Notes from Delhi: New beginnings

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To you,

I had to sit for an exam before admissions. It was completely unexpected and came at a time when all the chaos was at its zenith. Half way through analyzing the most awfully ambiguous piece of poetry I had ever read I put down my pen and paused as the magnitude of what I was about to undertake washed over me. Did I really forfeit my family, friends, a job I enjoyed and four legged companions simply to study something I thought I was good at? And for what, really? Every time someone asked me what I wanted to do afterwards, I would smile, shrug (seemingly) nonchalantly and say I hoped I’d figure it out as I went on.

That moment of insecurity was probably a result of everything that transpired over the past days. I wish I could explain to you how the past two weeks have been. Being catapulted into a foreign country isn’t easy. Being catapulted into a foreign country where you will have no kin and no support system is doubly difficult. You know that if something were to happen, there is no one you can turn to and that knowledge isn’t a very comforting one.

You’ll be relieved to hear that I’m much better now. I’m still very overwhelmed with the new-ness of it all and coping on my own. But I’m less angst ridden about it.

I’ve been venturing out cautiously, exploring the city over the days. I think the key to appreciating this city is to constantly remember that it is a city of contrasts. From the designer stores at Khan Market, malls in the South to the beautiful Islamic architecture and street attractions in the North, this city constantly surprises me.  I know I promised to take pictures of the sights I’ve seen and the places I’ve been to, but I’ve been strangely reluctant about taking my camera out. So all I have to offer to you are words.

Gurgaon is the call centre capital of the world and is home to a multitude of multinational companies.  It’s predominantly an industrial and financial city and is well, a plastic city, if you know what I mean. All gild, glossy surfaces and ornamental plants. It was nice and shiny, but oh so cold and artificial. My dad had colleagues to meet and meetings to attend so after the first half hour of watching old episodes of TV shows in the lounge room, I slipped off to see the rest of the city.  After it became clear that venturing out in peak traffic jam and to return only a while later, was a little pointless I brought myself a sandwich, settled myself in a corner of the bistro and (camouflaged by a paperback) watched as the day came to an end in the city.

I watched as the chain smoker stopped at the fountain, shrugged his blazer off and with a visible sigh of relief light up a cigarette. Two cigarettes later, he’s still there now joined by more yuppies (Young Urban Professionals, for the uninitiated) lighting up.   I watched as the Barbie brigade patted their hair in unison (after seeing the chain smoker) and discussed their day in low voices, handbags swinging in sync as they strode past. Office cliques walk into the bistro for an after work coffee loudly discussing week end plans. There’s a lot of air kissing, back patting and uproarious laughter, and they’re gone.

The ‘backside’ bazaar (just telling it like it is!) behind the Jama Masjid we visited the day before my dad left, was Gurgaon’s nemesis. After encountering Gurgaon it was surreal stepping into the bazaar .The mosque itself was commissioned by Mughal Emperor Shah Jahan and can hold up to 25,000 worshippers. The bazaar behind the mosque sells everything from gaudy shawls to compasses to prayer mats and street food.

 The store keepers were setting up for the day while the women darted swift glances at us as they drew the fall of their multi hued saris around them and hurried along the alleys. In a city which prides itself on constant development, time has stood still here. As we hurried along (we were ever so late), I gaze enviously as two white guys armed with SLR’s document the day’s proceedings. Both are ecstatic at the visual explosion before them and are wonderfully trigger happy.  My hands itch to reach out for my humble compact but I feel kitsch about brazenly taking pictures. So I soak in the atmosphere instead.

Rickshaws ply their way through the crowds and goats leisurely amble through the alleys amidst the bustle over here in old Delhi. A man in a road side restaurant stares unabashedly at us while he deftly kneads the roti dough into flat circles and places them on a grill. We stop to ask a bearded man reading outside his shop, for directions – “that which you seek, lies further down the road” he solemnly informs us in quaint Old English. We found what we were looking for and swiftly leave before the temperatures started to soar and the crowds poured in.

Yesterday, coming back home after an evening out it started pouring. We ambled in the rain, splashed through the puddles, came back home, deposited our bags and then walked some more. All the little worries the past week had accumulated soaked our clothes and dripped into little rivulets of water as we silently walked down the pathway with the wind whipping against our faces. Very Hindi movie-esque, I know.  

These are just a few glimpses of what I’ve encountered and seen over the days, and I’ve been told that I’ve barely scratched the surface of this vast place! Needless to say, I’m excited about getting to know the city. I think we might even like each other. Who knows?

This is long enough already. More later, perhaps?  
                              
 I hope this finds you well.

From,

Me
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23 thoughts on “Notes from Delhi: New beginnings

  1. >I'm glad to hear you're settling in ok! I know it doesn't 'feel' ok, but trust me, it is :-).As for taking pictures….you're in a perfect position to take pics! The fact that you're in a tourist hub means you can just pretend to be one of them (tourists, I mean). If anyone glares, just smile and carry on. The more 'unusual' things you take pics of, the better. My handbag has become my camera's permanent home…and I've lived in Cambridge for almost 8 years!Have fun exploring the city (but be careful) 🙂

  2. >An interesting start. The beginning is always scary and unreal, but the journey is always interesting if you make it so. Looking forward to reading the rest. I envy you your new beginnings! 🙂

  3. >Thank you for the letter. 🙂 Glad you are settling in."We ambled in the rain, splashed through the puddles, came back home,"…the fact that you are already calling it home makes me think you are more at 'home' there than you think. I wish somebody said "that which you seek, lies further down the road" to me. Sounds like as if you are on a quest for treasure!Hugs and Have fun!

  4. >Wishing you all the very best my dear! Hope you achieve all you set out to…! Good to know you've settled into Gurgaon!Kee haal hai ji? So I guess you'll pick up a smattering of Punjabi during your stay! Have fun!Indy

  5. >go and eat at khan's near the jama masjid."time will stand till" when you eat their food!also, its the "nemesis" of indian vegetarianism.but delhis cool!

  6. >PR, I know! The tourist card is always the safest bet. There’s also the language barrier to overcome. But I’m hoping the ‘smile and the world will smile with you’ ploy will work on people.Dee, thank youT, don’t. Its not all roses and rasagulla’s, and its been a very very long time coming, believe me. 🙂 I have sufficient faith in the universe to believe that you will get yours too. Goodest of luck!Hoot a toot, if you are who I think you are, I’ve clearly been away too long! you’ve had a change of name (and blog!). We were pleasantly surprised too! We were expecting a smattering of broken English trailing off into hindi like most people we asked for directions from.Sabby, you are too sweet! Thank you.DQ, oh my gosh, I have! I can paper my three seater room with the amount of discarded drafts! Its coming on though. :)Vindi, thank you!PP, thanks! LO, thank you. I hope so too. :)Gehan, thank you. I will :)Scrump, thanks. I’ll put the few I’ve taken :PAngel, aww. Thank you! Will most certainly do. Indy, thanks! I’m actually not based in gurgaon. We just visited the place for a bit :)Me, so I’ve heard. You’re the second person to tell me that 🙂 will try it out.

  7. >Hey you… Dang, reading that post made me miss you… :S Hang in there… I really wouldn't know, but I think it should get better with time. Smriti and I are constantly thinking of you; I wouldn't be surprised if you've got a nasty persistent cold :PCan't wait to see you in December!

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