UNREAL INDIA – Mind Blowing Beauty & Ancient Culture

India, a place that begins not with land, but with time. She’s the country of a billion dreams which pushes the limits of scale and endurance. In the north, the Himalayas form the tallest 
spacebound barrier on Earth. With more than 100 peaks rising above 24,000 ft here, the elusive snow leopard 
prowls as air pressure drops to   half of sea level and winter 
winds scream at over 100 mph. Yet, glacial rivers born in these mountains feed 
over 40% of the country’s staggering population. Far to the south, the monsoon shapes life 
for over a billion people and animals. Each summer, thundering walls of 
rain sweep in from the Indian Ocean,   dropping up to 400 in in the 
wetest places on the planet. The giants of our world and other species depend   upon these reckless clouds while cities 
brace as rivers spill over ancient banks. In the heart of the land, 
stone and faith intertwine. More than two million temples 
and shrines stand across India. From small roadside sanctuaries to 
monumental complexes the size of cities, each is a stage for ritual. Some unchanged for over 3,000 years. Where fire burns more often than the sun shines. In India’s west, the mind-boggling statue 
of unity towers over river and rock, iron skinned and unmoving, facing a 
land that once fractured to unify. Sardar Valavai Patel was the first deputy 
prime minister of independent India and led the integration of over 500 princely 
states into the Indian Union after partition. Nothing this size was meant to be forgotten. At 597 ft, it’s the tallest statue in the world. Farther west, the land begins to whiten. The ran of Cooch is a massive salt marsh. 
Once a shallow arm of the Arabian Sea, tectonic uplift and river 
sediment gradually cut it off. What remains is one of the largest 
seasonal salt deserts of its kind. During monsoon, the area floods 
and becomes a temporary wetland. Migratory birds like flamingos 
take full advantage of the shift. This seasonal transformation has shaped 
the region’s economy and ecology. Wildlife here follows the rhythm, too. The desert 
fox moves lightly across the saltcrcusted plains. Its ears are oversized for heat control and 
sharp hearing, helping it locate insects, rodents, and reptiles in a 
landscape where little survives. It dens in dry ground just above 
flood level. A peaceful place to   raise young and avoid monsoon waters. Sightings are brief and rare, but worth the wait. Past the cracked salt of Cooch, sandstone cliffs 
begin to rise towards a more colorful sea of blue. Jodpur was built near their 
edge, fortified above the plains. At the city’s center, Merangar 
Fort sits anchored to a rocky   outcrop carved from the same hill it defends. Cannon marks still show on its bastions. Inside stone lattice windows and 
shaded courtyards cool the dry heat surrounding it. Homes cluster in shades of blue   not for beauty but to mark 
cast and reflect sunlight. The tradition spread slowly 
across neighborhoods until   the upper city began to glow in indigo from above. On the opposite ridge, Jaswant Thada was built in   marble so thin it lights from 
within under the morning sun. This is Orville, which isn’t ancient, 
but doesn’t follow modern logic either. It was planned as a city without 
ownership, currency or country. Built around a spherical golden structure 
that reflects the sun like a lens. It holds no religious symbol, no 
allegiance. And yet pilgrims come. Everything here had to be planted. 
