Whenever I feel low or stressed, I rush to Old Delhi for a good meal. The narrow lanes of the walled city somehow always manage to give me a reason to spread smile on my lips. After a scrumptious meal at of many restaurants at Jama Masjid, I started walking to in deep, dark and narrow lanes not knowing where to go and what am I looking for, I met a bunch of friendly kids. Faruq was one of them, but may be the most shy amongst all of them. He was constantly hiding behind this
When you arrive at the Lucknow Railway Station, a big sign which says, Muskuraiye, kyonki aap Lucknow mein hain (Smile, because you are in Lucknow), and the friend who came to receive you will welcome with a warm smile and a polite embrace. But when you arrive at Delhi Railway Station or Airport, your good old friend will welcome you with a loud scream, Aagaya Oye Bhenc**d!!! (So you have arrived sister f*cker!), a common friendly abusive gesture of deep love! A very common a
Yesterday at Khan Market red light, while waiting I was selecting which CD to play in my car when I heard a knock on the window, I looked outside and saw Rajesh was standing their with a hope to get something from me in his eyes. I looked at him, and I don’t know why I started talking to him. I usually don’t give money to beggars unless they are very old or very disabled. Rajesh looked OK, but he was walking with a lot of difficulty with clutches. I parked my car, and as prom
While our shameless leaders will be happy if the Common Wealth Games are spoilt, I revisited some of my recent archives where I found this bunch of people who live by the road and work as daily wagers in Delhi. They all are from the state of Bihar, one of the under developed and poorer states of India. As usual we have a few criminals and politicians to blame for their condition, but what I really like about these men is – They live in a foreign land – far away from their hom
Delhi always wakes up to a crisp newspaper and a cup of hot tea, for some it’s at work, some get it in their bed and some prefer it in the… never mind. Early morning in different corners of the city, newspaper vendors would get the delivery of the newspapers and collectively they sit and sort the newspapers, insert leaflets, brochures and other promotional material. They always impress me with their precision and speed while delivering the right newspaper in the right house,
I met Suresh and his friends outside a Metro Station recently, he is from a small village near Bangalore. He was chilling with them after enjoying a metro ride. Suresh landed in Delhi recently in hope of finding some work to support his family back in the village. Every year, Delhi welcome millions of migrant workers from all over India, Nepal and Bangladesh. With over 21.7 lakh migrants came to Delhi in the last decade, making us the biggest host to migrants in North India.