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| The First City... | |||||||
| © 2002 The Chatterbox | |||||||
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For anyone who has never stayed in Delhi, well, you've missed something. Where else would you struggle to see the sun in a grey, hazy atmosphere, you can just about make out the sky from the smog from the fact that it is on the top of your head? Where else would you accept the fact of womanhood with guilt - as if it was a curse? Where else would you find neighbors always wanting to know everything there was to know about you where were you born, who are your parents, are they happily married? How many brothers and sisters do you have? No brothers how sad is your sister happily married no? How old is she not married yet what's wrong anyways what did you have for lunch? What did you have for dinner last week you don't eat paneer everyday? Why, you earn well where did you buy your dress? Not Delhi Haat? Or some cheap shop in Lajpat Nagar oh how many ACs do you have very cheap nowadays only 25,000. I was planning to buy four for my single bedroom house, after all, even bathroom and kitchen are hot? So where did you get your pedicure done? Nowhere? Aren't you uncomfortable cleaning your feet yourself? Where did you buy these biscuits? My mister doesn't eat Indian biscuits my Pinky likes only French chocolates what to do, she is habituated from childhood her Unkul sends from Canada Where else would
your personality, history, geography as well as economics be laid so bare
to scrutiny
or for that matter
ideology and theology? After
all... this is the first city.
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