Delhi :: II

So after an awesome night I was up very early the next day (Yes yes another crown of punctuality was accepted). It was supposed to be a long day. The homie had his exam and I was supposed to hang out for two odd hours (Baby’s Day Out).

As we checked out of the hotel and bowed down to the Paharganj for its affordable awesomeness, we thanked the Lord too as there was a light drizzle outside. I was supposed to hang out alone in the big bad city, but I’d found a companion in that soothing drizzle.

We had to board the metro again and we had some left over booze in my bag. Thankfully, homie’s brain clicked on time and despite of a hundred stares we managed to dispose the bottle. It was Delhi, that’s why we had to “Manage”.

Early morning meant a mob of people waiting for their ticket tokens. Queues were made (and broken). Shouts and cries exchanged. Stares were always being exchanged in between everything. You could always see someone breaking the queue and someone shouting. The onlookers treated it as a routine affair as they passed their boring stares. Finally we got our tokens and joined another queue to get our baggage checked. As I moved within the queue, I just thought of taking half a step out of the line. Just to facilitate the smooth movement of everyone in the line. A random man from behind commented “Line mai toh aa jao”. I was actually doing a minute social service but the idiot wanted me to join the queue and obstruct its smooth flow. I was like “WTF”. Gah.

So we boarded the awesome metro again. My homie found his exam centre, I wished him good luck like his make-believe mommy without the Dahi. After that, I was off to explore the city as it drizzled. In his drenched cargos and floaters, the wolf made his way. I was in this area called “Keshav Puram”. I thought of staying there and exploring the area. After taking a walk and spotting deserted hotels, I decided to make a move outside the area. I didn’t want to meet anyone through twitter. So I called up my sister and asked her any good place to visit in Delhi. She recommended Connaught Place.

After solving the puzzle as to which metro I had to take. I finally figured out the right route.

On my way I met this oldie Sardar who himself was puzzled, I helped him out a little. Old people are like children, they somehow retain that similar innocence. I remember this particular dialogue that the oldie sardar said while looking at the crowd

“Pata nahin duniya ko itni jaldi kyun padi hui hai”

I silently Awww-ed. I finally reached Connaught Place and that was when I realized I was in the Capital. There was a line up of expensive shops for materialistic souls and fancy women. But there were patches of Gardens here and there. In the rain, those Gardens looked greener and beautified every view. I took a walk in the park that was built in the center of the road; it’s called “Central Park” (Friends?).

Even though the park was deserted with kiddie couples enjoying the rains, I was enjoying the rain and the greenery. After taking photos, handling stares and going to the Jugaad market called “Palika bazaar” which EVEN sold duplicate ipads! I thought I should make my way for homie’s exam center so that I can catch up with him just in time.

I bought a ticket token and observed the flock of people moving here and there in the station. After which I took the metro back. The homie was tired and even me. We had to check out the monastery in Kashmere Gate but we thought of taking a last bite at McD and heading home.

Finally I bid farewell to the city and thanked the drizzle for giving me her beautiful company.

The trip was very short but I had my conclusions about the city

1- Forget the pollution induced by the traffic. There’s nothing more deadly than those public urinals. Pass by them and suffer a biological attack that can kill you multiple times. Making urinals has worsened the problem. I know it’s a petty issue but ask my nostrils and the torture they’ve suffered. *gulp*

2-Delhi SHOULD have more liquor shops. Frustrated men are not good for the crime rate. Let men surrender to psychedelia and attain peace in their inner beings. Alcohol is the ultimate resolver of issues. The resolving may be temporary but once availed regularly it can keep a check on desperate men. Drunk men are happy men not desperate men. Hence, no chance of crime.

3-Last but not the least. Delhi people should engulf tones of Chill pills. That’ll enhance their “Chill-pill” quotient. I know the city has a busy life but little speaking etiquettes don’t harm. Talking to people like your gonna kill them will not give your life any personal improvement. You’ll just re enforce your misery. So yeah engulf chill pills, meditate, sleep on time, over drink, take drugs BUT Take. It. Easy. My dear Delhites.

That is all. In the end how ever twisted the people here may be. This city is very much responsible for injecting lots of revenue in our economy. People from all over the country come here to earn their bread. This city is like that short tempered mother who may say a thing or two, but loves her children with all her heart.

Delhi, you are a kaleidoscope of colors. A collection of shades dark and light alike. However you are, I accept you and love you.

Erm.. Just open more thekas. Yep.