Romancing Capital

I have always wanted to indite my gratitude towards the national capital. But my last attempt to do so was severely hampered by an enigma that I have always carried with me. So this time I have tried my level best not to stray from the goal.

Not all those who wander are lost. I have travelled to Delhi more number of times than any other city. I have also been to Mumbai, Kolkata, Bangalore, Ahmedabad and other big cities and I liked them a lot. But whenever I have left these cities none seemed to be calling me back for more. This is what makes Delhi special.

Hey I can sense myself straying. Love is an evil, my bwoy!!!

So Delhi is a ‘mast mast sheher’ and it always keeps you wanting for more. A certain degree of warmth you can always sense certainly more that other cities. I am not saying other cities are bad places but Delhi is definitely more livable. So I will start writing what I wanted to write, good or bad. My Delhi friends please forgive me you find anything odd in this.

Food is awesome and cheap. You don’t always have to burn a hole in your pocket to get eatable food. Simplest and smallest of eateries will serve you the food that you will end up licking your fingers. I am a veggie but I must say Delhites are crazy about chicken. Some items of Delhi are trademark esp butter chicken, chole bhature, kebabs, etc. I love Delhi’s paneer butter masala. Also I am a big fan of momos. Ask me about Delhi’s most fantastic momo’s spot and I have a story to tell.

The best street food in the world for an urban place ( and I am comparing Chandigarh, Mumbai, Bangalore, Ahmedabad, Kolkata, Patna, Allahabad and other North Indian cities of importance only).

I must say people are good looking maybe not always very polite. But that’s alright as nobody gives a F. Dressing is mostly up to the mark.

Best educational facilities in India and most importantly the best libraries I have ever seen.

Best places to go for culture including museums, habitat center, historic places, plays. Definitely not great for concerts, I have a horrible experience of that, so don’t poke me on that. Plus I would like to add that Delhi doesn’t have any nightlife, a big negative when you compare it with Mumbai or Bangalore.

Delhi metro is the best in India. I guess I don’t need to elaborate on that point.

Not very expensive to live in. Many cheap and flexible hostels and lodging options if you really are a man enough to live in those areas. And if you are really a cash machine, Delhi is specially for you.

Lovely parks best IMHO in all urban India except Chandigarh. I have known Delhi from those days when it was polluted, but believe me it’s much more greener that you think it is.

Delhi cops not that good compared to Mumbai( except that they should start speaking Hindi as well) but really hard working and less corrupt than rest of India.

Rule of law especially regarding violent crime against women. Crime gets punished strictly otherwise when newspapers make hue and cry. But I can not say that for whole NCR. In fact I must say NCR people must learnt to respect women. It is definitely not safe for women.

Also Delhi is the center of power with our so called ‘respectable’ parliament in there always keen to fox poor people.

I must add my friends that Delhi has a terrific history that always makes us proud. After all its the capital dude.

Dilli rules.!!


After the sunset… Romancing Capital

My dying fantasy with the national capital suddenly came alive in wake of sudden chain of events in the last one month or so. This last sip from the cocktail of emotions of mine bound with Delhi had almost every flavor one could even imagine. While leaving the capital this time I had a very strong desire to comeback as soon as possible just to be with her.

‘Before sunrise’ had feelings of parting, but ‘After sunset’ has the wildest of possibilities of a comeback. Former rendered me weak and broke, but in the later I am feeling stronger than ever and much more insured. It’s good that it is happening, the wait has only bettered the flavor of the cocktail.

After she bid adieu, with last glimpse of her getting into the elevator. I boarded the metro not even sure about where I intended to go.

I spent some fantastic 8 hours with her. I tell you what is different with her being with me. She has this mysteriously electrifying presence so desirable, that she will make you want her more and more with every single passing moment. A lifetime’s serenade definitely. She is like someone who will make you feel so normal even under glare of millions of tensions. She seems to have always been a part of my existence touching my circadian rhythm with such ease and elegance.

See how I intended to write about the romancing capital but my intent has no control over my blogging. She entirely has.



I wish I could make a world of words and be the senator. After all it’s about the lies as I see.

Everyone is befooling the other fool fellas. Wife lies to her husband, boyfriend to her girlfriend, employees to their bosses, students to their educators, and a a hell lot of other people who seem so deep in their world of falsehood that they appear to be made for each other. And mind it it’s a both way traffic. The later ones aren’t good either.

The height is when you see guys lying to the god himself. And the god does the same in return.

I am not a diehard pessimist. But I can see the things the way they are. Because I am the Mr. Perfect. You might just ridicule me as Mr. Rhetoric. As I said you can.

Finishing second in the Olympics gets you silver but finishing second in life gets you oblivion.

Before Sunrise

Well frankly speaking I never thought of writing this over a blog or make it public at anytime in my life. Because I don’t like writing about love especially my own. But you see it’s here.

