. He sat there putting on his show while there was woman (mother? sister? wife?) sitting right next to him shelling peas! The scale tipped straight from disgust to deep curiosity. I couldn’t stop staring! I wanted to see if the woman next to him was blind and if she wasn’t, why she was putting up with his perversity. My rapt audience only excited him more, he got more disgusting so I begged my husband to switch chairs with me. I love him! (My husband, not the pervert) Giving up a chair with view of the Taj Mahal for chair with view of masturbating man to ease your wife’s discomfort -THAT my friends, is true love. 

This post writes itself. I deny authorship of this post. I have no explanation for why a post meant to tell you about The Monument of Love started with viagra, of a king who loved his wife to death and now a masturbating man. I will now try to scrub those images out of your mind with pictures of that beautiful monument.

Do you sometimes go to a famous monument and emotionally connect with the lesser photographed parts of it? Which perhaps explains why I have only 2 pictures of the the-taj-mahal-as-seen-in-pictures-all-over-the-world and but have many pictures of its corners.


Mission find skirt that will fly just so accomplished at H&M discount rack.

The highlight of the Taj Mahal visit was seeing these street dogs play in the garden. I am guessing they were regulars, they knew exactly where the hose was. They drank water, chased each other and then walked out. They were so much fun to watch. Love.

Dogs have left their imprints at many places at Taj Mahal. We spied many paw-prints on concrete of the main pathway leading up to the Taj Mahal.

Here we are staring at a tomb. Isn’t it beautiful? Sung-mur-mur is the Hindi word for marble. Love the sound of that word.

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6 Responses to Via Agra.

  1. hAAthi says:

    Gorgeous gorgeous pictures. Lovely words, yes, even though those images are *not* going to be erased from my mind anytime soon. The strangest things happen, only in India, I’d like to believe :)

    psst: how do you make your images unclickable? thats a trick I really really need to learn :(

    • June says:

      I am sure public masturbating perverts can be found all over the world. I am afraid to research and find photo evidence though :) The pictures…it’s magic. I have no idea why they can’t be clicked.

  2. Manny says:

    Via Agra?

    You know.. only you can think of that gem! I am truly impressed!

    LOL :)


  3. Wow nice pics with a hilarious description as usual… I have been following your blog since two years now, and I am always amazed how every time you manage to keep your post so lively, humorous and entertaining. But I wish you could post more often, they are always a good read!

  4. Jacob says:

    Congrats for clicking some beautiful pictures, though not so sure about the masturbating part, sounds disgusting though interesting. I have been to Agra twice , but never caught such interesting glimpses of open perversion, really did I miss something or may be I was too much absorbed with the monument ? Depends what I look around when I travel.

  5. Inspector Clouseau says:

    Where’s Waldo I mean June?

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