How to get there: easiest way would be take auto-rickshaw. Cant tell how much because we had a friend paid for us (from Qutub Minar)
Auto-rickshaw from Nizamuddin to South Extension II: Rs. 20
McDonalds at South Extension II: Filet o Fish Rs.150, Sundae Rs.40, Veggie burger Rs.70
At the small mosque in Qutub Minar, where we went to separate sections to perform prayers, I finished earlier and waited for Az outside. He took longer than he should, and when I realized, he came out talking with a few men dressing in long kurta. They are Tabligh people who are currently stationed at this mosque. Az told them that he too was planning to visit Nizamuddin Markaz in New Delhi, which he heard from a friend in KL. Suddenly those men became too excited knowing that we knew their markaz and were interested in visiting, and in such a hurry, they offered to bring us all the way to there. We know that it was not near, and taking rickshaw all the way would be expensive when we ourselves took Metro and walked to come to Qutub Minar. One of the men, whom we recklessly forgot his name but his face is well remembered, offered to accompany us. In between curious yet feeling bad, we followed him. He didnt speak English but only using his mix of South Indian language, sign language and facial expression, he managed to communicated with us efficiently and instantly became a friend.
We watched him bargaining hard with one rickshaw driver, and while we didnt understand any word spoken between them, we noticed that the driver refused to give discount (maybe the Tabligh guy bargained too cheap? Not sure either) but we still took that rickshaw and moved towards Nizamuddin. On our way, the Tabligh guy tried to speak something and crack jokes to soothe the driver and maybe consider his bargain price, but the driver remained bitter-faced and didnt say a word. He got the most scary-unfriendly face we ever seen of a rickshaw driver.
Az keep talking to the tabligh guy regardless not knowing if he understand English or not, but the guy smiled as if he reckoned what Az said, so it seems OK. Until the moment Az brought up the talk regarding Cricket World Cup, suddenly – miracle happened – it did break the ice and brought smile and laugh to the unfriendly driver! It’s so true if they say, do talk about cricket in India and everyone will be your friend :) Indeed.
So all of us enjoyed talking about Cricket and laughed in the rickshaw, and Az whispers ‘it seems now possible to bargain from the driver :P’ But it was not. Arriving Nizamuddin Markaz, although the driver is by now happier and smiling because of Cricket talk, he still refused to give discount. Haih. But the Tabligh guy paid the rickshaw and immediately brought us inside the markaz area.
Probably the place was so different than other places we have been earlier, and in between surprised and overwhelmed, we totally forgot to take any photos of the markaz area! :( But since I dont want you to be left clueless, I googled this image (credit) of Tabligh Markaz in Nizamuddin West, New Delhi, which Az simply refers as Nizamuddin Markaz. It’s like a center of Tabligh activity here in India, and in fact, people from other countries do come to stay here to participate in their missionary. I dont know much except Az has got a friend who’s active in it.
The guy brought us inside a building which we thought a mosque but has several floors, and I was lead to another separate section to women area while Az was brought to him to male area. I was scared at first but upon opening the door, there are groups of women gather inside the spacious room. They’re in a number of groups and someone approached me. When I said I’m from Malaysia, she brought me to a group of Malaysian women reading some religious books. Other groups are Indonesian, Thais, Pakistanis, Bangladeshi and some from African countries. I felt so awkward although they greeted me so friendly as if I came here to join them. Most of them came with their husbands for the missionary. They are going to Kolkata afterwards. I was being nice and introduced myself that I came to India for honeymoon trip and was just passing by here so thought of stopping. Anyhow, I was given a space and telekung for prayers, and after I’m done, they invited me to read the books with them. I managed to read one page (and others were listening) before I asked permission to leave, telling that I didnt have time and had to go back early because we’re going to some other place with Mr Bashir tonight.
Az, apparently, was having tea with the Malaysian guys at the center (and one of them was husband of the young lady I met inside the room) and after saying goodbye to the Tabligh South Indian guy we had met earlier and thanked him for bringing us here, we took rickshaw directly back to hotel. We have plan with Mr Bashir to visit Nizamuddin Dargah tonight. We had not known there are two different significant centers called Nizamuddin in here, until we literally visited both.