Millions of trees dug into hard ground. Conversely, however, our journey continues 
to Manali, which is flourishing with life. It looks like a place you’d read 
about in a fairy tale of sorts. The town’s old wooden homes have steep slate roofs   and overhangs to survive snow, 
which blankets them in winter. It’s a spectacle of nature and peaceful 
scene that filled the air during this time. Apple orchards stretch out below as 
they hug onto the winding Chennab River. Join waterfalls echo from the distance. Hairpin turns wind down the mountains. Small villages and rice 
terraces dot the Sange Valley. Sheep graze on the slopes and enjoy 
the beautiful view as much as man. At Rishiesh, the Holy Ganges river loses 
its glacial blue and becomes restless. Ashams line the banks and sardus gather near guts.   But upstream the river still 
cuts through untouched forest. Suspension bridges sway over the 
water like the famous Laxman jeweler. Many come here for meditation or yoga as it’s one 
of the most peaceful and holy places on earth. Along the rooftops and river banks, Hanuman 
langors move like shadows in the sun. Revered as sacred, they’re never disturbed. Locals feed them by hand and 
temple bells don’t startle them.   They’ve heard them their whole lives. In the upper parts of Utarakand, roads twist 
upward into lands prone to cloud burst and flood. Cities like Badrinath dot the valleys 
and make it seem like man was always   meant to live within the shadow of such giants. One small temple clings to a rock 
above the Alaknandanda River. Dari Devi Mandir according to 
locals should never be moved.   When it briefly was, a major flood followed. Its platform rises high above the river now with   a railing that looks too new 
for the stone it surrounds. It’s a stunning religious 
site that’s not known by many. India holds some of the oldest surviving 
architecture and historical records on the planet. Long before paper, her memories were carved   into cave walls and sculpted 
into temples cut from rock. Inscriptions appear in extinct scripts. Pillars still align with the solstesses. Entire cities were buried and forgotten, 
then unearthed centuries later. What remains isn’t ruin. It’s a timeline of man’s   history preserved in stone longer 
than almost anywhere else on Earth. Cut into a horseshoe bend of bassalt cliffs,   the Ajanta caves were carved between 
the 2nd century B.CE and 6th century CE. Inside walls glow with ancient pigment, murals 
of bodhicattvas and scenes from the Jataka tales. Every column, ceiling and shrine was 
heuned by hand from the rock face. Not far from Ajanta, the Allora caves 
expand the scale and ore to another level. This unbelievable site has 
over 30 temples stretching   across the hillside, each cut from solid basalt. Cave 16, Kalasa, is one of the largest 
monolithic structures ever built. Statues of deities and elephants dot the walls. Instead of being assembled, it was carved downward   from a single block with over 
200,000 tons of rock removed. The feet seems as impossible 
as the Great Pyramids. The work and precision remain unmatched. Far to the south, the landscape shifts as dry 
hills break apart into fields of boulders. Hampy sits in the middle 
what remains of Vijayanagara,   once one of the largest and 
richest cities in the world. Its ruins spread across 16 square miles. Royal quarters, graneries and shrines 
are scattered between granite ridges. Some temples are carved straight into the 
stone, others raised from precisely cut blocks. After the empire’s defeat in 
1565, the city was abandoned. Further southeast, the rock 
changes, but the carving continues. On the Bay of Bengal, Mahabali Puram’s 
coastline holds a series of temples and monuments sculpted from granite outcrops. The 8th century shore temple faces 
the sea. Once flanked by six others, it’s now mostly lost beneath sand or ocean. Further inland, the five 
rattas appear freestanding,   but each was carved from a single piece of rock. In 2004, a tsunami briefly pulled back 
the sea and exposed submerged ruins not seen in centuries, confirming 
local stories of a drowned Fishermen reported stone walls, steps,   and sculptures visible beneath the waves, 
structures long rumored in local legend. Turns out they were true all along. Many more may 
exist as they were lost to the sea centuries ago. Then centuries even later and northward another 
empire also used stone but for mourning. The Taj Mahal began in 1631 
after the death of Mumage Mahal. Emperor Shahan commissioned it as 
her tomb using Macrana marble from Rajasthan and precious jewel 
inlays from all across Asia. The central dome was shaped 
to reflect moonlight and the   four minoretses lean slightly 
outward in case of collapse. It is the largest symbol of love to 
ever be constructed on our planet. But Delhi holds the final 
traces of Mughal architecture. Safar Jung’s tomb built in 1754 marked 
the dynasty’s last monumental project. Its proportions were smaller 
and its stone was reused. Still the central dome and 
garden layout mirror earlier   grandeur with their beautiful work inside and out. The central tomb sits where light can beam from 
the sides. A sight to see during dusk and dawn. The tombs of Sed and Loi rulers, some left 
unrestored, others half swallowed by grass, where medieval sultans lied just meters 
