Ticket guy at Taj Mahal: You have to pay 1,000 rupees for the ticket madam.
Me: But….that’s the foreigners ticket price. The Indian ticket is 40 rupees.
Me: But I’m Indian.
Guy: How do I know that? You look like you could be a foreigner.
Me: But…what? We’re literally the same race! What?!
Guy: Can you prove you are Indian?
Me: But… main Chennai mein rehti hoon, kaun si bhasha samajhte hain aap? Naan Chennai le indhu vandirukein. Tamil Nadu India le iruku, theriyuma ungalku?
Guy: Whatever. Can you prove you are an Indian citizen?
Me: I have a PAN card…
Guy: I need to see your passport.
Me: Who brings their passport to the Taj! I’ve left it in the hotel!
Guy: Have you got your Aadhaar Card?
Guy: In that case please pay 1,000 rupees for a foreigner ticket.
I had been up since 4am to catch the sunrise over the Taj Mahal, managed to wake a sleepy auto driver to take me there in the dark, got to the counter well before it opened, and was mighty proud to be the first in the Indian ladies queue. There are 4 queues – Indian men, Indian women, foreign men, foreign women. Besides me, there were some scruffy hippie Aussie tourists who looked like they had camped outside the Taj to be able to beat the morning lines. Continue reading Waking Up To The Taj Mahal