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Dilli in waiting…

October 2, 2015

October tip-toes in…

Early morning walk in my customary park…. Summer is surely over, but winter is not yet in… The morning walkers present a somber picture… Tensely quiet… None of the bluster of summer, nor the fight of winter… They walk listlessly, as if they are not sure whether they are waiting to write a will or to inherit from one… There is expectation in their strides, and yet there is resignation in their eyes… Old ladies are sitting on park-benches and cud-chewing some topic or the other in the manner of Goddesses of twilight passing judgments on daylight matters, more out of habit rather than with purpose…. Girls (Ladies), young and old, are doing yoga, holding poses, stopping time, looking at the sky, locking their eyes on some unseen God, who, surely, would blink first… A cluster of senior citizens are standing in a circle and doing their own thing – clapping hands, doing some stretches, and ending up with Laughter Asana, laughing HA-HA-HA-HA in unison, thrice… Each time louder than the previous time… They know that time shall have the last laugh… So HA HA HA…

The shrubs are displaying the last flowers of the season… Take-it-or-leave-it blossoms…

Walking along two elders chat about “nothing lasts”. “Let us take this walk. Who knows how many cells have died in our body, and how many born since we started this walk. In fact, the whole blood stream is completely replaced every six months…” says, one to the other. “Yes, yes, that is why three months average is best measure of blood sugar” says the other to the one. They both heartily agree, and say “HbA1C”, in one voice, like two children trying out a nice new word… Rumpelstiltskin…

88! (“Two fat ladies!”, shout the Tambola criers, when they announce the number 88.) Well, two eights are walking, and one tells another, about a third 8 who is not present – “uskee Thyroid problem hai… That is why itnee soojee hui hai … (She has a thyroid problem. That is why she is so bloated).

Two kids playing shuttle cock… Up and down, back and forth, like a tease of time…

A couple of stray dogs are basking in the sun. One is on his back, legs up in the air, allowing the Sun to gaze at his navel. And the other sits a short distance away, unconcerned, examining his own fur, as if checking if they are ok for the coming winter…

The wide lawns are covered by a dew carpet. Looks like moisturizer spread across earth’s skin that is soon going dry …

Mortality is in the air… Every creature is transacting from a perch of frailty… Winds are holding their breath…

Life now, seems like this flower in the park… Streaks of color… The white of age…

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दिनयामिन्यौ सायं प्रातः
शिशिरवसन्तौ पुनरायातः ।
कालः क्रीडति गच्छत्यायुः
तदपि न मुञ्चत्याशावायुः ॥

Day and night, dusk and dawn
Winter and spring, on and on…
Time sports , Life runs away,
Yet no respite from desire-storm sway..

Hickery, Dickery, Dock!

A Dilli Inter-lewd

March 16, 2014

Dilli… Saturday, March 15… Evening…

Tis the fourteenth day of the lunar fortnight, waxing moon…. Chaudween ka chaand…

Right above the canopy of King George near India Gate..

Chaudhween ka chand

Chaudhween ka chand

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This is the canopy where stood a marble statue of King George the Fifth, in the 1960s.,.. Later the statue was removed and housed elsewhere.. There were rumors that a Gandhi statue (that of the Mahatma) would be housed in this canopy… But that did not happen… And mercifully the powers have left this arch empty of any other politician…

The canopy is right in line with India Gate, and Rashtrapathi Bhavan… The Rajpath, the way of the King….

Here are some pictures (cell phone taken, please forgive jee) of yesterday evening’s walk around that place… Click, and use arrows to browse, Esc to return….

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So that was yesterday, the Chaudween ka chaand day…

Ravi and I had hired a ‘half-day-taxi’ …40 kms, Rs 600 only plus parking fees… And parking fees in Delhi is a chota-mota scam… In South Delhi its going to cost 100 Rs per hour, it seems… Jai ho! I loot you, you loot someone else, and so up it goes, till someone loots the whole nation, and so it comes right back to me, and I loot someone, and he loots someone else….. The virtuous cycle of nation milking…

As we drove from outside to inside Dilli – from outer of outer ring road, to inside of inner ring road – from the fringes of the circular parallel economy to the heart of the engine, the oxygen was like a gentle high.. Like a journey from the obnoxious to the noxious… Waiting at red lights like dogs on leash, the engines growled… Peering at fellow drivers in vehicles alongside, one could not help wondering who was carrying whom? Was the car carrying the driver or was it the other way… The car folks who were driving looked like they were perfectly capable of getting off, picking up the car over their head, and hurling it above and across the overpass in front, and running and catching it on the other side… There was this surefire macho aggressiveness… The way they held the steering wheel, leaning onto it, ‘putting their weights behind the wheel’… The way they glared as they waited… Or pumped up the volume of clang-clang-dance music from their car stereos..

