Strike

What a day. I am exhausted and it's only 9:35 pm here in new delhi. So after flying seven hours from newark to london then another seven hours from london to delhi I never made it to Bihar today because Air India's pilots were on strike so no flights were flying out of Delhi. There were about one hundred people crowding on top of each other either to see the status of their flights or trying to get their refund. There was security guards everywhere and about everyone screaming at the top of their lungs. I tried to squeeze in with with my 40lbs. bag but got to speak with no one. So after two hours of trying to get my refund and realizing this isn't going anywhere I resorted to buying another ticket from another airline, Jet Airways. Then, another two hours was wasted by trying to figure out if I should stay in the airport or treat myself and stay at a hotel. So I thought I would ponder this decision while having a ice cold coffee but instead got a hot cappuccino since I didn't want to take the chance of getting sick from the ice cubes. I decided to stay at a hotel closest to the airport and then go to the Lotus Temple. I checked in to Hotel Era then took a cab to the Lotus Temple because I only had about an hour to check it out and that's the only thing I wanted to do at this point: be mesmerized by the beautiful temple that looks like the lotus flower and meditate. And that's exactly what I did. The lotus temple was breath-taking and it was the perfect time to go because the sun started settling. It also felt really good to walk barefoot around the outside and inside of the temple. The time I spent meditating in the temple was much needed. I focused on channeling positive, protective, and strong influential energy in me and around me to help me get through not only today but also for the rest of trip. Then the cab driver took me to a fabric store and I immediately said no thank you knowing that he was trying to get me to buy something. Then, the driver decided to take me to humayun's tomb, a perfect example of the early Mughal architecture. It was built in the mid-16th century by Haji Begum, the Persian-born senior wife of the second Mughal emperor Humayun. It's two-tone combination of red sandstone and white marble was suppose to show the complementary merging of the cultures but it was hard to see because it was already dark outside when I went. But it was beautiful nonthe less with night yellow lighting that focused certain part of the tomb. I've been spending a lot of time here bargaining and making sure i'm not getting ripped off. I don't know how long I could continue this because it's too tiring. I am too tired to even eat at this point and want to just go to sleep. I will have to wake up early to go to the airport and see if they have a flight going to gaya. Hopefully the strike is over but won't mind another day of strike. At least, the pilots are gathering to fight for higher wages. Air India is a governement operated airline and there are many strikes due to low wages. I wouldn't want to work for nothing either.