The warmth of my city
The artcile traces down all the memories and personal experiences in Delhi and of Delhi, the place that i deeply adore. It would give you an insight into Delhi, its culture and its architectural genius.
Delhi oh Delhi
This is the place i had always wanted to come to, as a child.
I remember those summer holidays I used to look forward to, just to come to DELHI to meet my coziest cousin, Garu. She was my darling, still is. studies around the approaching summer holz were just a portico, I mean was a necessity to pretend that I am sincere about my homework, though I think I was, that I used, to walk through my dream city- Delhi. I didn't want my plan to get ripped off in any circumstance. However this was no reason to cancel the trip. My perceived notions about things didn't hold much significance, doesn't hold till date. Then the excitement to pack things, clothes- short skirts and skimpy dungarees, as this was the city I could ‘break free’ in, despite my Family’s elders raising their eyebrows at my exposed legs. But I was rebel, I wanted to do what I wanted and what my heart propelled me to, especially after I had been given all the freedom in the world by my parents to ride and fly high, on my small wings, which I used to try to fly unrestrained, but could not, because my mum had the leash to my neck. I mean who said that freedom meant being unanswerable. It means love and consideration, but accountability is non-negotiable. But thanks to that, today I know how to manage my steps. Even Page3 could not distract me off my value system. I am proud of it.
Roaming free in the lanes of Jor Bagh and Lodi road, Garu and I would have bantas,
“the local Sweet-Salted Soda with a kancha as its stopper”. And then gorge on golgappas and Phata Phat, “the tablets”. we would go for our morning walks, rather lazy strolls to the Lodi garden, and would see monkeys hurling at people and
people at them. LOL. At times, would also see few lovesoaked couples, satiating their lust behind unveiled tress and in front of popping out eyes.Fun Appu Ghar rides, the trivial fights about nothings have been sweet memories of Delhi
Going down the memory lane, I bear in mind how I jumped in contentment when I got through Delhi University. I was thrilled. Now was my time. I am finally in the city of my dreams. This is the place I found my real friends, my baby, my lifeline-my Pennu, discovered love, that was unalterable and sustainable, after failing numerous times at finding love. He brought in me the new hope of achieving what seemed like a distant dream. Delhi gave me my love, my bestestest fren Tashu, without whom my life was, is and will be, void. Delhi gave me my first break to work with Zoom as fashion and bollywood Correspondent, and also this is the city that brought me closer to all my lost ties, whom I lost to the running stream.
Delhi has a lot of potholes, dirt and filth, has an attitude, a way of life to stand above all, to look down upon people, to ostentatiously boast of Mercedes, BMWs, AUDIs. “Oh i’ll come and meet you in my Mercedes, app kyun takleef uthaate hai itni thand mai metro se aane ki”. Now this is called being DILWAALON KI DILLI, being bighearted and showing off humanity on slaughter grounds.
But still I am glued to Delhi, I love its aura. I love the fact that Delhi has an old world charm that can’t be equaled to anywhere else. It gives you pain and grief but it also teaches you to be on you own, to gain strength and also to love so many other things in its ‘melting pot’ cultural space.
Roaming in the corridors of the British Architectural Genius Cannaught Place, or meeting frenz for coffee and lunch in the posh GK markets, driving down the Stylized Diplomat Channakyapuri road or just being on a effortless shopping spree at Janpath or Dilli Haat, Delhi’s heart is big enough to fit in all your desires and wishes. It’s a Ginnie. Your wish is its command. And for me whatever I had wished for, though a lot remains unrequited, has been dropped in my lap.
Delhi actually gave me the wings to break free and this time there is no leash around my neck, but hope to take me high, as high as I want to be. And I know all my wishes would see the light of dawn here itself, in the magnificent, city that I adore and love- called Delhi.