Delhi, the heart of a nation!
Every day is just a blur, which within a blink of an eyelid transforms into a completely different thing. Delhi. Just another city with the same old story of constant transformation and fast pace. With a rich cultural history that dates back to centuries, to the most modern technological revolutions today, this place was as intriguing to me as a new toy is to a baby. Fascinated by every aspect of this place I have always wondered if just for once this place could take a break and pause at its track.
Home to a wide variety of people, belonging to different strata of the society, everyone had one thing in common. They all were participants in common race to survival. For the poor, meeting ends on a daily basis was the priority, for others, business deals and diplomatic relations that drives an entire nation was on top of their list. A city buzzing with energy was a witness to constant struggle for survival. A place where human life is not even given a penny’s worth, people will do anything to survive. Beg, borrow, kill or even a day’s hard work. This harshness of the real world that I have been thrown into has made guiltily realise that I have left my childhood back and have grown up. Somewhere down the line of this journey, the playful innocent childishness within me and has been replaced by the corporate fabric that tries to pierce through every link in the opponents armour to take him down. While the aggressiveness of the so called struggle for survival crept into me, I painfully realised that it is somehow very difficult to reach out to that happy joyful laughter, the never fading smile and the fond memories of childhood.
Since I first started walking, out of the excitement of having achieved something, I have had been in a constant race to grow up. The need to prove myself in terms of my capability in handling responsibilities, achieving targets and even dealing with various situations has always made me push myself harder. The very same feeling that every ‘dilli vasi’ has in common. Maybe it is this very feeling within me that has attracted me to this place.
Commuting everyday through the metro, filled with people from every class of the society, brought together by modern means of transportation, void of all communal prejudice, difference in mindset, people in this city just move on with their own agenda. Everyone is a stranger in this city, strangers that are brought together by a strange mutual feeling that is hard to understand.
But these harsh realities were trivial compared to the special attachment I have started to develop to this place. For whoever visits this place even once have always taken back with them a fond memory and a strange unexplainable urge to come back and be a part of something special that somehow is difficult to describe through words. As a friend of mine once told me, the love for this city was hard to put in words, cause to experience the richness of the culture and to witness the marathon the nation is going through, you really have to be a part of this place.
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Home to a wide variety of people, belonging to different strata of the society, everyone had one thing in common. They all were participants in common race to survival. For the poor, meeting ends on a daily basis was the priority, for others, business deals and diplomatic relations that drives an entire nation was on top of their list. A city buzzing with energy was a witness to constant struggle for survival. A place where human life is not even given a penny’s worth, people will do anything to survive. Beg, borrow, kill or even a day’s hard work. This harshness of the real world that I have been thrown into has made guiltily realise that I have left my childhood back and have grown up. Somewhere down the line of this journey, the playful innocent childishness within me and has been replaced by the corporate fabric that tries to pierce through every link in the opponents armour to take him down. While the aggressiveness of the so called struggle for survival crept into me, I painfully realised that it is somehow very difficult to reach out to that happy joyful laughter, the never fading smile and the fond memories of childhood.
Since I first started walking, out of the excitement of having achieved something, I have had been in a constant race to grow up. The need to prove myself in terms of my capability in handling responsibilities, achieving targets and even dealing with various situations has always made me push myself harder. The very same feeling that every ‘dilli vasi’ has in common. Maybe it is this very feeling within me that has attracted me to this place.
Commuting everyday through the metro, filled with people from every class of the society, brought together by modern means of transportation, void of all communal prejudice, difference in mindset, people in this city just move on with their own agenda. Everyone is a stranger in this city, strangers that are brought together by a strange mutual feeling that is hard to understand.
But these harsh realities were trivial compared to the special attachment I have started to develop to this place. For whoever visits this place even once have always taken back with them a fond memory and a strange unexplainable urge to come back and be a part of something special that somehow is difficult to describe through words. As a friend of mine once told me, the love for this city was hard to put in words, cause to experience the richness of the culture and to witness the marathon the nation is going through, you really have to be a part of this place.
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