Delhi and the Aam Aadmi

Last week, was fun. Chicken tikka at C.R. Park and the burning of raavan on the night of dussherra were what i wanted to see and do. What i got in return was DENGUE fever. Ek Macchar sala insaan ko bore kar deta hai! No points for guessing, last week wasn't much fun. I was confined to bed for most of it with bottles of saline solution being injected into me at blazing fast speeds. I had so much planned for this blog. But it was not to be. So here i am with an interview. Its not someone famous. But he sure is familiar: the common man. I was at the local salon near my house trying to tape an interview for class. My first ever, and it did not turn out to be that bad after all.

This is what Pawan Kumar had to say about his job, education, Anna Hazare and life in the big city!

Detro?

I believe that if you’re travelling around Delhi, you can’t get any greener than the Delhi Metro. But I always wish they had come up with a cooler name for it, like the tube or something. I mean, hey it is in fact one of the greenest metro-rail services around the world. What made it official was the ‘carbon credits’ awarded to it by the United Nations, making it the first railway system in the world to do so. 

I take the Delhi Metro every day, to college and back home. And more often than not, I get more than the usual time-saving lift. 

 “ehh you know what, the guy at the token counter made a pass at me yesterday”, and then giggles are what I heard. I almost thought I was standing next to the ladies compartment, but no, this was the in-coach public address system. Somebody had left the mic on, in the engine compartment.

My usual routine on the metro involves, finding a nice spot to stand or sit (if I ever get that lucky), reach inside my bag for my music player and then get lost into the pictures painted by those huge plexi-glass windows. But every now and then the battery runs out. What do you do then? Oh believe me there’s lots you can do. Just look around, there’s entertainment everywhere. 

College students, yanking out one swanky phone after the other, trying to one-up the other guy. This, in some weird way is the equivalent of the ‘Daily’ metro fashion week in the ladies compartment. 

People swaying their cell phones in every direction possible, announcing the arrival of ‘motion gaming’ in India. 

*Please stand away from the doors. Obstructing the opening and closing of doors is a punishable offense* Oh yeah right, like that works. Find me the space and I will. You know what would work: Please stand away from the doors; we might just open them during transit. 

Then there are those who stare at everybody else on the train, giving weird mysterious looks as if they’re the next kasab. 

“Ghanta…aise kaise extra pasie le lega woh...hello…hello…can you hear me?...hello…” - The people who blur the line between megaphones and cell phones. Luckily we have tunnels to cut ‘em off.

There are countless other idiosyncrasies that make the Delhi Metro so unique. They make it belong to the very city, it pumps life into. Then I start thinking about the name, and I tell myself it wouldn’t be the same if it was anything else. I mean we’re lucky they didn’t call it Mass rapid transport system or something. That would have been laboriously slow having to say it every time you wanted to use it. MRTS doesn’t sound all that great either. Have any bright ideas? Leave them down here…

Of Delhi, Ganesh Utsav, and Mere Brother ki Dulhan

I sat wondering what producers at 'Yash Raj Films' think before allocating budgets to movies like "Pyaar Impossible". And then "Mere brother ki Dulhan" happened. Huh! yet another typically formula-based bollywood movie taking a piss at its audience? Or so i thought, until last Sunday. On our way to the theater, with my family, i saw people leaning on the guard rails along the Okhla barrage over the river Yamuna in Delhi. It was momentary though, as we whooshed past in a hurry to get to the theater on time.

On our way back I got off the car with my newly acquired Nikon snapper, in an attempt to find out what the hullabaloo was all about. Being a person not in sync with the myriad religious customs  that the society follows, i had no clue what those people were up to. It seemed pretty amusing to look at, from a distance.

Then it all came to me in a flash. This was the last day of the yearly ten day Ganesh Utsav, and the people had gathered along the banks of Yamuna to immerse their very own Ganesh idols into the holy river. Much the same as mumbaikars must've done at Chowpatty in Mumbai and tamils at Besant Nagar beach in Chennai. Ofcourse, one didn't see the sea of humanity as in Mumbai, but then the fervor was equally inspiring.

Seeing the celebrations and the colors, i asked my folks to leave me there and drive home. Walking to the banks where the immersion was being done was an experience in itself, with people throwing colors all over the place. All the action almost made me forget about the camera. It's funny how people pose for you if you happen to have a camera 'bigger' than a normal point and shoot, even as you hesitantly yank out your camera thinking people might take offense to being clicked. There was heavy security ,courtesy  'Dilli' Police, all over the place. What bothered me more was the slippery surface near the banks and my worn out flip-flops. After nearly an hour, i decided to walk back home. It was an odd decision that i made considering home was a good 3km walk. And then i got back to thinking about the movie i had watched in the afternoon. It was in-fact, a typically formula-based bollywood comedy with a story line as old as time itself. But if you have absolutely nothing to do this weekend and couldn't get tickets to watch- what's that film starring 'Sallu Bhai'...ahh never mind, you might want to check out this refreshingly directed Ali Zafar film,  if only for Ali Zafar himself - Mere Brother Ki Dulhan.