from morning joggers and school picnics. Leaving Delhi’s layered tombs and late Mughal 
stone, the axis shifts south. Humidity rises. Laterite replaces river silt and water 
networks out into canals and lagoons. Here, architecture yields to terrain and movement 
follows backwater channels instead of city roads. Believe it or not, but in Kerala, the land 
dips below sea level and the sea pushes back. The backwaters stretch over 900 
km as a network of canals, rivers, and lakes that flood and recede with the tides. Coconut palms line narrow channels and 
villages float between water and rice fields. Traditional Ketuvalum house boats once used for 
rice transport now move between settlements. The water is slowm moving, layered 
in silt and shadowed by vegetation. It feels calm and laidback here. birds dominate this landscape. Kingfishes 
flash blue and orange above the channels, diving without sound into still water. Herands patrol the banks in slow methodical steps 
while egrets follow fishing boats for scraps. In early morning, the backwaters are quiet but 
full of motion. And just inland from the coast, a different form of monument rises from rock. The Jatayu Earth Center holds the 
largest bird sculpture in the world.   200 f feet long, shaped like a fallen 
eagle with a single wing outstretched. It represents the mythological 
moment of Jatayu’s fall when   trying to rescue Sitta from Raana in the Ramayana. Back at the coast, Varcala clings to red 
cliffs that break sharply into the Arabian Sea. The beach below is narrow and 
seasonal, reshaped constantly by tide. In the water, a rusted wreck 
sits half buried. A stranded   vessel now overgrown with algae and 
barnacles surrounded by broken surf. A few miles north at Kappell Beach, fishermen 
stretch wide Chinese nets into the current. Further south, a road stretches into 
the sea as far as the eye can see. Danushkoi was once a town on the eastern tip of   Ramiswaram Island until a cyclone in 
1964 destroyed it in a single night. What remains now is skeletal walls of churches, 
schools, and post offices left standing in sand. Beyond the ruins, a narrow strip of land 
known as Adam’s Bridge extends into the ocean made of submerged SHs that once 
nearly connected India and Sri Lanka. The smell of peace and surf 
linger in the air here. Along this coast, sea turtles 
return each year to nest. Mostly   olive ridleys, but sometimes green turtles, too. They move through shallow reef channels 
just offshore, silent and ancient. At night, hatchlings emerge by the hundreds,   scrambling toward waves that will 
carry them into the open sea. Locals protect the nests with woven 
covers and watch from a distance. These waters in southern India remember the rhythm 
and the turtles never forget where to return. India’s terrain shifts faster than its 
borders. Mountains collapse into plains. Rainforests give way to salt flats. 
And deserts sit beside flood-fed lakes. Its natural beauty isn’t uniform, but fragmented, 
shaped by monsoon, fault line, and altitude. Some of its wildest places remain 
hidden within these collisions. One of those collisions created the western guts,   a mountain chain older than the Himalayas 
and running parallel to the western coast. Its slopes catch the full weight of the southwest   monsoon, making it one of the most 
biodiverse regions in the world. Scholola forests grow in its folds 
rich in endemic plants and insects. Elevation changes within minutes. Tea plantations   sit above rainforest and laterite 
cliffs drop straight into the sea. The valley stretches forever. Waterfall 
roars echo further than sight. Man’s creations flow while many peaks remain 
unmapped with rainfall exceeding 300 in per year. Asian elephants still move through 
these forests in tight family herds,   following seasonal paths across 
ridgeel lines and plantations. They appear just after rain, emerging 
from the canopy to drink, feed,   or cross through silent trails 
worn into the hillsides. Their presence feels ancient, tied to the 
rhythm of monsoon and forest growth. In the western gats, they’re not intruders, but 
part of the landscape itself, loved and respected. Along one of its deeper river 
valleys, water gathers force. The atherapoli waterfall forms 
along the Chalakudi River in Kerala,   breaking into three segments as it 
crashes over a 270 ft wide rock face. The surrounding forest is 
part of the Vazachal reserve. As the rainforest thins and the road 
climbs, tea gardens replace jungle. Muna sits high in the western gats 
at over 5,000 ft where altitude flattens into rolling hills lined with 
eucalyptus and trimmed rows of tea. The soil is darker, cooler, and 
layered in fog most mornings. Old colonial bungalows remain on ridgetops 
left behind on old plantation roads. But far to the northeast, cliffs steepen. Nocalikai falls dives 1,115 ft 
from a high plateau near Cherupji, the wetest inhabited place on Earth. The water drops from a forested rim into a   blue pool without ever forming a 
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today and begin your journey for free. To many, India appears as dust and drought, 
a land of dry plains and cracked soil. But water never truly disappears here. It hides in cliffs, crashes through jungles, and 
flows steadily underground until it rises again. In the northwest, it shaped the first cities 