It was when I saw the flick ‘ Before Sunrise’ I couldn’t stop myself. It’s not for the first time I have seen this flick. I am kind of used to watching the same flick every now and then. It somehow shows my own story with a girl as beautiful as an angel, a feeling as divine as the first ray of light reaches the earth. But this time it was special.

Almost over year and a half to this day, probably 30/31st of may ( I suck at remembering dates), pretty much similar thing happened to me. What more do you want in your life other that a full 24 hours of passion and dedication with the lassie from your dreams?

A few years down the line a day will come I will read this post and laugh at my self. May be it can happen that I will think foolish of myself writing this post. But believe me each and every moment that day I could sense tranquility. I had nothing to lose, I had everything to lose. Things turn out to be awfully strange sometimes. And the funniest part is you really can’t do anything about it. I had hope of course, or why would I have been there?

Funny isn’t it, hope, content, tranquility, remorse, and blah, blah, blah !!! Halcyon days of my life. 

I knew she is leaving to never come back. I somewhere knew I would never be able to see her. I kept staring like a lamb. But there was this feeling of content. I was smiling deep somewhere in my heart when she promised to comeback the following day. She looked beautiful that moment. Well guess what, I was right, she didn’t comeback, not only the next day but never after. How brilliant I am at times that I am able to foresee the future?

So did it hurt? Of course it did. I was devastated. It was like a nightmare. But it was nothing that I hadn’t been prophesying. It was a long overdue meltdown for us. So I was kind of prepared and she was determined. She will always be an enigma.

Right from the moment I picked her up near her college at 7, to the Connaught Place at 11, to the Comesum at Nizamuddin station at 12, back to the Connaught Place at around 4 in the morning( OMG!!! it was like Carpe diem), I kept telling myself, “This is the day dude, maybe you won’t see her again, maybe you would, but this is the time to tell, talk, convince, impress, force, cajole her. It’s not done as yet.”

We watched a movie, don’t even remember the name. We moved around as if it’s our first date. It looked to me as if Delhi is suddenly an unknown place, and I have a task of finding an amusement for my beloved. She didn’t have her cellphone with her, and neither did I. We were like anonymous fellas trying to compromise with each other. But I loved her, Oh I really did.

We kissed each other. Ahem ahem!!! But something was missing. I will tell about that missing thing later.

JAI HO !!!


What a pity one can not fast for such a moral cause in the largest democracy of the world- INDIA?

What a funny condition of having agitation for three days? What a strange condition put by Delhi Police that number of protestors participating in the movement should not more that 5000?

Would Delhi police limit the number of participants in Congress political rallies to 5000? Is the Fast by Anna a threat to national security or public peace or India relations with foreign countries? Is it not reminder of June 1975 rally by JP in Delhi led to the imposition of Emergency in India?

May God give good sense to Manmohan Singh and company to respect the political rights of the people guaranteed by our constitution.

Its shameful on the part of UPA government.

When the corrupt government turns Dictatorial , Democratic citizens will have no other go but to resort to other protests which might not be peaceful. Congress is surely testing patience…

Our country’s Police force, irrespective of any State, can’t arrest terrorists, criminals – but they vow to arrest non – violent protesters like Anna Hazare( Or say Baba Ramdev) – who is at least doing something for cleansing Corrupt system. Let Delhi Police First ARREST TERRORISTS and CRMINALS.

Talk of our respected PM Dr. Singh. I think this man has lost his brain and now newly turned dummy deaf.

You can wake up a person if he is really sleeping, but if he acts as sleeping you cannot wake him up. Every time he says corruption is a deep concern so what is he doing to stop this?

A certain percentage of his colleagues are in jail and I guess he knows what his corrupt government is up against. The central government is scared of the impacts on Anna Hazare’s fast, so the police denied permission.

And what freedom Dr. Singh was talking about at the speech at Red Fort? How India got freedom may be Dr. Sing has forgotten (silent protests of Gandhiji).

Even if the Delhi Police refuse permission for the venue, Anna Hazare has space in each and every true Indians heart and he will overcome all the obstacles the government may create.

Let me tell you guys what I personally feel or foresee……even if GandhiJi comes down on earth and try to go on fast against Govt. These corrupt jokers band (Sibal…Tiwari…Singhavi…Parnab…Ambika…etc) even wont allow him to go on fast and might order laathi charge. And you all know what their order means to the Delhi Police.

God save Indian Democracy. Somebody tell these ruling F****** that you all are there because we voted you. Just wait for this election. You’ll know what it means to mess up with the mass……


Roger Federer- A glorious debacle


Roger Federer is one of the best ever tennis players, no questions about that. As the ever faithful statistics clearly show that his sustained domination over a 3 year period was quite unlike in the history of Tennis. His stay at the top, grand slam wins, semi-finals, quarter finals streak all will take decades to top if ever it happens.

