'Aisa ho ya waisa ho , Bharat aakhir desh hai toh mera.' This sentiment gave me the jitters when I was all set for my trip abroad to India for my Masters, in my own dilli dilwalon ki. Questions loomed above my head and through my mind as to, apart from huge cities and crowded alleys, what was India , to me and my life. Its people, its owl like nightlife , their way of communicado & yaar, their basic way of TALKING, as I was brought up in an environment where speaking Hindi outside one's confines of their homes, was like a rare diamond. In Dubai , we spoke, slept and breathed in the English Language!! .
Today, its been 3 months since Delhi is my haven and for some strange reason or another, its feels like world's apart. I am tasting freedom like I had never done before, the power and authority to make my own decisions in life is now completely in my hands . I decide what I do , I believe what I follow and vice versa. Delhi, is like a chiefdom , a kingdom of sorts where people just are concerned with a welfare of their own , and the definition of close-knit is slowly smoking up. You know from the eyes of someone who's just been to delhi for her summer vacations , Delhi is humongously different in so many approaches...
Presenting before you, the penultimate list of Delhi Vs Dubai....
Every restaurant or cafe in this Exuberant city houses a Gods corner wherein God rests peacefully and one makes sure there is a regular dose of the usual agarbattis and Dhoops to set the resto-temple mood fit in....
Call it the richness of the populace or the hypocrisy of this metro , the people in this city, no matter what car they drive, they will have a driver to call it their mercedes and chaffuer them around . I mean, comeon, what use do u put ur hands to then??
The auto-rickshaws, probably the second lifeline of the city after the buses, are also not scrapped from the religious bug. Every auto in the state will flaunt or decently paste the pictures or the statuettes of the 3 major Gods ( Lord Shiva , Lord Ganesha being the main ones & the third one would be tailor made according to the driver) in front of their steering wheel .
We, back home, utilised the horns in our cars only at times when someone was deliberately blocking your way or to irritate someone. But here, the horn seems to be the equipment that can be used in place of anything. Drivers here, use their car horns in place when they should actually use the dippers , some minisculed people on the road just use it at their mercy, not bothering about the irking quotient. I mean, just because of its proximity, the usage should not be maximised, is it??
Delhi and its neighbourng states are INDEED VERY VERY RELIGIOUS and i can substantiate that with PROOF. On my recent trip to Jammu , I had absolutely no dearth of passing Temples and Gurudwaras alongside the trees galore.. and they just seemed to go on forever after every kilometre & believe me the size of the worship house doesnt matter here...Bhavnao ko samjho..
Now, since i love eating my heart out, there is something very peculiar about Delhi's parties, every party no matter the scale , has a PANEER dish!! Be it Paneer masala, Paneer Bhurji or just paneer pakoras, Paneer has to be there!! I fail to explain why...or maybe its because of it being called the rich man's 'lazeez'....
Driving tactics again. Back home in Dubai , my driving instructor strictly told me to adhere to the practice of using all the 3 mirrors present in a car, i.e. the rearview mirror and the two side mirrors. But here, its crammy and weird that cars dont have the left hand side mirror at all or there are some more experienced drivers who dont have both the side mirrors and just drive away to their desti(nation). You know, a car without two side mirrors resembles a human without its hands...ummm
Now for some girly talk and know-how, which i didnt know. A girl going through her monthly cycle is referred to as being DOWN !! DOwn?? I mean, back there, we just said we are not well or rather the more bolder ones said it out..But hey, why downnnn...
Its been a tumultous journey for me back here in my own country, with just so much to do and so less time. I feel this list is not enough for anyone to adjudicate the colossal size of our country in such a minute observation. So, lemme sit back and relax more and treat my eyes to this conventional land and its lifestyle of sorts....
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