Delhi-Woes

Somehow, Delhi has that certain something that just pisses you off.

It's spectacular. Wide roads. Beautiful houses. Classy locales. Warm, crazy-to-feed-you-at-the-drop-of-a-hat people. The government buildings.Etceterea, etcetera, so on and so forth. It's got all those mad places - Janpath, Pahargunj, Connaught, Khan Market, Jama Masjid, South Ex, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.

And still, it's the most chutiya (pardon the french) place you'll ever go to, you'll ever hear of, you'll ever live in. I don't know what it is, but it seems like there's an inherent "hmm, let's fuck with these guys" air that just circulates in the city. Everytime I'm there, I run through my vocabulary of curses, abuses and bitchings, and honestly, chutiya is the only word that comes to mind. Well, ok, there's harami as well, but that doesn't quite do it. Plus, I seem to have an odd sense of endearment I have attached to the term harami, so I can't feel right about attributing it to Delhi. Of course, I will now take a moment to contradict myself, and say that to think ke dilli ek chutiya shehr hai, is to think of it indeed in very fond terms.

Mera matlab hai ki I quite love that energy, because it does give me something to rant, rave, bitch, whine and jump at people's throats about. Let me illuatrate. Last night, I was in Delhi. (Yes, I seem to be getting around, non?) After our performance, we packed up, and hauled our sets and trunks to the cars. We thought we'd go drop the excess baggage, grab a bite at Kareems in Jama Masjid, and come back home. Now I'm good with roads. Scratch that. I'm great with roads. Even if I've been on that road a few years ago I'll remember. So naturally, when someone, especially a lazyass driver who would rather we go hungry than go ahead with us to JM, drives us around in circles, in the freezing air, arguing with me all the way, I get pissed. Like I get mad. I get screamy, yelly, shouty. Behnchod. (French again, pardon me.) And I have the time of my life, ripping into some stupid geezer who insists he knows better than the rest of the world. HAH.

So, to go back to my point, I hate Delhi. What's there to like? Government officials? Shady, overcharging rickshaw drivers? Road rage victims? Rapists? Random women beaters? Meh. Aapko thand chahe, toh Himalaya jaao. Varna Dilli jaakar rajaai ke neeche chhipe raho.