2 weeks in delhi..kuch ho raha hain mujhko..either the goddess of learning has decided to pinch my bottom ya phir meri bhaasha,vidhi ke anusaar se hash,mash and smash ho rahi hain..i have only to blame my sweet motherland,karnataka,for this...making us so flexible and adaptive of tongue and temperament to suck on an alu chaat, conspiratorially spit on benches and jostle for space in buses with lovely women within a fortnight of arriving here!something about karnataka makes us congenitally cosmopolitan..
Atleast the romanticism is wearing off nicely..with heat being a decidedly terrorism-inclined element in the north,some more days need to go by before my piss turns less smiley-yellow that it often is!The first thing that impressed an adjust-maadi-bangalorean like myself is of course, the shameless obesity of space..such wide roads,such luscious greenery,such big big potties.Its a city built for grandiose civilization.I see why people who live here for long,...well..live here for long!
Another beautiful cushion for this city would be its market locales..not the decidely goliathan malls..but the clusters of plaster-mottled buildings..of the few that i managed to get pulled to,the lajpat nagar mkt,the sarojini nagar mkt,i.n.a,meher chand mkt,khanna mkt,munirka mkt...the ethnicity is just oozing..even from its tits(by that,i'd mean..if the collective market bunch be mapped in a all-to-one fashion,mathematically...to be a pair of breasts).......i DID find the roaming about quite amusing and refreshing..
Notice how the language is deviating more towards profanity and vulgarity?..its that metamorphosis i was talking about..if i dont call a dilli autorickshawallah a behenchuth/madarchuth/lowdeykebaal amidst te humble request to take me someplace(amma please forgive me), he is greatly hurt/aggreived/suspicious of my intentions!
I'll write more often now..its the last vestige of pride in my hingleesh that i can retain by doing so..sat sri akal
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