The last time I asked somebody to sing for me and they did not oblige was in New Delhi.
Since then I hate the capital of India.
Delhi murdabaad !
Bombay zindabaad !
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Note: Some parts of this story are confidential. So I wish you zip your lips too after reading this.
I live in Mangalore.
When I realized I was going to Delhi for a week everybody was ecstatic.
1. Being a die-hard foodie,
The most consistent hope, reassurance and image of Delhi that I was given by my friends in the South was that - 'Delhi is the land of great food. There is a dhaaba on every corner. They serve amazing paranthas, the thickness of our 7 chapatis, and lassi thick as ever. At freakishly low prizes'.
Then I went to Delhi.
I got to eat one parantha, that too of some fancy flavour in a four star restaurant with a prize tag which robbed me of quarter of my monthly stipend (or whoever foot the bill).
And every corner I turned in Delhi, there was a food stall selling MOMOS.
Chinese khaana hota toh mein Nepal nahi jaati ??!!
2. Another consistent advice I got prior to leaving was - if a car starts approaching you, run in a zigzag pattern in the opposite direction. You are their target for a kidnap + rape. So Run Baby, Run!
Then I went to Delhi.
And I am a lazy person. (There! I said it. Now it's out in the open.)
I had to walk a long distance many times with my luggage to go from my lodging to the main road or the nearest Metro station.
And I am a lazy person (again, what's with the eye rolling?)
So I used to do what I have never done before.
Put out my hand and halt random people's car.
And hitch a ride with unknown people of Delhi.
I did not get kidnaped / raped.
But I still don't feel like - Yuss, I survived.
Why do I hate that place so much? Why?
It all starts with the beginning of the story.
People in Delhi did not sing. They did not sing for me as soon as I arrived.
Hurt kiya yaar mereku.
After that everything else was a downward spiral from there.
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