All's well that sends well

Well it all worked out eventually. The motorbike went on a not so paranoid truck service and I went on a train back to Bangalore - thank you Mr Ambu sah! Rewinding a few days, before we came back to Delhi we spent a couple of days in Amritsar. Included in our agenda was of course a visit to the Golden Temple, the holy epicentre of the Sikh religion - VERY beautiful - and also Bansi's spiritual centre, as he discovered when he visited last year. Gurbanis are sung at all gurudwars (Sikh temples) but at the Golden Temple, they sing 24/7. Forever. Superb concept no? Bansi disappeared into the music for a few hours and came out looking a little dazed. We also saw Jalianwala Bagh, the site of an indiscriminate massacre of hundreds of unarmed Indians by a British officer, General Dyer in 1919 - a landmark event in the Indian fight for independence. The gathering was a non-violent one in a large space but with only one entrance/exit which Dyer blocked before he opened fire on the crowd. The scene is depicted in the movie Gandhi and we thought we remembered them showing tanks entering Jalianwala Bagh (mistaken?) but there's no mention of any tanks anywhere in the site - come to think it did they even have tanks back then? A short ride to the Wagah border brought us as close to Pakistan as any of us had ever been and we stuck around to watch the circus they call the changing of the guards. Music blasting, gladiators marching around on both sides of the gate, jostling crowds screaming for their countries in a bursting cauldron of patriotism. All foriegn tourists were seated comfortably in the VIP section - so much for independence! We ate some super street food including the famed Amritsari fish - dad they get them from the rivers up north - and then nipped upstairs for a drink or two. Early one morning we packed up and started our last ride back to Delhi where the events of the last post unfolded themselves. Back in Bangalore now and wondering why.