Letter post-Delhi Trip

The Eid holidays were a welcome break and since the family was already in Delhi it was a good opportunity to cross the seas. I landed in the new swanky Delhi aiprort( I hope they maintain it) and the ordeal of passport control was quick and fast. The conveyer belts reminded me of Brussels and were impressive. All this fine and then you come out and take a prepaid Radio Cab (they charge almost double since its prepaid - beyind logic though) and reach home safe and soun

The next few afternoons and evenings were full of Goat, Pig and Single Malt, the latter prohibited in Kuwait. I had to make up for the same and therefore that was the instruction to friends too.

The CWG coming up people were having mixed feelings. Given a chance most people would have liked to strangle Suresh Kalmadi while none had a kind word for the others. The sympathy wa sure for the sportsmen and given the intellect of Delhi nobody really appreciated both Mani Shankar Aiyar's jokes and the serious comments.

The press still behaves like pimps of sensational news and nothing else. Variety is the spice of life for sure but just like the public even the press suffers from short memory. In fact when did we last talk about Lalit Modi and IPL. Even Maoists are feeling the pinch. All eyes are now on Kashmir and a sham of solutions. I know all the "NO"s for that place. No autonomy, no giving in to anything, no nothing.

Delhi roads have become disasters. Unruly traffic, potholes, muck, et al.... the drawing room of India is throwing up. Terrible!!

I never liked Delhi. I hope I don't land up hating it. Sphere: Related Content