The sun sets down in the Central Park in Connaught place. Birds
stopped chirping. They go to sleep and Delhi wakes up for the second time in
the day. Isn't night a part of the day? Jostling crowd in Connaught place
reminds us that. People are going back home from office. Prostitutes are out
for business, Couples moving in and out from Central Park and hawkers are
giving their last shout to sell whatever they are left with at the fag end of the day. The beggar or the
homeless is peacefully smoking his joint in the corner without caring the world.
You should capture all these in your camera. Daily city life with a difference found only in Delhi.
Tired Delhi, busy Delhi, happy Delhi and drunk delhi. I am
sort of done now with the delhiness of Delhi. I take out a "chillar" for the old
beggar hiding between a Mercedes and a Maruti 800. I don’t care if he buys bun
bread or some weed for his dinner. I am totally done with this heady night or
day...whatever!!
Welcome to Verma family at Kamlanagar. Mr Verma is on the
way to home. Mrs Verma is on the phone with her sister. Neha is studying and
texting her boyfriend from her mobile at the same time. Everyone is busy. Her
brother has just come from tennis lesson and grabbing a quick snack before he
settles in front of the TV. And I'm watching all of them sitting in their
living room. Nothing interesting. I move
out and take a walk towards Sadar Bazar.
Here its still day time. Traffic jam, mad rush, people
shouting, rickshawalas fighting for space to pull along....the entire hustling
bustling is its signature. I pull myself in the maddening crowd and oh my God,
what a sight! Foreigners would love to talk about it. India is so dirty, this
and that. A foreigner guy slipped on cow dung. Immediately a hawker and 2
locals came to rescue him. I stood and watched. Their conversation is barely
audible. The foreigner straightened himself up. Now that the hawker lost few minutes of
his business time, he is trying to convince the foreigner to sell his stuff.
The foreigner is totally speechless and disgusted. I take a look around. The
street hawker is selling all toys for 50rs each. Beside him some Holi colors and
holi guns are spread out on a white sheet. You have to bargain. And you can't
look away because the deals are quite attractive.
I feel hungry but not much. I crave for something sweet. I
have a humungous sweet tooth and it asks for more after every meal or whenever
I pass by a bakery or some sweet shop. I check into Madan sweets. A typical
Punjabi-owned mithai shop. There's a huge photo of their forefather or the
original deceased shop owner nicely adorned with an artifical garland. Someone
had to carry forward the legacy. I look out for something which I have never
eaten before. Yes I found some. Mango Barfi and Badam Pinni. Thats their specialty.
Yummy.
Cool breeze asking me to stay out for more. I hear Abeeda
Parveen playing in Humayun's tomb tonight in some Sufi Concert. I
have no ticket. My influential friends could not help me this time to my last
minute's call. South Delhi brimming with disposable income has lot to offer and
it has a whole new kinetic night life. There are around 180 bars in the area. It’s
no longer a snake charmer's city. I stride into the most talked about
"Urban Pind" in GK1 N block Market. No they did not ask for any entry
fee. May be it’s a week day or do I look like some kind of a
star? The latter sounds perfect. This tall nightclub has 3 floors including a
glass atrium and colorful fluorescent walls depicting the super erotic sculptures of
Khajuraho. I walk up to the top floor in the terrace. The crowd is creamer
here. People flashing their Dolce n Gabbanas and Fendis. Some of them are loud
fake. Mostly are drinking wine and rest are drinking imported beer. They are
swaying to the music and air kissing eachother. Fantastic socialising scene of
upscale South Delhi. I passive smoke and drink a glass of tap beer. Delhi looks
so like Newyork from here. High rises twinkling in the night, starry sky and
occasional fire works filling the sky. Someone is getting married somewhere.
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