Now with the sun above our heads, humidity soaring higher than my senior secondary percentage. Weather was cloudy with a chance of boiling. We knew we needed something refreshing. But first, suns cream. After spoiling ourselves with thick layers of suns cream, our resort from the heat was a delicious Kulfi. We weren't feeling like eating anything so we skipped a proper lunch for now. The Gurudwara offered us a light lunch though, made of Kali daal and chapati which we eat for energy. Chalking out our next course of action, we decided on completing the checklist tourism we were opting for so far by going to the Wagah border.
Now here's where I can give you my advice, do not take an auto to the Wagah Border. Period. Why? They are painfully slow, the drivers stuff 8 people into one auto (yup), plain uncomfortable. If you still want to book an auto do not pay more than 150 per person to the border and back. After a rather uncomfortable journey on an auto (you guessed it) and an overpriced meal just because hunger decided to hit us when we were halting at a touristy dhaba, we reached the border.
From the auto stand it was about a kilometers walk to the entrance, we could see the sign of 'Lahore 23km' in the distance which really brought us back to the fact that we were very close to Pakistan at that point. After reaching the entrance at about 3 only, we decided not to buy anything except water bottles. The gates were to open half past 3 to 4. It was our good luck that the water vendor notified us of the useless act of standing first in the line as there are plenty of seats in the stadium (even the good ones) so it did not sense to stand in the scorching sun for hours for that. The crowd, initially huge when lining up, now thinned out and we decided it was time we make the shift.
After a slew of stringent security checkups for obvious reasons we reached the entrance of the stadium which spelled INDIA in a grand fashion. You can only take camera and water bottles with you, rest all will be confiscated. Remember, you don't need to buy everything in the beginning only. Outside the stadium gates are several vendors and BSF shops selling eatables, souvenirs and water. So better not listen to anyone who says they are not, it is just a common money making trip.
Found ourselves the best seats we thought are there, geared ourselves for the long wait of 2 hours in the burning heat of the afternoon. Since it was a weekend, we saw the crowd increase minute by minute until the stadium was not much shy of it's comfortable full capacity. Nevertheless, the enthusiasm and eagerness within them was never ending! Soon, the program started and the crowd roared to the instructor's signs and patriotic songs which were constantly playing in the background. I, however, sometimes drifted away and glanced over to the other side, a boy with just one leg was performing marches back and forth. It was very interesting and different, contrary to civilians running with the Indian national flag on this side.
The ceremony took a good hour and closed majestically with the flags coming down for the day. And as they, descended from the greatness of their history and past and into the darkness of the night. We knew it was time, we had completed a complete day in Amritsar. Sweating and exhausted beyond belief, I found myself dangerously dozing by the window seat of the auto up until we reached Amritsar.