Delhi 6

Matargashti in Delhi6 from Chawri to Ballimaran, and the topic of talk was 'Tawaif.. Courtesan'. The images that come in mind with the word are Paakiza or Umrao Jaan. Then we know life is not Bollywood! Its more flashier, more dramatic, more unreal, more addictive.

Web of life all around, buzzing, changing, staring, adamant, ignorant, clinging, streets of Delhi are imagery of unreal and illusionary stark truth.

Window in the corner of street, i am sure it must be someone's favourite place to sit and look at 'bazaar ki raunak' in lonely evenings and lost in thoughts or wait for someone or hope to see the glimpse..

and now its just waiting for its identity to end and another face taking over, the face of jumbled wires, acs and tattered curtains. Raunak of bazaar is still there, but it seems no one is waiting and no one is coming..

Zindagi is taken over by Zindagi ka hisaab kitaab - counting days, counting numbers.. loosing track again and again.. such a struggle!

Color.. What do u want to cover..Eaten up rotten door, which is just to keep out all that is not.. Illusions.. Looks something..But its nothing..

She walks on road all covered in black, What makes us believe what we believe, What makes us do what we do... What is the truth

Gods.. Resting place is slab on wash basin.. Overlooking people clean their filth.. Making sure they clean.. And they think thy are clean.. God and cleanliness

The glorious romantic 'chai' ,, Keep brewing and take out all color.. Over sweetened.. And it gives u the kick.. Kick to go on and keep walking that broken trodden road.

Looks like friends.. Looks like life.. Looks like fun.. Just 'looks like'

Galib ki haveli.. Cycle , my muse! Look what Galib has to say 'ye kahan ki dosti hai, ye bane hain dost naseh, koi chaarsaaz hota..koi gumguzaar hota'

Street outside Galib ki haveli.. All that is left is longing..

What cures everything... what completes everything.. doodh waali meethi chai...