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That's my Delhi...



Weird things happen to me when exams are round the corner. For a starter, when everyone is frantically reading notes which they got photo copied a day before the exam, I am doing things that I actually want to do - like writing. To avoid getting back to the books sooner, these 'other' things are done at a slow pace with full concentration to prevent words like - ' Study now at least?' from ringing from the deepest of the dark corners of the mind. Invariably, it means that these 'other' things are done well, or so I presume :)

As of now, at 1917 hours on the 16th day of the 11th month in 2008th year of our Lord, I am missing Delhi. Ummm, I mean NCR - though I would call it Delhi [looks more chic]. I stay in Gurgaon [a small town turned city due to IT boom and proximity to the capital]. As months of cold are taking hold, I cannot but remember those days when I was in Sixth standard. Waking up at 5:30 am [wouldn't ever imagine myself doing that now] and taking a proper bath when the room temperature hovered around 7-8 degree Centigrade at dawn. Getting ready by 6:20 am to catch the 6:30 am bus to school. Yes, that was me. Even before dawn had touched the skies of the sleepy cold town, I was all dressed up in shorts, carrying my heavy bag [studious that I was] with my badminton racket slung on one shoulder and a bottle of water in other hand. I was content of having started the day early! Smog covered every corner with visibility hardly up to 5 metres ahead as the bus used to meander through Gurgaon to pick kids up from their stops and move to Delhi. The empty Mehrauli Road that MG Road used to be, farms adorning it on either side, I used to sit silently next to the slightly opened window in the rickety old Haryana Roadways bus, chilled breeze hitting my face. Being greeted by the old "Ram-Ram" bhaiya as we used to call him, brought a smile at every kid's face who got off the bus. Those were some awesome days!

School was over soon. Delhi would never. Those drives to school and IIT, to Priya's and SDA market, to GK and Kalkaji have all the fun memories with friends etched in my mind. This is just the South Delhi! Who can forget the South Campus feel? Sunday morning bike ride to my coaching center, zooming at 80 kmph on the new laid National Highway - in barely 20 minutes. Those tea breaks during the classes and that awesome cup of chocolate that would cost you just five bucks. The relaxed feel of the place is beyond any comparison.
It felt like a Swades like ending as I saw the lights of Delhi from air as my plane landed at the airport on 22nd October.

I can go on and on...but well...

Sigh, I miss you Delhi! Will be back soon. Pretty soon.

Comments

  1. I'm essentially from Delhi too..and the December days are truly the best :)

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  2. nice!!!... saddi dilli ki sardii iz the bestest!... the pic is of which place exactly?

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  3. @ sunaina - thanks for visiting my blog..yea..am kinda missing dilli ki sardi..pic is of south delhi..don't know exactly where myself..I did not click it :)

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  4. 'kinda missin'?

    nice blog!.. even if the pics arent ur own! ;)

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  5. @ sunaina - thanks! Hav a photoblog too, if u feel like checking out...there..pics r mine :P

    http://delhiodelhi.blogspot.com
    http://mumbainagari.blogspot.com

    keep visiting! :)

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  6. thanks Manish. will def. visit.

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