Nonetheless, sitting today here in Delhi all by myself, I have not only survived it but have managed to learn the quick payback tricks too. I am now a quintessential DILLIWALI who is ruthless yet with a golden heart
I am no more wary of walking down an insanely crowded road. I am used to Delhi’s heat sitting in my AC car, home and office. I stay in posh colony where except for my immediate two neighbours I have no clue about the rest. Neither they are bothered about me nor I am bothered about them.
On one hand I haggle with a rickshaw-walla over a fifteen rupees, and on the other hand I don’t even think for a second before blowing away thousands on drinks. I have lot of convenient friends to spend my weekends and few close friends to share my thoughts.
I drive down in a concrete jungle from one flyover to another. Traffic snarls have stopped being a burden. I stop at a red light, with children begging and saying aapki jodi bani rahe with my colleague sitting next to me. We look at each other startled and laugh out loudly. I hurl abuses at the pedestrians who keep crossing the roads without looking at the red lights and think that it’s car drivers duty only to avoid accidents and not theirs.
I go to Lajpat Nagar to buy my home stuff like all others. I shoulder away random men who can’t help walking too close. I shrug, and just keep on walking. I see people fighting and I do not stop to find out why. I fight for my space in an overcrowded city that is everyday making headlines for it’s notorious acts.
Every time there is a bomb blast or any infamous incident panic calls starts pouring in from my parents and well wishers. I try to convince them saying I am absolutely safe.
Deep down under I know I am staying in a SIN CITY that has made me a SINNER too in some way.
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