“Ah dilli… I said” to Ravi…”Killers! Sure, they all look like they could murder… no?” I asked Ravi

“Arrey naheen… They are normal… Not like you Chennai ch***s…. You f(*&%s are timid… We are normal… Normal people, who are ready for a fight, if it comes to it, which it might anytime, anywhere..”

With some more prodding, he elaborated… “I mean, we are not like you southies… Wearing marks of divinity, behind which you hide your haram ki kamaai… I mean we tell you straight “I AM BAD. DON’T MESS WITH ME.”, as we go about our daily business of ‘aaj ka loot’. And if someone were to try to do us in, we are ready for it, and we will stab him first… Rest (baaki) will be seen later (baad mein dekhi jayegi)… *&%^$# #%*!@~ (choice expletives)”…

Ah Soota is home….He now thinks favorably of all…. And that includes the news anchors of national television channels – even the English ones… Everyone is doing dhandhaa after all… Depending on where you are in the ‘virtuous cycle of nation milking’, you extract your share of hafta-moola… And if that means running over someone, so be it… Everyone and everyone’s uncle is krantikari… Bahut krantikari…. 

Six months ago, when he had come before the Dilli state elections, he had seen a surge of broom – the jhaadoo of aap (See this post “Dilli mein parivartan”…).. This time around, with national elections around the corner, the sweep seems  to be somewhat subdued… It looks like the common man has re-realized that it is each man for himself in this canine eat canine race of rodents… And oh what fun it is to run with a one horse open sleigh… Hey, Jhingal bell, Jhingal bell, Jhingal aaaalll the way….

And the way leads to Bengali market for Soota… To the sweet house…. Where the sight of the well endowed सेट , eating his own restaurant food as he completely mans the counter, counting thousand-rupee notes with a professional slickness…The sight is so endearing.. One regains faith in timeless Hindustan… Oh the मिठाई का मेला… Folks of all age – from kids to nonagenarians… All coming in here to give a party to their taste buds… That special masala that goes into giving छोले  that taste which you cannot find elsewhere in Delhi… Like that other shop in Darya Gung where Samosa-s are the world’s best.. These are khaandaani halwaai-s…. This is real India…. Jai Ho!

And now, to this morning… The morning of 16th March…. A walk in the park…

Winter is all but gone…. The last kiss lingers still… Some trees are still bare, and stand aloof like ascetics in meditation…. Spring is announcing its presence… Some flower beds are smiling… Blossoms looking at the Sun…

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As he walks in the public park, Soota breathes the spirit of Dilli… Not too many people around. Maybe because of Holi season (Holi tomorrow)… But there are enough folks.. And almost all of them are wearing track suits ( the pants)… They are dressed for the occasion… An old man walks ahead of Soota, his cap emblazoned with the word “WOLVERINE”…

Bhaunkh! Bhaunkh! Yeh, Dilli hai!

Dilli mein Parivartan

October 27, 2013

Back to Dilli after several months, and went out to the local DDA Park for a late morning walk. 7 am is kinda late… But Sunday and all that, so ok shokay.

There was a nip in the air. A question mark in the mind, ki, should one have dressed differently. Especially after spotting a folk or two wearing scarf and all that. But then seeing a man in shorts roaring past in a mobyke, I’m ok you’re ok.

And now for my periodic dipstick test of the state of the nation…

Enter the park. Enter the dragon.

Everybody loves Kungfu fighting…. What  a joy. How much energy a bunch of punjoos pack. By Punjoos, I mean all folks north of vindhyas, like madraasees were all folks south of it… Now who can tell. Sab cheej mein milaavat… Well, real punjoos are always the crème-de-la-crème of the overall set, and so jai ho.

The morning folks are presenting a pretty picture.

A lone man standing like a weather cock… He stands on his left leg, the other leg lifted, bent backwards, held at ankles by his right hand, pressed hard against his butt, his left hand raised, pointing directly east, perpendicular to his body, his long nose pointing  like an accusing finger, his eyes challenging the Sun.

