I love Delhi - It's violent, rude, crude and disrespectful, but there's nothing quite anywhere else which matches the character of the place.
Picture this:
Glittering aunties in all their flouroscence, flutter up the malls and markets showing off latest D&G imitations, pan chewing traders scratch their bellies with disinterest even as customers patiently await their attention, young college couples sit on bikes and listen to music on their mobile phone (sharing one speaker each) while a Tavera bangs into a Skoda behind them -loud honks from other cars drowning out all expletives with ease...
Fine, maybe love is too strong a word, but fascinated I surely am.
It's genuinely temperamental, temperamentally critical and critcally relevant for sustaining the brand equity of India and all I can do is dedicate the next few posts to the life in this fabulous city.
Read on :)
1 comment:
"but there's nothing quite anywhere else which matches the character of the place."
I am sure there is no other place like Delhi which matches the character of Delhi :)
but I do love their butter chicken :)
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