where the Indus Valley civilization emerged over 4,000 years ago along the 
river that still shares its name. The Indus River begins in Tibet,   cuts through Kashmir and runs 
westward into what is now Pakistan. Settlements dot the river as it flows as   a life-giving force to these 
rather barrenl looking lands. It feeds the fields and forms the backbone of the 
terrain that will soon rise into the Himalayas. This is where the vertical world of 
India truly unfolds. Here the jungle ends and the silent domain 
of the snow leopard begins. This elusive predator silently 
hunts in rocky terrain nearby. It’s seldom seen, but rest 
assured, it’s always watching. Yaks and cattle roam open pastures 
essential to local livelihoods. Life for humans isn’t simple 
in this unbelievable terrain,   but they have adapted with the help of friends. Mules and horses graciously help 
transport goods where roads end. The air sharpens moving eastward. Roads narrow, altitude climbs, and 
color drains from the landscape. Speedy Valley sits in Himachal Pradesh 
but feels like another planet. Bare rock, glacial rivers and villages held 
together by dry mud and stone. Winters last for half the year here. Snowfall cuts off entire districts. In this terrain, Key Monastery sits 
at top a hill like it’s grown there. Over a thousand years old, it houses scriptures,   murals, and monks who have 
memorized entire volumes. Below the town of Kaza serves as 
the valley’s functional center. It’s one of the highest motorable towns 
in India powered by diesel generators. Nearby, the Chicham Car’s Bridge 
spans a deep gorge at over 13,500 ft, making it one of the highest 
suspension bridges in all of Asia. Past the dry ridges of Speedy, the road narrows   toward a high alitude basin flanked 
by scree slopes and glacial runoff. Chandratal Lake sits at 14,000 ft. Its 
curve reflecting the peaks that feed it. The water changes color through the day from musky 
gray at dawn to sparkling turquoise by afternoon. It has no inlet, yet it stays full as 
snow melt seeps from the mountains. Lower in elevation but just as remote, Pavati 
Valley follows a glacial river west of Kulu. The valley is steep, forested and unstable, 
prone to landslides and sudden rain. Villages cling to the slopes with 
slate roofs and woodlattised walls. Some roads here aren’t roads at all, just 
narrow ledges carved into the mountain. The scale shifts again heading north. Ladak opens up into a high alitude desert with   peaks over 20,000 ft and a valley 
floor that stays dry year round. Lei sits at the center, 
flat roofed and whitewashed,   surrounded by military airfields and 
monasteries built into cliff walls. In summer, the Manali Lelay and Shinagar 
Lelay highways become arteries of movement. Motorcycles, trucks, and convoys push 
through thin air and melting snow. Motorcycle tourists here plan routes passing 
through some of the highest roads in the world. Lamayoru Monastery sits on a ledge 
above a dry canyon called the Moonland, molded by erosion and salt sediment. It looks uninhabitable, but monks have 
lived there for nearly a thousand years. The road continues north, 
rising again to cross Kardungla,   once considered the highest 
motorable pass on Earth. It gets snowy and dangerous here. 
A trip only for the bravest. Just beyond it lies a surprise. In Nubra Valley, the desert 
returns, but with sand dunes. All while the rivers run silent 
through wide flood planes. The valley holds even more surprises and the water 
flow brings life to settlements along its edge. The Discuit Monastery stands on a rocky outcrop 
above with its prayer flags overlooking the dunes. Below it, a 106- ft tall statue 
of Mitraa Buddha was built to watch over the land and symbolize 
peace along the nearby border. The land softens and pine forests return. The famous Jammu and Kashmir lies 
to the west. Still mountainous   but wetter with streams that feed 
walnut groves and saffron fields. Sreenaga floats on Dal Lake. Houseboats float here with carved wood panels. Shikaras reflect in the water as 
fishermen and traders navigate its flows. above it. Terraces step down the hillside. In winter, entire villages 
close off from the world. Despite decades of conflict, the 
region remains one of India’s most   fertile and diverse, boasting an unmatched beauty. To the east, a different altitude takes over. Dargiling clings to a ridge in 
the lesser Himalayas. Its streets   cut into steep hillsides between tea 
estates and colonial era rail lines. The Dargiling Himalayan Railway coils 
upward through spirals and switchbacks, narrow enough to be mistaken for a walking path. The air smells of moss and damp wood 
here. It’s pleasantly intoxicating. The road east continues into the cloud forest 
as Shillong stands on a plateau in Megallaya. It was built around cliffs, waterfalls, 
and hidden caves carved by rain. The Cassie Hills catch the monsoon 
before it escapes the Bay of Bengal, making this one of the wetest 
inhabited regions on Earth. Living root bridges formed from trained aerial   roots of fig trees still carry people 
over rivers swollen with flood water. Hulock gibbons live high in the canopy above these   forests. India’s only native 
apes and among the least seen. They travel in mated pairs, swinging from 
branch to branch with incredible precision. At dawn, their duets echo across the valleys.   Deep whoop sounds rising above 