A group of RSS folks in one corner. The older ones still loyal to their baggy khakhi half-pants. The younger ones in camouflage, in regular pants. They stand in a huddle of sorts, peer into their hands, and chant prayers – karAgre vasate lakShmI, kara-madhye saraswatI ….I can imagine leading TV anchors scowling from high, and ‘The Hindu’ writing a stinging editorial about it.

But, yes… I notice a parivartan… Folks are not honking and overtaking each other. There is a quiet air of relaxed-alertness that one may see among space travelers who are between planets. Girls are walking quietly, or jogging alone, focused on exercise, not fiddling with cell phones… Young boys are sitting on park benches peering into cell phones, searching for some lost dream. An elderly man, comfortably past eighty – kgs of weight – sitting on a bench, throws his arms up into the air, bellows a prayer – tvameva maata, pita tvameva, tvameva bandhu, mama devedeva’ and ends it with Om Shanti Shanti Shanti, in a manner of telling God – ‘Hope you heard, heard, heard’.

Dogs…. Dogs (whom they call stray) are occupying respective turfs. And by the looks of them, the nation is not doing badly at all. They are all in solid health. Looks like they have eaten enough to last through the coming winter. Not just are they well-fed, they also look like they have had an upgrade in model. They are in good sheen. And a group is having fun, playing run-and-catch at super speed… Oh the joy of seeing real life in motion…. Beautiful!

A Sikh gentleman and his evidently superior half are walking, she is a step ahead, and has a music player in her hand, where she is listening to some keertan…And humming along…

Boys are playing soccer vigorously… But the parivartan is that it does not look like rugby. They are even shouting kudos to each other.

An elderly man has found a willing audience in a middle aged man and is delivering a discourse to him. I catch verses from Bhagavad Gita, which he chants in a Punjoo way, where the ‘halant’ is missed, making words like arpita sound as arpit… And he is explaining – “Yogi kaun hai? Yogi woh hai jisko raag, dvesh naheen hai… Jo jeete jee aatmaa ko jaan chukaa hai… Marney ke baad gyaan mile tho kya pharak pade? Sabme ishwar dekho, sabme aatmaa dekho… kya pharak padta hai…”… And the younger man is listening attentively, head down.

The Sun is glowing red, from high.

A plump lady has brought her young son, and they are cycling in the walking path. Axecuse me, you know, young boy and all that… Jiyo beta!

A man in his nineties is walking jerkily, which would actually translate to jogging by a younger man – in terms of effort… And he is all compassion, lifting his hand to acknowledge everyone who crosses him…

There is parivartan in the air all right in Dilli. Yesterday, I found that cars were not honking threats as  they used to. I mean, no one was honking from behind when the light turned green. Cars being kind to each other, I mean is this Dilli or what… The whole city may well be in love, singing ‘Baaboojee dheerey chalnaa… pyaar meeiiiiiinnnn, zaraa samhalnaa…’

But in the park, they speak of politics…. They speak of Parivartan… And they do know, from long experience, ‘haaan… bade dhokey hain…..bade dhokey hain is raah mein’…

But Dilli is Dilli… Johnny Walker zindabad… Hum sab char sau bees hain…

Mud mud ke na dekh mud mud ke,
Mud mud ke na dekh mud mud ke !
Zindagaani ke safar mein tu akela hi nahi hain
Ham bhi tere hamsafar hain…

Hoy!

As i reach home, I spot a sparrow. Sparrows are making their way back to Dilli! Parivartan! Signing off this post, remembering Manna Dey, and humming..

kaun aayaa mere man ke dvaare,
paayal ki jhanakaar liye…


									

Saadaa Dilli – 3

March 17, 2013

Sunday evening!

Last evening in Dilli, this trip… Time to say Goodbye to the MeraBharatMahaan Park….

Oh yes! This park sure represents a nice cross-section of urban India… Consumer Marketing folks can test market their products here, and model consumer demand for the rest of the Metro… Election Surveyors can get a good sample here for their Poll predictions…. And Law makers can get a good understanding of how they are faring…. Ha! You are wondering about the last one?

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The local Govt body has put up this board…  Right at the entrance.

