Stop 3 DILLI 6…..

Stop 3 DILLI 6…..

Finally the all famous chandni chowk. The moment you get down the station you start getting the true color and fragrance of chandni chowk. I wasn’t bothered about how closely will it resemble the chandni chowk of Dilli 6.

The greatest thing about being here is that everyone portrays a different image of chandni chowk, as if everyone is having their own canvas of colors. Its so colorful out here that 164million colors of your cell phones seems so few. The life here moves at its own pace. The crowd never seem to be in a hurry but still the scene is like a river raft, rapidly changing the colors and the context. For the foreigners it is heaven. Poor India, hungry India, crowd, dust, etc etc.

So our caravan started from the metro stopped at red fort. The fort looked grand. The biggest fight was not to see the fort but to cross the road. With iron chariots waiting eagerly to crush form the four directions, you feel like running is the only option. Actually nobody cares. The pedestrian thinks that it is the car”wala” who will hit the brake. The car”wala” thinks that it is the pedestrian’s responsibility to save himself. And the most dangerous among them is the Blue Line buses. With plywood roofs, rickety body, thunderous noise from the engine you sure wanna avoid the vehicle of death. The drivers are perfect for F1 race. Mr. Mallya you listening???

Well the red fort was awesome. Two days back the whole consignment of our political dictators were here. Listening to the great economist. Red fort: built by a muslim, our PM who gave the speech: A sikh, our next PM who prepared the speech: A Christian. And rest of us Hindus. Gosh that’s why it is India……

Next stop: Lajpat rai market of chandni chowk. The motivation for buying: it is next to pallika bazaar. Famous for counterfeit CDs, DVDs, dirt cheap computer hardware and software worth millions of dollars at cost of some rupees. If Bill Gates visit this place he will get a heart attack for sure. 6000 worth of windows XP CD @ Rs 40. Gosh I love India. Our final shopping list: 6 pen drives of 64 GB each @ Rs 240. Legendary.

After much of shopping roaming running with the traffic we finally reached the final destination the hugely famous “Paratha Wali Gali”. 25 parathes or the oily Indian bread as some say, under one roof. Name it and they have it. Right from the all time favorite “Aloo paratha” to highly unique “Rabri Paratha”. These guys are genius. A perfect business model. After much of appreciations we too started our journey to the nirvana. The Estd. 1972 shop had that wonderful smell that we couldn’t resist ourselves and literally dived onto the servings. With aloo to bhindi to rabri to mint we tried every god damn thing that was available there. My favorite the Mint one. The smoky flavor of mint is heaven. Finally we finished close to 25 odd and the bill whooped our eyes out: Rs .750/-. But it was worth investing. Some people cribbed some were just silent. Like the typical “tourists” some pictures were clicked some memories were stored.
With this our journey to one of the beautifully preserved historic area of India came to an end. One line for it: If you have a canvas, buy colors from here……

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