the sound of rain and river. Gibbons rarely touch the forest 
floor. Their entire world exists in   the upper branches where predators can’t follow. enjoying this documentary? Do us a big favor and 
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on the next one. You will not want to miss it. Above and behind all these places are the 
Himalayas, a tectonic wall still rising each year. Stretching 1,500 m across northern India,   they hold the sources of nearly every 
major river on the subcontinent. Glacias feed the Ganges, Brahmaputra and Indus. Fault lines split entire valleys 
and cloud shadows shift every hour. Snow leopards walk ridge spines unseen. Temples are built where rock permits, 
sometimes with no access for half the year. In some parts, the altitude is so 
high that nothing grows but ice. To the east in a shallow basin in Manipur, 
Loctac Lake spreads out across the plains. It’s India’s largest freshwater 
lake, but more than that, it floats. Thick circular islands made of decomposing 
vegetation drift slowly across the surface. Some are stable enough to walk on. One holds Cable Lambja National Park, 
the only floating national park on Earth. Wildwater buffalo graze here in scattered herds, 
their long horns curved like arcs of steel. Males wallow in the shallows to cool their 
skin. Eyes half submerged and unmoving. These are not domestic animals. They’re 
heavier, darker, and more alert. Rain falls unevenly across India causing some   regions to hold water year round 
while others lose it by morning. In the west, land turns skeletal, 
shaped by sand, wind, and drought. But even in these dry zones, kingdoms once rose,   building palaces above lake beds and 
carving entire forts into desert ridges. Central India, though less spoken of, holds 
centuries of rule, conflict, and stone that has outlived its stories. And our journey 
continues to the golden gem itself, Rajasthan. Jaipur was designed before it was built. 
One of the first planned cities of India. Its grid layout was drawn in the 18th century 
by Maharaja Jai Singh II with wide streets, walled quarters and a color scheme that 
would later give it the name Pink City. It was once fully enclosed by a 
fortified wall nearly 6 m high, built with seven main gates to control 
movement in and out of the city. The wall still stands in many places. Outside the old city, Amber Fort 
rises from a crag above Mayota Lake. Made of yellow sandstone and white 
marble, it holds mirror halls,   courtyards, and defensive gates 
designed to repel siege elephants. The fort’s long switchback approach 
was once climbed by war elephants,   now replaced by foot and jeep. Hawa Mahal hides in plain sight with its 
honeycomb facade of 953 stone windows. They were angled to let air 
flow through and women of the   royal household see the street without being seen. Southwest of the pink city, Udipur is 
surrounded by hills but built around water. Artificial lakes stretch between 
palaces, causeways and gats. The city palace dominates the 
eastern edge of Lake Pola. Balconies face the water and interior 
courtyards rise in stepped tears. The lake palace here sits in the middle 
of the lake. Built in the 18th century as a royal summer retreat, its marble 
walls rising directly from the water. It’s accessible only by boat. Opposite the palace, Jugmandia floats on the 
lake, its dome and walls reflected in still water. The city feels like a place truly fit for royalty. 
Something I can say from personal experience. And then there’s the golden 
city of Jesselmir rising out   of the Thar desert like it was built from sand. Its fort isn’t a ruin. It’s alive. Over 3,000 people still live inside its walls among   havalles carved with jolly windows and 
narrow lanes that slope with the hill. Outside the ramparts, Gatsisar Lake stores monsoon   runoff in a man-made basin once 
used to supply the entire city. Temples, shrines, and arched 
gateways circle its edge. To the west, the Samsand Dunes form 
long ridges shaped by desert wind, bare of vegetation, crossed by 
camels, and silent after dusk. Bedabar stands nearby, a field of royal senotaps 
with domed chatras facing the empty horizon. Indian peal nest nearby, weaving 
through the land just after sunrise. Male peacocks flash their tail feathers in brief, 
brilliant displays, then vanish behind stone. Their calls are sharp and sudden, 
echoing across empty desert air. Pifoul are common across India, but 
in the open land around Jesselmir,   they stand out more. Stunningly 
vibrant against the desert orange. No country on earth holds as 
many active places of worship. India’s religious landscape isn’t a backdrop. It’s   literally interlaced beyond belief into daily 
life, architecture, language, and even law. Faith here has been practiced 
continuously for thousands of   years across hundreds of sects 
and dozens of major traditions. Many of the world’s oldest living 
religions were born in India’s   embrace. She is in many ways the 
religious capital of our planet. Flowing from the Himalayas to the Bay of 
Bengal, the Ganges is India’s most sacred river. Worshipped as the goddess Ganga, its 
waters are believed to cleanse sin,   carry prayers, and guide souls 
toward liberation after death. along her path. Nowhere in India feels 
more religiously alive than Vonasi. It’s not centered around one temple or shrine. 
