A couple of days ago, I was returning home after a mad binging spree from the same good old road. The Mehrauli Road, or as they call it fashionably these days; the MG Road. I have seen this road that connects Mehrauli to Gurgaon; change from a sleepy long isolated track to the buzz of commercial activity all along. I guess, it is these changes in the roads, the infrastructure along side them, that eventually change the entire city. This is what happened with Gurgaon. I have been using the MG road since I was in the fifth standard. That was 18 years ago. Those were the times when you could reach IIT from the IFFCO chowk in flat 30 minutes, if you drove fast enough. Fast, not rash. And now, it could take you anytime between 45 minutes to 120 minutes to meander the same stretch through malls, stray cattle, Metro construction and the ill-filled pot holes. So, while maneuvering for a spot to wait for the light to turn green at the Chattarpur crossing, a bright maroon Wagon R edged past me i...
Trotting on, a regal symphony. Mighty yawn, teeth glowering ominously. That aberrated bark, are my Pug Marks!