Dilli's expanding borders(covering up almost every inch of unnamed land) also adjusts our River Yamuna amidst its evergrowing population. Somewhere from among a group of trees, you can spot an emerging Qutub Minar faraway but when you question an auto-waallah, he immediately answers with utmost confidence,''Arey, sahib, bas yahin to hai" and points out to a nearby tree or car. This is Dilli for me.
The most interesting place in Delhi is the New Delhi Railway Station. From the time you get out of the train till the time you take a vehicle(probably an auto) is the time you need to on High Alert. Whether its the ever-ancient coolies or the trying-to-please autos-wallahs, you need to save yourself and your luggage(and also keep your cool at the same time!) and rush out straight to the Prepaid auto booth and remember, you need to make it in a one go. After you have survived these, you will find yourself amidst never-ending crying of the dirt-covered little children asking for money or food. Your second aim is to escape them or if you stay there a bit longer, you might find your wallet missing after sometime. The only relief is the police which helps you get through all this and helps you getting an auto.
Another place is Southern part of Delhi which is a complete contrast to the very typical Hindi film style northern part. Here lives that part of Delhi which eats out, hangs together to have beer, by whom the Def Col Market and Saket seem flooded. Here's the posh part where girls as skinny as the fashion models and where at every corner you seem to find look-alike Momos stall. Momos are a specialty to drool over when you come to this part of Delhi.
I think Dilli's not just about politicians, Punjabis, auto-waalahs...its got more to it. And which is why this post can never end, it can always be continued....to be continued.
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