The entire city functions as a sacred system. Over 80 gats descend into the 
Ganges, each tied to specific   rituals. Cremation, ablution, offering, prayer. Behind them, thousands of 
temples crowd narrow lanes. As evening falls, fire 
ceremonies light the riverfront. Priests lift lamps in synchronized arcs 
during the Ganga arty as chants, bells, and conch shells rise together over the water. It’s one of the oldest cities on Earth where 
faith hasn’t paused, not for a single day. in Delhi. Swaminarian Akshadam 
dominates the eastern skyline. It was completed in 2005 but 
built using traditional methods.   No steel, no modern reinforcement. Just interlocked sandstone and marble   carved by over 8,000 artisans and 
aligned to ancient Vasu geometry. Inside diaramas depict 
stories from Hindu scripture. The site is absolutely stunning at 
nighttime with its ethereal glow. But devotion in India is as much 
about energy as architecture. During Holi, the Shrias Bihari temple in 
Vindavan dissolves into clouds of color. Worshippers throw powdered dye and 
flower petals in celebration of Krishna. The temple is modest in size, but at its 
peak, barely visible beneath pigment, drumming, and the weight of the crowd. Holly here lasts days, leaving the floors 
stained pink and yellow for weeks afterward. Kajuro’s temples were carved 
over a thousand years ago. rediscovered in the 19th century. 
Only 20 of the original 85 survive. Their outer walls show thousands 
of sculptures, deities,   erotic dancers, rituals, phallic symbols 
of fertility and moments from epics. Stone inscriptions in Sanskrit and empty voids 
cover the inside. No dancers, no worldly motion, clearly symbolizing that sin of the outside 
world has no place within the sanctum. Not far from these carvings,   the jungle closes in and the apex king 
of the outside world reigns supreme. In central India, Bengal tigers 
still rule with quiet certainty. They move at dawn through bamboo and s, leaving 
prince in the dust and silence in their wake. Sightings are rare, but their 
presence is never in doubt. In Hindu mythology, Dura rides a tiger 
into battle. Here, that spirit lingers, hidden in rustling leaves 
and eyes that never blink. Back in Rajasthan, worship climbs into the hills. Galaraji temple is built into 
a narrow valley east of Jaipur,   surrounded by cliffs and approached 
by a path lined with monkeys. The complex holds multiple shrines dedicated 
to Surya, Krishna and Hanuman. But its heart lies in a series of springfed tanks, 
natural coons used for ritual bathing. Pilgrims descend stone steps into the water 
believed to hold purifying properties. The temple blends into the cliffs behind it, 
and macaks move freely through its corridors, unfazed by the scent of incense 
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a field of royal senotaps,   open air stone chhatris built for 
kings and princes of the bati dynasty. Each dome rests on a different 
set of carved pillars. Some are cracked, others incomplete. The last senotap was never finished, 
abandoned after the royal line ended. Northwest in Amritsar, symmetry and 
service define the Golden Temple. Surrounded on all sides by the 
Amrit Saravar or pool of nectar, its sanctum is wrapped in 750 kgs of gold. Pilgrims cross barefoot along a 
causeway that cuts through water. Inside seek scripture is read continuously day and night. Outside the world’s largest free kitchen 
prepares up to 100,000 meals daily. In the far south, worship 
takes on color and density. Minakshi Aan temple in Maduray is covered 
in over 33,000 painted sculptures spread across its gourams gateway towers 
stacked with gods, demons and animals. During festivals, entire elephants 
are led through its courtyards. It’s another spectacle of India’s south. From color to scale, the statue of faith 
pushes into a different kind of devotion. Near Nathara in Rajasthan, a 369 ft 
statue of Shiva sits cross-legged above the valley. Currently the 
tallest Shiva statue in the world. Made of concrete and bronze, 
it can be seen from 30 km away. Back in Delhi, Jama Masid faces the old city. Built by Shah Jahan and completed in 1656, it 
remains one of the largest mosques in India. The main courtyard holds 25,000 people. 