If you care to see the celebrations of each and every player after they beat Federer you will see as they celebrate as if they have conquered the world and go ecstatic. And do not seem at all to be upset when beaten by him. They still fear him as the best in the business. One of the most revered champion in the history of tennis. Every sport has its invincible champions. Tiger Woods, Tendulkar, Schumacher, Jordan and Federer are all in the same league.

Federer is playing just as well but has lost the little extra bit confidence or grit to clinch crunch points time and again consistently against top quality players just as he shows in his recent defeats this year.

This quality is what separates a top 10 player from a number 1 player. Once he loses momentum in a match, Federer is not the best comeback man right now. Nadal is showing it winning matches somehow even though not playing his best. Del Potro and Djokovic also have that ability.

Well being an avid follower of tennis and a diehard Federer fan I follow him to the wildest and am seriously concerned with him not performing. He has always been extraordinary with his game. You would have hardly seen him struggling if you have followed this maestro in recent years of his prime. He never seemed to sweat. He just created new shots. And sometimes these shots do not pay off, that’s all I guess.

Rafa is his only nemesis as he seems to retrieve the ball from Spain if it is hit from Wimbledon. Taking nothing away from Rafa, I am not sure how long Rafa will stay fit and how long is he going to be around.

And talking of Murrays, Tsongas, Berdychs, they are just one time wonders I feel (or rather, the lucky bunch) and comparing them to Federer. Guys, it’s high time we understand the difference between art and victory. Art is forever and victory is just momentary.

But for Federer I wish that gets his issues straight and comes back all guns blazing in the upcoming tours. And please drops that attitude of complacency and do stretch out to return the ball to the opponents court. Else he will end up as the MJ of tennis molesting the kids( lowly ranked players) and ending up like Pete Sampras.

I remember reading George Burns somewhere:

‘Everything that goes up must come down. But there comes a time when not everything that’s down can come up.’

Moral Policing Vs Vulgarity


I’ve been thinking about writing a post titled ‘Beware of the MTV culture’. MTV makes violence seem to be ordinary. Alright, you might argue that they condemned the physical violence on Roadies and on Splitsvilla, but why should they show fights and arguments as the "highlights" from the next episode. I like to watch these fights, I must confess. But that does not mean I condone such blatant display of violence. No, the MTV culture must not be allowed to propagate.

Which brings me to my next point. I am NOT engaging in moral policing. What happens with Raj Thackeray and the mockery on each Valentine’s Day is absolutely condemnable.

But let me ask you this: When you see couples in Buddha garden showing a Public Display of Affection, do you support it? Do you support Akshay Kumar getting unbuttoned on the ramp? I mean, I still think that the person who filed a PIL against Kumar is wanting publicity. But I still feel that what Kumar did was not right. I don’t want him to apologise. I just want him to know that it was not right. Alright, your brand is called ‘unbuttoned’, but if you show Kumar unbuttoning on stage, do you mean to say that people who wear that brand of jeans should be unbuttoned? Oh come on, there are better ways to sell your wares than to engage on obscenity.

I have always opposed aping of the west. But unfortunately, that is what mostly happens. Why should we compare Bollywood films to those from Hollywood? Why not judge them on their own merit (or the lack of it, if you ask me)? Does somehow have to speak English the way the Americans or the Britons do? Since we are the largest English-speaking community in the world (or at least second), why should we not have our own distinctive style of English. But you know what, we actually do. We insert expletives (the really dirty Hindi ones) in our English sentences to make it more ‘effective’. What is wrong, people? Are we losing faith in our language that we need to put in expletives to make our point more effective?
Perhaps we’re already on a path from which there is no return. We’re denegerating and there is no escaping it. But every big movement begins with a small step. And so shall a reformation.

MTV is leading the brigade of channels which have launched horribly amoral shows like Splitsvilla, The Fast and the Gorgeous, G-Talk, and Roadies (although to be fair, not THAT they deserve any fairness, Roadies is the lesser of all these evils).

All that the producers of these shows see is that in the West, shows like Punked, The Real World, Big Brother, Yo Mamma, etc etc rake in the TRPs.. and so they make up all these Indian counterparts and thrust it on an unsuspecting audience.

AND OF COURSE WE’LL WATCH IT! Very few of us are able to keep our eyes turned away. I myself, while surfing, land on MTV, and get stuck. I watch the whole show in some sort of twisted trance, and the moment the show ends, I literally just get up and walk off with a bad taste in my mouth and glazed look in my eyes. And yet I’ll be back the next time the show is on air.

Now I’m not a fan of ruthless censorship, but something needs to be done here. Because clearly the Indian audience is too weak to to take a stand in their living rooms.

Grow up guys…


Monday, March 1, 2010