Ye Delhi hai Mere Yaar!!

I still remember the day I shifted to Delhi. All my life (that I remember of) was in Bhopal. The only reason that I wanted to shift was to 'get away from mom and dad'. I guess I was pretty problematic as a child (yeah, I'm REALLY sensible now!). Anyway, it just seemed like such a good getaway from all the problems I thought I had. You know, start a new chapter, a clean page. And how bad could it really be!!

As it turned out, it was more appalling than i could ever imagine!!

So, I remember my first night in my PG. Mom and Dad had already left. I did not sleep at all that night. There was something very grown up about the whole thing, and I was sort of having an out-of-body experience. I was scared and happy and really scared that night.

Within six months, I was ready to run. I just couldn't figure out what I was doing wrong, but I kept making mistakes, stupid mistakes and kept getting into more and more trouble. I mean i knew what I was doing, but somehow just couldn't figure out exactly how deep into shit I was... before it was too late. And I was ready to leave. I just wanted to go back home and tell my parents that I wanted to come back home.

But I didn't. Somehow, I just didn't want to run again. I was sick and tired of always giving shit to what people said about me, or what they thought I was. I was sick of people trying to scare me, or threaten me and think of it as fun. I so wanted to get back. So the best thing that I thought I could do, was to ignore them. Believe me, it's not easy. But I'm really proud that I've gotten through it. And a lot of other things...

And now, I can easily say that the good memories have outweighed the bad ones. The sneak outs to CCD, the long Saturday nights with coffee and lots of bitching, every other day in City Cafe... slowly I've learnt to realise about what is important to keep in your heart, and what is not. In my three years, I've met a wide array of people. The geek who can't talk to guys, the whiner, the emotionally erratic, the mom. Believe me, everyone has a story. A reason for what they are.

But let me tell you about what I actually started to write about. And that is Delhi. Yes, it is all about 'If you've got it, flaunt it'. And yes, it is filled with a large amount of shallow people. And for some reason, the people who come here from different cities, think they have to act like that too. But I guess after sometime it sort of grows into you. Like the song 'ooo.. ye sheher nahi mehfil hai'. Well that is because everyone dresses up even if you have to go to the grocery store. Or get your shoes fixed by the mochiwallah. They would take out their Calvin-Klein Jeans, and Mango top and top it off with perfectly straight hair and a lot of lip gloss. And believe me, the guys are worse!!

This place will never stop to shock me. But I think now I've learnt to deal with it. I believe I've grown a little smarter, a bit more wise, and a little cynical. But I've also come to realise, that some things you just do not have any control over... you have to just leave it to God. And hope that whatever He chooses... is what you wanted!!