Seven years, since i left my hometown and stepped into this city-the city of "Qutub Minar" and "DlF promenade",the city of "kake da dhaba" and "Le Meridian",the city of "Chandini Chowk" and "F-bar & lounge",the city of "Sarojini Nagar" and "Connaught Place";a city so life-sized in itself ,that it had to be further segregated into "North","South","East" and "West".A city on high alert whole year round ,as always being on the pinnacle of every terror threat. Where people live,eat and breathe money.A city which sermonize "Life is fast,so keep on moving"-the city of DELHI!
The hustle- bustle of this city sometimes gets on to my nerves.Subjugated by its clout,people have lost their identities;lost their own selves.Life is so assiduous,that you hardly have time to breathe.And the worst part,even if somehow you take out time to breathe and pollution being a major apprehension here;one can only breathe in and out carbon dioxide.People from all over the world,all sorts and make,cast and creed come to reside here- but the irony is;the city ends up dwelling in them rather than they dwelling here.
"Delhites" is what people loved to be called here.It gives them a feeling of great reverence.And if by chance you are from "south Delhi";thats just a plus ten straight on your "happening lifestyle".People with plastered and forged emotions are found in profusion.The underpinning of every relationship built here is monetary.People talk less,money talks more.If you have it,you're welcome in their spurious and so called well heeled society and if you dont ;you looked down upon with ignominy.So the first thing everyone becomes skilled at here is,even if you dont have it;still flaunt it.
Heat is intense ,winters are chilly.But weather has never been a constraint for the gripping lifestyle of Delhites.Life is never stagnant.Here,its just the survival of the smartest.A place where only business and pleasure converge and people stay detached from each other.Lot of people come here-the capital city of INDIA- with hopes and dreams in their eyes, and then go astray to have a completely changed persona;for it is well said that "if you cant beat them,join them".
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Wind Back
The journey began 21yrs back,when my parents let down the guard and put me to my first school-kindergarten.From then ,there was no going back.The expedition from kindergarten to high school,from making clay toys to making sulphur dioxide,from learning "A-B-C-D" to learning Archimede's principle; will always be etched in my mind as the most enchanting,relaxing and euphoric chapter in my life.
Drinking meant "milk" then.Lunch meant "maggi" in the tiffin.When "hundred bucks" from parents made u feel affluent.The only fear was of "exams".Reaching on time meant 7:30 in the morning,just making it for the school assembly and taking the pledge.Sleeping through the periods, with the notion in mind of covering up the syllabus in the coaching classes.Sports day was the time to get tanned and to be ready with your fake medical certificates.When "christmas" meant a one month long winter break.Riding our new bicycles to school with so much smugness as if driving a mercedes.Calling up friends frantically a day before exams to borrow notes was standard.
When three months of summer vacation was not as much, and a 45min long period seemed eternal and dreary.Chemistry practicals meant setting the slab on fire and physics practicals meant bunking the class. To be called in the principle's office was customary.The only hierarchy found was "juniors" and "seniors" .Waking up each morning, packing the bag and not being fretful at all to look up the time table even once.The only meeting to be taken care off acutely was parents-teachers meeting .When "houses" meant yellow,green,blue and red,"probability" meant maths ,"thou" meant shakespeare and "red ink" meant fail.
School life had its own allure and enthrallment which can never be matched for.I abhorred going to school everyday but loved the fact of catching up with my friends and updating them on any important gossip they had missed on.The only day the whole class was present was the day of getting the class photograph clicked,dressed up all sleekly.Who would have thought that time,as time would dash,all i would be left with will be those photographs as memoirs.Even today,i look at them with just one contemplation and yearning- i want to WIND BACK and live these moments again.
Drinking meant "milk" then.Lunch meant "maggi" in the tiffin.When "hundred bucks" from parents made u feel affluent.The only fear was of "exams".Reaching on time meant 7:30 in the morning,just making it for the school assembly and taking the pledge.Sleeping through the periods, with the notion in mind of covering up the syllabus in the coaching classes.Sports day was the time to get tanned and to be ready with your fake medical certificates.When "christmas" meant a one month long winter break.Riding our new bicycles to school with so much smugness as if driving a mercedes.Calling up friends frantically a day before exams to borrow notes was standard.
When three months of summer vacation was not as much, and a 45min long period seemed eternal and dreary.Chemistry practicals meant setting the slab on fire and physics practicals meant bunking the class. To be called in the principle's office was customary.The only hierarchy found was "juniors" and "seniors" .Waking up each morning, packing the bag and not being fretful at all to look up the time table even once.The only meeting to be taken care off acutely was parents-teachers meeting .When "houses" meant yellow,green,blue and red,"probability" meant maths ,"thou" meant shakespeare and "red ink" meant fail.
School life had its own allure and enthrallment which can never be matched for.I abhorred going to school everyday but loved the fact of catching up with my friends and updating them on any important gossip they had missed on.The only day the whole class was present was the day of getting the class photograph clicked,dressed up all sleekly.Who would have thought that time,as time would dash,all i would be left with will be those photographs as memoirs.Even today,i look at them with just one contemplation and yearning- i want to WIND BACK and live these moments again.
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