Holy Cow!

Chris and I play a game in the states called "Two Points." This is how we play. Whenever one of us sees a Sikh man in a turban, we call out, "Two points." The game has no end. There are infinite points allowed. 's sort of like playing the card game War. Pointless and never ending.

We decided on the plane that trying to play Two Points in India would be impossible. So instead we decided on a new game called "Holy Cow." Anytime we see a cow, we are to call out, "Holy Cow."

But for days we saw no cows in Delhi.

Instead we have seen the glorious madness that is Delhi traffic. Bicycle rickshaws, busses, automobiles (which, with the exception of some newer Honda SUVs, and some sedan Benzes appearing here and there, are compact to mini sized cars), tiny toy-like taxicabs, swarms of moter cycles and pedestrians of all ages share the roads - every road including the highways. There are no lanes, and where lanes are marked they are not observed.

The night of our arrival, my cousin's husband drove us through this traffic maze. It was midnight on Saturday (May 23), and cars weaved and zoomed in between each other, drivers keeping one hand on the steering wheel and one pressed down on the horn at all times. It's like being inside a game of Frogger, or any video game where you are dodging bullets.

On Tuesday, as we were again zooming terrified and excited in the traffic, I remarked, "I guess there are no cows in Delhi."

Chris answered, "They all got smart and decided to get out of this traffic."

That evening, my cousin dropped us off at my aunt's house after a full day of sightseeing and shopping. Chris and I were walking up to my aunt's door, passing the little square park that is situated in front of her building. We were exhausted and sticky with old sweat. I looked into the park.

"Have you ever noticed that sculpture?" I asked Chris, nonchalant as could be. It was a gigantic black figure and the sun was shining down on it.

"I don't see a sculpture, but I see a cow." Then quickly, while I stood processing the still beast in front of my, Chris exclaimed, "Holy cow!" and she lazily turned her head to us.

Holy Cow.