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The rules ask us to avoid some things… Lets see how we fare in terms of implementation of these rules…

1) Avoid Cooking:  Generally complied with…. One doesn’t see people cooking. But then again, there is a small jhuggie colony at one corner of the park…. They live there…. Among other things, they need to cook…. Now, how can one say ‘no’ to that?

2) Avoid Cycling:  Generally complied with…. But young kids do bring in small bicycles…. Cute little bicycles… Now, how can one say ‘no’ to that?

3) Avoid Football: Not complied. Flagrant and rampant non-compliance…. Several football games are going on right now… Kids are enjoying themselves playing football all over the place… Now, how can one say ‘no’ to that? Then again, what they are playing is Soccer. Maybe the authorities are forbidding American Football, or Australian Rules football. Who is to say…

4) Avoid Cricket Playing: Not complied. A nice cricket match is in progress. With a tree as a wicket… Its tennis ball cricket though… So no one will get hurt… It’s fun…. Can one say ‘no’ to that….

(Commercial break: The Rules forbid only Football and Cricket… Not any other game… That’s wonderful! There are several games of badminton in progress. Frisbees  are flying and landing here and there like UFOs. Some people are holding large rings, perhaps for performing “twist” or maybe for throwing… Some folks are practicing High Jump… So it goes….)

5) Avoid Gambling: Complied… How does one make out if someone is gambling though… Some folks do seem to be playing cards… Looks like a nice family picnic… Sure looks like no one is gambling… Safe to bet on that….

6) Avoid dogs inside the park:  Complied! Many stray dogs are ensuring that other dogs do not come inside the park… Bow Wow Wow ! And more Bow!

All right… No dogs… But what is this?

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Ha! Monkeys! Now, there’s no rule forbidding that! Monkeys fearlessly walking around…. They are not harming anyone… Just having an evening walk in the local park…

Now tell me…. How can one say ‘no’ to that?

Saadaa Dilli – 2.. The Morning after…

March 15, 2013

Huddu Maarnee!

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Morning in the park is a different world… Same people, different planet… None of the evening Bonhomie… Morning is all business. It is time to sharpen and polish the weapons… “Pehle zara kasht uthaanaa, phir sab din anand manaana”! Time to pump oneself and challenge every muscle and tendon in the body… Time to tell God, “ok, you %&^%$, I am stretching myself to the extreme… You b*&^%y be ready to deliver your part of the deal…And I need my payment in $$$$$$…. Cash… No post dated cheque…. ok ?”

Stepping into the park, I see that some stranger is calling me…. He has his arms outstretched, perpendicular to his body, and his hands are waving up and down to me, “come, come, come”… Then I realize that he is exercising his wrists… Nothing to do with me…

Walking on, I find the group of elders are no longer chatting like last evening… They are all standing in a circle, and are enjoying the last part of their morning exercise regimen… And how do I know that? That’s because they are now doing the Haasya Aasana, usually the final aasana, where they let out super-loud bellows of laughter in unison, shaking the entire cosmos…

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The roar of the chidiya garh lion would surely be muffled by the HAHAHAHAHAHA of the Dilli elders… They laugh at the world, having been there and done that… Seeing us engrossed with lucre and Lucifer  they laugh, knowing that glitter of gold is the invite of food gone cold, and that in the final reckoning, health alone is wealth.. He who stays healthy, and outlives all his competitors, is the winner… He  needs no silver-cup to prove his victory… He himself is the shining proof… He who lives last, laughs last! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Jai Ho!

Walking around, one sees some lone yoga practitioners, sitting on the lawn, facing the sun… Letting out steam-engine puffs as they do kapaal bhaati … Puff-puff-puff-puff they go, like a railway engine of old, pulling bogeys of abdominal and chest muscles that had retired into the shed during the night… Being Dilli handsomes, they also sport white cream on their cheeks, perhaps to guard their oh-so-sensitive skin from harmful UV rays of the morning sun… or perhaps to just look fierce to keep the dogs away… By the way, talking off puffing engines, it is the birthright of every Dilliwaalaa to loudly clean his nose in public, especially in parks… There will be no break in stride, as the Dilliwaalaa proceeds to suddenly lean his head on one side, lift one hand to nose, and proceed to evict all nasal mucus, with the sound of a jet engine taking off…. System clean… Chalte raho! Jai Ho!