And as you can see, the space is needed. Red sandstone steps lead up from three directions. Inside, prayer carpets are aligned toward Mecca 
and the two 130 ft minoretses overlook the city. India’s cities move faster 
than their buildings can age. Here, thousand-year-old shrines 
sit beside glass towers. Metro lines cut through ancient markets. Nothing is still. Street vendors, traffic, festivals, 
and construction all run at once. Cities here aren’t just 
growing, they’re absorbing. Rural life, digital infrastructure, regional 
language, religious ritual, it all converges. Nowhere shows this impossible 
layering more clearly than Delhi. The city has been built and 
rebuilt at least seven times. Today, ruins from older capitals 
sit inside parks or beside flyovers. Old Delhi is dense, narrow lanes, hanging wires,   mandeers, haves and bizaars 
compressed into walkable chaos. Nearby, Connor Place and India Gate 
shift to planned British design. Metro lines connect everything here. But the city’s spine is still held together 
by food, paranth from Chandi Chuk, kebabs in Nisamodin, biryani in Jamaid alleys, and tea 
served in paper cups from roadside stalls. Southwest of Delhi, Mumbai 
moves with different momentum. It stretches along the Arabian Sea in 
layers. colonial port, textile mills, cinema studios, and now financial towers. Skyscrapers rise above informal settlements. Traffic moves slowly, but the economy moves fast. The city is home to Bollywood, which produces 
more films than any industry on Earth. It’s one of the most densely 
populated urban areas in the world. Trains run full before sunrise. The sea breeze carries salt into the city’s edges 
as the edges of the city are engulfed by the sea south of Mumbai. by the pace shifts again. Goa was once a Portuguese colony and the 
architecture remains whitewashed churches, terra cotta tiled roofs and basilas 
with weathered stone facads. But its city life isn’t just colonial leftovers. Panagi’s streets blend concarni, Portuguese 
and English in signage and speech. Beyond the tourist beaches, 
neighborhoods pulse with local rhythm. Goa’s cities are smaller, but 
their layers are just as deep. India is home to nearly every major world 
religion practiced side by side in public view. Hinduism forms the foundation. Four out of 
every five Indians follow its temple rituals, festivals and ancestral customs. Each 
region expressing it differently. Islam shapes daily life for roughly one in seven.   From the blue mosques of Kashmir to 
Eid prayers echoing through cities. Sikhism practiced by about 2% of the 
population is concentrated in Punjab where gdwaras serve meals to thousands daily Christianity ity while a 
minority threads through Kerala,   Goa and the Northeast with centuries old 
churches and hymns in native tongues. India’s food is shaped by 
region, season and spice,   varying wildly from coastal coconut stews 
to dry millet rotty from the desert. No single dish defines it, but each one 
says something about the land it came from. Biryani refined in Hyderabad layers long grain 
basmati rice with marinated meat, caramelized onions, saffron and warm spice. Then seals it 
all in a heavy pot to slow cook over coals. The flavor is smoky, floral, and rich with each 
layer revealing a different texture and depth. In the south, masala dosa begins 
as a fermented batter of rice and   lentils cooked into a crisp crepe and 
filled with turmeric spiced potatoes. Served with sambar and coconut chutney. It’s tangy   and savory. Light to the 
touch, but deeply filling. from Kashmir. Rogan josh is a 
lamb dish stewed slowly in yogurt,   brown onion and red chili that gives 
it color without overpowering heat. Its texture is soft, its warmth lasting, 
made for cold nights and flatbread. In Delhi, the world famous butter 
chicken begins in the tandoor before   bathing in a tomato buttercream 
sauce that smooths out the spice. It’s smoky, sweet, and rich. Eaten with naan 
that pulls the sauce from every surface. From Gujarat comes Dla, a steamed fermented 
cake of rice and chickpea flour cut into soft squares and tempered with 
mustard seeds and green chili, light, sour, and fragrant. It’s often 
served for breakfast or as a street snack. And then there’s pani puri which travels 
across the country under different names   but the core remains crisp hollow shells filled 
with potato chickpea and cold tamarind mint water. It’s swallowed whole, spicy, 
sour, and sweet all at once. In Punjab, Chana Pura is a dish of spicy 
stewed chickpeas and puffed deep fried bread, heavy and bold, served hot in 
metal plates and eaten by hand. On the coast of Kerala, mean curry 
simmers local fish in coconut milk,   tamarind, and curry leaves 
until it turns sharp and silky. The flavor moves like the sea, 
salty, sour, and red with chili. Winter in Punjab brings sasson dasag. 
