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DELHI, AN ACCIDENTAL LOVE STORY

12 Oct

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DELHI AN ACCIDENTAL LOVE STORY

My first visit to Delhi was in my parents arms, and the only memory that stands out is falling from a high chair in some restaurant.

This seemed to be the theme of my relationship with Delhi, as I was to return later, and fall again, in exciting company, in a wayward lifestyle, into a livelihood, and in love, with some of its citizens, one of whom continues to share my journey through life, and with the city itself.

Like my first fall, it was all by accident.

A holiday with friends to the capital after school was over coincided with the college admission season, and urged by friends that the coolest college in the country was here; I applied to this epitome of snobbery, and was promptly selected. Falling in love with the beautiful green campus with colonial red brick old buildings, rolling lawns, dotted by blooming flowers and the flower of the capitals dazzling damsels, all in sharp contrast to Kolkata’s chaotic College Street, I jumped to it.

Thus began my lifelong affair with this ancient city, purely by accident.

In college I lived all the clichés. Expanded my horizons, did not let studies interfere with my education, opened ‘Doors to Perception’ and being a person of heart and below twenty-five; was a deep red communist. I fell in love with all the going ideologies, fads and movements, which I accidentally happened to encounter. Also with a series of young ladies who espoused these causes, but these affairs were always one sided. I grew my hair, stopped shaving, dressed in kurtas and flip-flops, and joined the turn on tune in and drop out generation.

I also discovered Delhi. Not only the wide open leafy avenues of Lutyen’s Delhi and the international enclaves of Chanakya Puri and Vasant Vihar, or the touristy Walled city and the Paratha Wala Gallis, but also the seedy by lanes of Pahargunj where a very filmy Pathan distributed mind expanding elixirs while a policeman kept watch; the shanty town of Majnu ka Tila, where the poorest could revel in hooch and offal in the shacks run by Tibetans; the shady doctors of Jumma Masjid who would provide anything self destructive you craved for; the innocuous street that sold hardware by day and other wares for the lonely and the depraved at night. And I loved it all. The rich colour of real life, the seedy underbelly of a growing metro; to me these were experiences that would help me grow up, develop a soul and become a writer.

Reality intervened, and I left the City for the Deep South, to earn my living as a tiny wheel in the vast government machinery. I needed a change of scene to heal, for I was suffering my latest heartbreak, when yet another wise lady decided that I was not the right material for serious relations.

I did not intend to return, but fate and fatal attraction decided otherwise. I was posted back in Delhi and spent the next decade and a half becoming a native Delhite, knowing intimately the real citizens of Delhi, who came here post partition, colonized the city much like the American pioneers, and had the same robust spirit, and lived life King Size. I became an Honorary Punjabi.

I also found a Punjaban, who with true Sikh courage, decided to risk my company on a long term basis, braving the ire of her community, and the communally charged atmosphere which prevailed post ’85 massacres. I finally found love that was reciprocated; you guessed it, purely by accident, among dusty ledgers, over a crossword puzzle.

I now can do the Bhangra, drink Moga pegs in a plastic cups sitting in a car accompanied by tandoori legs of chicken, and share chutkule in theth Punjabi.

I have moved out of the city time and again in quest of the daily Dal Roti, but returned every time like a boomerang.

This looks like an affair that is going to last

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24 responses to “DELHI, AN ACCIDENTAL LOVE STORY

  1. vishalbheeroo

    October 12, 2014 at 7:30 pm

    Visited Delhi for eight days in 2012 for an official visit! Love the city despite the chaos and friends from Mumbai telling me its bad. I guess, every city has its own charm and would love to be based in Delhi, a city I am keen to explore:)

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    • wiseguy from the east

      October 13, 2014 at 6:58 am

      yes Vishal thats what I thought about Mumbai, and now here I am, living in Mumbai

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  2. Gitanjali Banerjee

    October 13, 2014 at 3:43 am

    So is this an introduction to the book you have written. What is the name of the book. I quite liked the concept. I also came to Delhi as a student and tgen fell in love with the city slowly.

