What I learned in MY City

It was gonna happen eventually.

Delhi, OH Delhi, I will miss you so.

From the Fashion-Ramp that is M-Block Market, G.K. 1 to the 21st Century Metro train running over Rohini and Dwarka.

From the Tihar Jail in Janak Puri, to the Shipra Mall in Ghaziabad.

From the HCL office in Gurgaon, to the Times of India office in Bahadur Shah Zafar Marg.

From the the dead Muslims lying in our parks, to the burnt Hindus floating in the Yamuna.

From the wide roads of a British-Built capital, to the narrow roads of an old Mughal City.

From the Snobbery of South Delhi, to the Punjabiyat of Karol Bagh (formerly Carol Gardens, I shit you not).

From the Embassy Restaurant in Connaught Place, to the McDonald’s opening up in subterranean Train Stations.

From the murder death and devastation that is New Delhi Railway Station to the murder death and devastation that is the Indira Gandhi International Airport.

From the gazillion cycles clogging up Kapas Heda, to the 8 Porsche Cayennes, 35 S Class Mercedes and the Bentley Showroom in the Government-owned Ashoka Hotel.

From the pucca Army sahibs to the nouveau-rich Buntys and Montys.

From Rajinder da Dhaba to The Great Kebab Factory.

From National Highway 8 to the Grand Trunk Road.

From the borehole to the Delhi Jal Board

From the invertor to the BSES Rajdhani Power Company.

From Connaught Place to Nehru Place

From the cycle rickshaw to the “World’s Largest CNG-Powered Bus Fleet”.

From TTG to Sheila Dixit

From Vikas Marg to the NOIDA toll bridge

From Mall Road to Shopping Mall (MG) Road

From the Delhi Golf Club to the Classic Golf Resort

From the corpses of the Archana and Savitri movie theatres to the PVR Europa Lounges

From sting operators to attractive blog-journalists

From A Saket Resident, to a Resident Saket

From 47 degrees to 5-Metre-only visibility.

From Delhi Bitches to Honest Policemen

From Car Pool Partners to a Lack of Partners (1, 2)

From The Rules of Delhi to Delhi RULZ!

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