Incredible India! Wagah Border, a masterpiece of bonhomie between India and Pakistan

If you have not seen the Wagah Border ceremony live, you have really missed something in life. Here ICD (Incredible India Directory) takes you to a a part of our country’s culture that can reduce the mammoths into a blubbering mass. It’s an hour’s drive from Amritsar. Do visit if ever in that part of the country you will really come across a pleasant expereince and come back with lifelong memories.

Each evening the Indian military, and the Pakistani Rangers step out to the cheers of thousands of spectators. While one side screams "Pakistan Zindabad", the other shouts "Jai Hind". Wearing almost identical military regalia of boots, spats, uniforms, metals, and plumed hats the two sides are distinguishable by the differing colors of their uniforms: dark green for the Pakistani Rangers and tan for the Indian Military. Heated looks, mimicked threats, goose stepping and the slap of boots hitting the pavement are all part of the ritual and the movements all bear a distinct resemblance to those of angry birds. Carrying loaded weapons the two sides perform a final elaborate series of steps, speed marching towards each other in an aggressive dance before meeting in the middle and taking the flags down simultaneously. There is the briefest of handshakes with the angriest of looks in their eyes and then the gates are closed. The ceremony, for that day at least, is over.

If you step there once, you’ll see the fervor that spreads amongst the crowds of both sides. You can slice an axe though the emotional thickness in the air. People are so overwhelmed & overcome with the patriotism and the display of anger and pride by their respective militaries that the majority break down and shed a tear or two. Angry shouting of slogans of Jai Hind (on the Indian side) by grown men with tears in their eyes is what marks the actual end of the evening’s ceremony. The same is reciprocated on the other side. As you step down, you notice that you do not hate the other side of the bordered land, it’s just you love the one you live in too much; and then shed another one in pride as you walk back to you waiting car.