Out here, one can usually spot the recently retired men…. They walk with sticks, shorter than a walking stick, longer than a wand… It is the remnant of the power that they wielded just a while ago…. The Dandaa… Like a retired school principal still holding on to his  old school cane…

Commercial break…. (I guess, in these days of media activism, Principals can no longer have the solace of a cane, and would have to deal with errant wards in the manner of our PM dealing with those in high places accused of corruption… Imagine a Principal actually using a cane… Meat for the media… Debate Tonight; Nation is Outraged… Student Caned. How long can this medieval imperial practice be allowed to continue?     Listen to the usual medley of mad mast-kalandars engaged in a free for all debate… But first, our channel exclusive interview of the child who was caned… “Please tell us what happened”… “Principal caned me”. “Why?”… “Because I got caught with purses in my hand…” “Whose purses?” “I don’t know…. I don’t know who planted it in my hand…” … And then the Grimjaw Killjoy Media Shahjehan takes over….”Ladies and gentlemen… Today the nation again watched the tragic scene of…. Is the Education Minister sleeping? ….)

Commercial break over…. Coming back to the park…

Girls jogging…. Now, these are not the girls who walked (sauntered) around last evening… These morning girls are hardened professionals…. They run in small groups, and the amazing thing is that they hardly chat as they run… Can you believe that? In grim silence, they power their way down the track, their fists pounding the punching bag of the morning air… And wait a minute… No cell phone in hand…. Incredible… No cell phone! Repeat! No cell phone! Hows that…

Contrast that with the “you are fifteen, going on sixteen” girls of last evening…. many of them suddenly realizing that all the “aaloo ppurrAuntthaa” eaten happily, every day, all these years, perhaps had more “aaloo” than “aataa”, leading to gains that in hindsight look rather ungainly. Like ripening bananas threatening to explode out of the outer skin, the battle of the bulge has come to the fore and can no longer be wished away… Some saunter in groups, cell phone in hand, knowing that life has reached an inflection point… And their saunter is the first step in the fightback… Some others are in the second or third round of the fight, and they walk harder… and they walk alone…. Gripping a cell phone in the right hand in a strangle hold, like holding a “wannabe-molester” by the scruff of his neck and dragging him down the park tied to a leash… Leash which is wired from the cell to the walker’s ear – so that the death-throes of the rowdy-romeo can be relished, while simultaneously, the beastly extra pounds in the body are shed away…. Phew…

However, the Elders of Haasya-asana know that in the long run, no one wins the battle of the bulge… They have seen generations battle… And Aloo Parontha always wins…. karnahaiJoKarlo! Joker Lo!… HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

But the young crusaders turn a deaf year to the oldies laughter… They pound on…. They step into the lawns and exercise….

Young and old, all of the folks know that the devil is in the knees…. They all exorcise (as in exercise) the ghutney ka shaitan… Some of the older folks just stand straight and lift their legs up and down to exorcise…. The younger ones hup up-down, bending into haunch, arai-mandee pose of Bharatanatyam, to exorcise the devil… And if they simultaneously turn and look towards you, they are not actually looking at you, they are merely exercising their neck, and you happen to be in the general direction of their contorted visage…. They care a damn for you really… One young exorciser has something written in red along the back of her pants.. Now T-Shirts with bold statements one has seen… But bottom-line statement is new…. Maybe it says “Buree nazar waaley, tera muh kaalaa”.. Or is it “”Horn please, ok, Tata” … No idea… Each one, teach one… Jai Ho!

Ok folks!

Signing off this post with the dog in the morning….

Rokda time hai bhai! Office jaanaa hai… Jai Ho!

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Saadaa Dilli

March 14, 2013

Good afternoon Dilli, I mumble, as I peer out of the window of the aeroplane…

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You are wondering about the word Aeroplane? You see, I have known Delhi when the airport at Palam was called Aerodrome… And Caravelle aircraft of Indian Airlines, was called Aeroplane…. When President Zakhir Hussein took the salute for Republic Day and never once sat down all those hours of the march past… When, at Pandara Road, we used to wake up at 5 in the morning, to the sound of the roar of the lion, from the Chidiya Garh (zoo)….So sirji, one has a stake here… Saadaa Dilli….