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    • wiseguy from the east

      October 13, 2014 at 6:49 am

      You have nailed it Geetanjali.:D This is the gist of my stillborn novel. Although other bits have come out in other posts on my blog. please check out some more, you may like them too 🙂 Wd love to hear your take on Delhi. Try getting married, cities ive lived in and loved, Growing up, on similar vein. Maybe after I retire……

      On Mon, Oct 13, 2014 at 9:13 AM, Idyll Dreams of an Idle Fellow wrote:

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  3. arvi7001

    October 13, 2014 at 3:38 pm

    Wt a lv fact sir !!….hummm concise autobiography …but I’m afraid of 2nd lv with Mayanagari …

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  4. skinnyuz2b

    October 13, 2014 at 7:31 pm

    It’s strange how there always seems to be a place that has a hold on us. I, too, returned time and time again to my magnet town in upstate New York. Now, I’m here again.

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  5. TheLastWord

    October 13, 2014 at 9:03 pm

    I can’t really say I have a city that draws me to it. I’m a rootless kind of person. Every place I’ve been to has it’s ups and downs. Where ever I go, there I am.

    As far as books go:

    The reason I blog at all is because I did start writing a book. Working title – One Bluish Egg. 3 or 4 chapters later, I decided I needed more practice, so have been recycling some stories on my blog, learning to weave a narrative together into something people will find enjoyable.Thus you will find stories like the Coconut Oil Chaperone, The Chemistry of Love, Prohibition and Aristocrat etc.

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    • wiseguy from the east

      October 14, 2014 at 11:06 am

      frustrated novelists of the world unite, you have nothing to lose but rejection slips, you have a blog to gain

      On Tue, Oct 14, 2014 at 2:33 AM, Idyll Dreams of an Idle Fellow wrote:

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    • wiseguy from the east

      October 14, 2014 at 11:32 am

      frustrated novelists of the world unite, you have nothing to lose but rejection slips, you have a blog to gain

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  6. Manogna MG

    October 15, 2014 at 7:22 am

    I have never been to Delhi but..i have always wanted to look at all the celebrations on Jan26th there,sitting amongst the crowd…! I stay in Hyderabad and loveee my city. Chanced upon your blog. Lovely post.
    😀

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    • wiseguy from the east

      October 15, 2014 at 9:52 am

      thank you. thats another happy accident. please try some more, you may like some, who knows maybe start following?:D

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  7. beloome

    October 15, 2014 at 7:42 am

    Some accidents bring with them all that is best in life 🙂 That’s what your life-long affair with Delhi seems like! It was quite an enjoyable read. Even though I was born and raised in Delhi (yes, one of those Punjabis whose parents/grandparents migrated after Partition), went to Delhi university and all, and for a while thought I could never live anywhere but Delhi, I am so happy I don’t live in Delhi anymore. I left Delhi when I was 26 and can never imagine now moving back to Delhi to live for more than a couple of weeks at a time!

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    • wiseguy from the east

      October 15, 2014 at 9:50 am

      my younger daughter is on the same page as you. she left at 16. elder one’s in my camp. actually Delhi isnt woman friendly.

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  8. Anonymous

    October 16, 2014 at 5:08 pm

    An easy read…not very complex but the feel of nostalgia is very evident and touches your heart.

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    • wiseguy from the east

      October 18, 2014 at 7:22 am

      are my other stories complex? not intended that way. will reexamine. there’s this penchant for punning and alliterations of course…..

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  9. Jyoti Arora

    November 30, 2014 at 4:31 pm

    Most of my relatives live in Delhi. And they keep on asking us to shift there. But till now, we haven’t been able to gather the courage 🙂

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    • wiseguy from the east

      November 30, 2014 at 4:38 pm

      A wise choice Jyoti. Mumbai is far better for women. My yonger daughter having spent 2 years here has become a pukka Mumbaikar. Actually we love the place that has our memories
      Sent on my BlackBerry® from Vodafone

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      • Jyoti Arora

        November 30, 2014 at 4:52 pm

        Haha, Mumbai may be safer, but I don’t live in it. I live in Ghaziabad. Now what do you have to say? 😀

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      • wiseguy from the east

        November 30, 2014 at 4:56 pm

        That’s real scary. Delhi is a far better bet 😀
        Sent on my BlackBerry® from Vodafone

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  10. wiseguy from the east

    April 24, 2015 at 9:28 am

    Reblogged this on Share Your Articles and commented:

    The ‘Dil’ of India

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