People have a lot of ideas about life, it is when they experience them first hand, then they realize how true or false it is. Such is the case with me. I had looked forward to my coming to Delhi as an escape to a whole new world. It took me 24 hours to realize how wrong I was. No offence to all Delhi-ites... Delhi has a lot of things going for them like the swanky metro and the way they manage the entire travelling scenario, it is something I will look up to them for.. But there are other startling facts that are so hard to ignore.
People are so fake and pseudo, show-off is written all over them. I had my first brush with Delhi-ites was during my flight... two middle aged gentlemen were cribbing about how people lower in social ladder own Skoda or Verna, these gentlemen claim proudly that they have never been on the metro but claim that it must be good for the middle class or the lower middle class.. Today morning when I went out for a walk I witnessed a brawl in the streets, it was raining blows and abuses... abuses I had never heard of in this lifetime :D and why? The newspaper boy accidentally scraped by this another street boy while cycling.
Metro was a wonderful experience. I was on my own in a new city for the first time, previously my house was always right next to my office so I never had the problem to adjust or find my way and Dad was always there to settle me down but this one time I did things on my own. It was both liberating and quite intimidating. Metro connectivity has surely done a world’s good to all Delhi-wallas and its gratifying to say the least. But what was jarring was the men in Delhi who are positively leach, with X-ray vision, stripping the girl with their eyes and have no shame when caught staring. They lurk everywhere in the vestibules of the ladies compartments, in shops, cafes and platforms, they are everywhere and it’s unnerving and totally intimidating. Girls are no less, I was in this coffee shop when the girls at the next table were heard boisterously claiming... " I have 14 cards including debit and credit card... I always get confused which one to use, I think I will use the HDFC card today, its blue and matches with my outfit" ..Followed by peals of giggles!! Before I forget Delhi summers are terrible, I feel like I have ropes for hair because it gets dry and dirty in no time, skin needs constant moisturizing because of the dryness and even the nights are not comfortable!! Bangalore I so miss you!! :( *sob* *sob*
Anyway all is not bad the best part about Delhi is Preeti Di... you may know her as Preetilata.. she is just there and the knowledge makes me feel lonely no longer. We have planned tons of shopping expeditions and host of other things hopefully we will implement these plans once I am back. O yea! There are tons of places like Janpath, where you get amazing clothes at dirt cheap and you need to bargain like hell. This summer dress which was quoted to me at 750/- miraculously was priced at 200/- when I started moving away! Then there is Sarojini and host of other places. If you are a silver junkie then Delhi Haat is your nemesis.. Silver stuff there is pretty to the core but burns a hole in your pocket! And the only other good thing that Delhi has is al least you understand what people are talking and finding your way out is not that big a deal!
Enough of bashing and bitching, its not all that bad. The initial transition phase is really tough, hopefully I will be able to pen down tons of fabulous stuff about Delhi as and when I grow to love it. Ending the post without wishing my hubby is a shame so here goes.. Belated Happy Birthday Anwesa.. I hope you know how much you mean to me. Your silent support is a constant inspiration for me to go on and never give up on blogging, a platform that gifted me you. :) Wishing you lots of love and luck.