Slowcooked mustard greens with garlic and ginger paired with cornmeal 
flatbread toasted over fire. It’s heavy, rustic, and earthy. eaten with butter, 
jaggery, and a layer of ash from the stove. And to top the list off, across all 
regions, JBI hangs from racks beside street stalls. A coiled dessert deep 
fried and soaked in saffron syrup. Crisp on the outside and syrup soaked 
within. It’s eaten hot and without pores. The flavor and warmth is intoxicating. 
I can say from experience. India builds at scale. It’s one of the largest producers of textiles, 
pharmaceuticals, and steel in the world. Its ports ship refined petroleum, 
iron ore, and rice to every continent. In the north, Ludiana powers garment 
factories that run through the night. Surat cuts and polishes over 
90% of the world’s diamonds. In the east, steel cities like Jamshedpur 
and Rockala grew around the furnaces. In the west, Gujarat refineses crude oil at 
Jamnagar, the world’s largest refining complex. Bengaluru exports software, Mumbai 
exports finance and Chennai builds cars. Even the smallest cities host special economic 
zones, industrial parks or warehousing corridors. Between temples and farmland, factories hum at   the edge of town. Quiet from 
the road, but always running. Industry powers the present, but 
it was never the only engine. Beyond the factories and ports,   the land still moves to older rhythms 
of pilgrimage, harvest, and monsoon. India isn’t one story. It’s 
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28 Comments

  1. What did you find most fascinating in this documentary? Was it India's mind-bending North? The lush and tropical South? Or was it the rich, ancient culture and religions that sweep across the nation like no other place on Earth?

  2. Wonderful documentary. Certainly makes clear why poverty reigns supreme, palaces, monasteries, deities, temples, sacred this/that, worshiping animals and so on! Superstitious in the extreme. Then there's the caste system ended in name only!

  3. British created Pakistan to fight against India. USA China use Pakistan to fight India as proxy war. Pakistan exploit both for money. Pakistan is a beggar with bombs and use terrorism which is spreading all over the world. Abdul Malik was arrested for plotting to blow up NY stock exchange. Munir-field marshal of Pakistan threatened to blow up half of the world with nuclear bombs.

  4. British created security nightmare and restricted access to land and ocean through division of India. All countries have to fight for existence and ambition. It was designed to disintegrate further. Most money goes out to buy weapons and pay loans. But this is the best business going on in south Asia for 79 years.

  5. Not a single terrorist crossed borders to terrorize Pakistan. But terrorists are always coming from Pakistan to India.

  6. All south Asian countries should cooperate on security to reduce defense budget and develop together like the EU. But they are fighting for religion and jealousy.

  7. Beautiful video and shots and very smooth narration. Did not even blink and eye and know how 1 hour 52 minutes flew by. Great job and drone footages. No dragging, no nonsense, just pure nature and human wonders.

  8. I really enjoyed this, but I am slightly confused – did this account actually film these videos, or are they just recycling and repackaging videos that already existed? I couldn’t tell if it was an original creation, just repackaged file footage, or maybe even AI?

  9. But do the sheep "enjoy the mountain views" just as much as man? What is enjoying the view really? Do sheep sit there and say things and think things to say and think them? Do they really look specifically at "the view," or think of it as anything but where they are right then and really they're likely not "thinking" anything but just doing what most mammals and other living creatures do, reading and reacting over and over to their surroundings.

    Are some animals capable of "conscious" thought? Perhaps. Sheep? "Enjoying" the view? Hmm…. Bah, look, bah, honey, bah, isn't this valley, bah, just so, bah, beautiful? Really? Or does that feel quaint and nice to say and think as humans? Peace

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