Looking down from the aeroplane….All is good. I can see some green… The grey has not taken over the landscape totally, although to be true to the character of the land, concrete fights with concrete, jostling, encroaching, fighting encroachers… But Dilli is fighting back.. I am told the sparrows are making a comeback, two at a time…

Evening sees me go to the local park… And it is saadaa dilli… The macrocosm is represented in full… From babies to super seniors… So lovely to see… Under tens with their pink little cycles parked here and there… Teenage boys playing soccer… Teenage girls playing Maaram-Peetee… Now that’s new… Maaram-Peetee is that timeless game where you throw the tennis ball hard to hit each other… Used to be a boys game, not so long ago… A youngster jogging, wearing a T-shirt that had “DDA” sign on back…. Hmmm… DDA has come a long way, I guess… Another youngster, wearing a shirt that shines like a glossy centrespread of a glitzy magazine…

Two elders stride past… Power walkers…. And one asks the other about a third, “sardaarjee nazar nai aaye” (Sardaarji hasnt come today?)… “Chal kaintee maarte hain” (Ok, we’ll ring him up)… “Not reachable… Kannott place gaya hoga, rasgullaa khaanee… I told him, ki bhai, ab injection lagane ki naubat aa gayi… Ab tho chod de… Magar woh baaz naheen aayega…”… Happiness of Rasagulla! Jai Ho!

Walking around the panorama… Elderly women, sitting seven to a seat of five, chatting happily…

And elderly men, sparring words and laughs….

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Seeing them, my mind comes up with a plot for a novel… Eight senior citizens… Decide to shake the citadels of power and eliminate corruption… Retired folks – two from armed forces, one a retired RAW intelligence man, a real estate fixer, an engineer expert in detonations, a magician, and a man whose daughter is a media diva…. And how they systematically target places of high corruption…. One of them has a secret dalliance, a young lady …. And he brags to her… And She… etc…. And then one of the guys is missing…. Commercial break…

Walking on… Many a mother-daughter couple…. A lioness taking her cub out, pointing out the predators of the urban jungle, and how to deal with them… Yeh dilli hai…

Kids from nearby jhuggies… Playing with paper planes… Playing rugby without any visible ball…

And at one end of the park is this pond…. Which has a mesh enclosure… And this ever so expressive sign board…

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Its a happy dog-fight world out here, this saadaa dilli… Fight, hurt, get hurt, fight… So what if sometimes one has to fight langdi-taang?

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BD Dilli

September 29, 2012

Ho jee! Back home to BD – Baajigar Dilli!

Morning….. Walk into the neighborhood park…

The Sun is just about peeping out… The park is filling up… The first-comers are first-serving themselves with nature’s health tonic… You would be forgiven if you think of the park as a forest glade set in the times of Ashoka, the Dear of the Devas.

As one walks on, the times move in fast-forward… The park fills up…. Its BD Dilli – Bindaas Dilli… Elders and middle aged folks are out  to stake their claim in the time-space of morning-park… Groups of like minded men and women, walking, exercising, making sounds, in gangs…

‘Hooddu Maarnee jee’, is the Bindaas greeting… “Maarnee, maarnee” the response, as folks chug past each other… For all the huffing and puffing regimen, the well endowed figures seem quite immune to suggestion… But one cannot fault them for not trying…. And in such matters, they throw modesty to the wind… Besharam Dilli…

One man is hopping sideways…. Another is doing Bhastrika, making persistent sounds like a coal fired railway engine of yore running at full speed… A group of elderly women have spread out bedsheets on the lawn and are doing loud-laughter exercise…. A Tarzan comes running from the opposite direction, steamrolling any group coming in his way. There are folks standing still, staring at the Sun, hands cupped in worship… A man is doing some spot maneuvers, and has his cell phone loudly playing Ramacharitamaanas songs… A group of ladies discussing world’s most favorite topic – food, and sharing world’s most favorite information – gossip “Woh na! Nuthing she makes, haan! Garmi mein Ttanda (cold drink), and Sardi mein Chai-biskut.. bus… that’s all..”… Elderly men discussing “Passion”…. Another twosome talking of “redoing the whole praapty”….And one group of elderly men, all very Northy, all very earthy, with one man releasing choice info to others “Tomorrow my saali is coming…”, and the others spontaneously congratulating him “Oye! Mubaarkaan! Mubaarkaan”… I love this Dilli… Badtameez Dilli 🙂

Meanwhile the Sun has emerged… From behind the tree in the corner of the park, the view is so nice…

 

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Dilli O Dilli Beautiful Dilli!