"National holidays were never so dear. As I head home, this Republic Day, I thank my stars for making 26th January fall on Thursday. Taking a leave for Friday, I get to spend a loooong weekend with family. And as they say, home is where the heart is. And now, I actually second that.
Well, here I begin my most expected blog post of the comparisons between my 'small-town' (read Patiala) and oh-so-big-city (read Delhi). If I have to describe Delhi in one word, I'd pick up: VIBRANT. Vibrant is one word which is just made for Delhi. It offers you so much more than you can actually absorb at once. After spending like ten days there, I got some time to observe and absorb the real fast life of Delhi. A common view of a metro station is sufficient to baffle a person like me for at least a jiffy, forcing to just take a deep breath and realize, what is actually going on. Exciting at first, routine at second and suffocating at last this hush-rush seems. Courtesy: Patiala being quite a silent city is much much calmer than the fast paced Delhi life. I always admired this busy hustle bustle but now when I have to face it everyday, it somehow sometimes seems as a chaos. Everyone is just running his/her own marathon. But I would definitely say that this super fast Dilli-routine is what makes you grow with it.It pulls the leash of your life along with it and increases its velocity manifolds. Simple as it is read but complex as the process actually takes place."
This is the post that was pending since like forever, lying in my drafts. But the voice of Kailash Kher and the soothing afternoon have been kind enough to grant me some courage to finally complete it. Thanks to the Ruskin Bond novel that I just finished a while ago which persuaded me to kick my blanket off and write a blog entry instead of catching some winks. As I mentioned the novel so let me just start the chapter of my life in past 2 months in decreasing order . 'The Room On The Roof'. I'd say, it was a gripping novel. Being my first Ruskin Bond novel, I was excited but extremely surprised, rather shocked to know that this was his first novel, hence special, and he wrote it at a tender age of seventeen. I read this in the prologue and said to myself, 'You are 21 and have just written a dream-book with a dream-pen. Gear up babe.'
Novel! I picked up a handful, oops bagful would be a better word, of books from the International book fair that was held at Pragati Maidan. Being in Delhi at that time, I just couldn't skip it and let me admit, it was just worth it. It seemed as if whole world is a big beautiful library and we just have one purpose in life i.e. to read. To read more and more. Though the beauty with which I have just put it in was a little marred by the prickly heat and immense rush there. Blame me for going there on last day. Laziness as someone calls it. *pulls-out-tongue*
Well, mentioning about the places I have visited wouldn't be interesting nor sufficient to describe what I want to. Because more than those places, it was varied variety of people that I happened to observe, see and meet. And it was those people that ended up adding onto my experiences.
I have so many things to put down because each new day here is a new page in my book of experience. With learning to handle various kinds of people to handling my own mood swings, I have to do to by myself. Have no family to pamper me 24x7 or friends to joke around and forget about it. Though I have found a bunch of new people whom I can call as 'friends' but as they say, no one can replace a few chosen ones who have actually walked with you on the path of life. Ooo, getting to philosophical. Let me get back.
I'll describe a few people who are now a part of my daily routine and who have got themselves registered under a specific and unique pictorial sketch in my head. Let me give them a one liner name and summarize their character sketch. I'm wicked. *evil-grin*
1. Ms.Chic-looking-rockstar: She was the first person I got to talk in my PG. And she was the one because of whom I gave my PG a tag of 'cool'. (How wannabe-ish. I know but there is a Gaga in all of us. *loud-laugh*) Eventually, knowing more about her, I came of know of the two uber-cool tattoos she had on her body. Were classy. And also came to know about the philosophies of her life. She was/is actually one person here who knows a little-more about me than everyone else out here. May be because we had something in common. Family stuff, to my shock. It is like, we meet some people in our lives who act as a sink for a few hours and extract so many things out of you gifting you with an unknown bond to cherish.
2. The Dukhi-est Aatma ever: I got to talk to this unique personality on the first night of my stay itself. Courtesy, I had left the common room's door open and she stood up while watching some of her daily soap (which was a great matter of concern) to dictate me of the rule to always shut the door. I happened to explore more of her Dukhi-sm in coming up days. Saw her fighting with all her strength (doesn't have much strength though. Is a skinny chotta-packet who wears half pants in winters and complains of cold while shivering) for the unmentionable electricity bill, gas bill, washroom usage and the list is long as per her. Blah blah blah... who cares?! All I know is that the aim of her life is to boast of the individual room she has got here. You will always find her with a particular mooh-fulao stern expression, sitting in the common room, working on her laptop with TV blabbering in front of her. Guess she had pledged to use all the facilities of PG AT ONCE!!! Phew.
3. Ms. I-Head-This-PG: Some people are born with this kind of leadership attitude. I would've respected this leadership quality if it'd been for some good cause. Talking to landlords about the maid, food and electricity is what she means by 'taking the responsibility' then it's time to look up dictionary, girl. So many wrong ideas. God. And the worst thing is when she would criticize someone (Criticizing is her breathing exercise that she has to do for her breathing to go on right.) she would do it using the worst of grammar ever. I correct one mistake in my head and here arrives another one. I think better title for her would be, Ms.Loudmouth. She is my current roommate. And while I write this, she arrives, peeps into my laptop, inquiring everything. Think of the 'devil' and the devil is here. *sigh*
4. Ms. Just-Another-Bollyfan: She was my first roommate. Her middle name according to me is 'enigma'. She is quite mysterious woman I have come across. Apart from that, thanks to her, my day used to begin with a dhinchak bollywood number that she'd play on her cell phone while she was getting ready for her office. And I tell you, that particular and peculiar lyric of the song will get stuck in your head, refusing to leave your mind and tongue. I used to end up humming it, looking at myself and exclaiming, 'Shut up, you fool!'. Blame the songwriters and composers. They would make the silliest lyric also sound peppy and catchy! I wonder how.
5.The Trio: I know there has been a repetitive use of so many Ms-s and her-s in all the character stories I have described above but sadly or gladly I live in a girls' PG and these are the only people that form my day's part. *super-naughty-expression*. Jokes apart, moving on, I chose not to explain the three more girls separately because for me they are more or less the same and there has nothing been striking enough about any one of them that needs a special mention. I can put it as, if I detested 'relationships' 80%, after meeting them and being with them, I detest them 90% now.
Anyhow, I like being here, if not love. As I said, experience. Two great proverbs that I keep on saying to myself time and again, 'Ignorance is Bliss' and 'Survival of the Fittest'. Befitting!
Well, that was a little insight into my new world. Would be mentioning about the few places I have seen, the people and colour of Delhi I have witnessed during my Dilli-ka-Daura. Cheers!
