So many emotions. So much to say. SO much to do. And yet, we get caught in the mundane trappings of life. It's a little tragic.
Anyhow, I suddenly want to write about Delhi. About the things that make it the city it is. The little things, the ones which you probably don't even notice but the ones that are actually the pulse of the city. But capturing and doing justice to those is a burden which I don't think I can successfully discharge. (Yes, debating can do that to you at times.) But I'll try nevertheless. In my own little way.
My earliest memories of this city are those of my childhood. Joyous and carefree. One thing that I miss in particular is the rides on that big jhoola. The coming of the jhoolawala was such a looked-forward to event. The distant sound of his bell. The scrambling and last minute arguments with mum to be allowed that one ride. Always just that one. And then the fighting to sit in a particular basket. What fun!
People say Delhi doesn't have a soul. "It's a soul-less city", "It's the rape capital, how can it have a soul?" blah blah. I've heard them all. And yet, I respectfully choose to disagree. I don't say that it's the best city in all respects, that it offers ideal conditions for living. It's got its own set of problems, just like any other city does. But what it definitely does not lack is a soul. Having lived in Delhi for 18 of the 19 years of my existence, I can safely say that Delhi has a soul, a mind of its own even.
In fact, I think every city has a mind and a soul. It's those unknown, unseen forces which seem to be omnipresent. Those that seem to drive the life in the city. Like silent guardians, perched on top, watching us deal with the lives they have created for us. Likewise, Delhi has a mind and a soul. The beauty of it lies in the fact that you can only feel their presence in the mundane things.
I would write more but exams beckon for now. In fact, initially I thought I would write one post, but now I think I'm going to convert this into a series of posts and supplement it with pictures too. 5 days isn't too long a period to wait. Till then however, I shall bid adieu.
Delhi, come soon. Waiting with arms wide open. :)
Anyhow, I suddenly want to write about Delhi. About the things that make it the city it is. The little things, the ones which you probably don't even notice but the ones that are actually the pulse of the city. But capturing and doing justice to those is a burden which I don't think I can successfully discharge. (Yes, debating can do that to you at times.) But I'll try nevertheless. In my own little way.
My earliest memories of this city are those of my childhood. Joyous and carefree. One thing that I miss in particular is the rides on that big jhoola. The coming of the jhoolawala was such a looked-forward to event. The distant sound of his bell. The scrambling and last minute arguments with mum to be allowed that one ride. Always just that one. And then the fighting to sit in a particular basket. What fun!
People say Delhi doesn't have a soul. "It's a soul-less city", "It's the rape capital, how can it have a soul?" blah blah. I've heard them all. And yet, I respectfully choose to disagree. I don't say that it's the best city in all respects, that it offers ideal conditions for living. It's got its own set of problems, just like any other city does. But what it definitely does not lack is a soul. Having lived in Delhi for 18 of the 19 years of my existence, I can safely say that Delhi has a soul, a mind of its own even.
In fact, I think every city has a mind and a soul. It's those unknown, unseen forces which seem to be omnipresent. Those that seem to drive the life in the city. Like silent guardians, perched on top, watching us deal with the lives they have created for us. Likewise, Delhi has a mind and a soul. The beauty of it lies in the fact that you can only feel their presence in the mundane things.
I would write more but exams beckon for now. In fact, initially I thought I would write one post, but now I think I'm going to convert this into a series of posts and supplement it with pictures too. 5 days isn't too long a period to wait. Till then however, I shall bid adieu.
Delhi, come soon. Waiting with arms wide open. :)
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