Daastaan-e-Dilli....chandani chowk..parathe wali gali...etc

recently i got a chance to go to chandani chowk which is easily accessible thanks to metro these days...had heard an seen so much about the legendary place courtesy a lot of muvis.so dere i was standing out of the metro station an den a REALLY long walk down the streets which were heavily crowded to say the least....even in a car obsessed city like delhi(its Pronounced DILLI and NOT delly...STUPID ppl) ppl didnt bring cars to the streets....jus rickshaws and a LOT n LOT of ppl and shops on every side corner and every imaginable angle and ppl sittin outside shops pormising u d best returns if only u walk in dere shops(one of shopkeepers actually tried selling me saaree....i tried to defend but he wont listen)...its like u r walkin in some street where dere s space only for 2 ppl in opposite direction to walk...an i cudnt keep myself from smiling...i was grinnin all d way coz dese were streets walked by lot of great ppl...an its all chaos...ppl yelling at each other.....shopkeepers competing on who can shout how much about dere product an roadside vendors sellin all sorts of chaats an spicy dishes(trust me no matter how much ppl claim....no other place in whole country can match the flavour u can hav dere)....its like u can smell spices while FIGHTING UR WAY towards chandani chowk.

so we askd a rickshaw puller about the whereabouts of T-H-E "PARATHE WALI GALI".....thats rite...it actually exists...even i thot it was a urban legend kind of a joke(refer urban legend in dictionary AKALMAND).....he said in his relax tone "seedhe chalo jao sir aur gurdware se turn maar dena"

and turn we took into an even more small(dis time u can barely walk...) in to hoard of shops claiming to b dere from as old as 5 generations and ppl standin in queue's jus to hav a bite...an dey didnt hav any secret ingredient or reciepe....its all out in d open...dey dont even shout dere names or watever...ppl r dyin to get a place to eat...an wen i got menu...i started laughin...it was like a real feast...i mean really.....cashew,papad,malai,daal,nuts....i mean think of an edible an its stuffed in a paratha and its avaialable....it was like wat restaurants do wid dosas down south..here paratha's were d target...an its been goin on from gaes so our ancestors hav already given dere thumbs up..an it tastes HEAVEN....SERIOUSLY!...i m a big foodie and my phisique will vouch for that so take me word...
its jus out of dis world....i ate lyk a PIG...
4 parathas an i was literally FULL..but den dey were servin LASSI too..so lassi it was an finally i had d best meal in ages(i felt the same wen i finished eating for the first tym in bobby da dhaba,bangalore...more on that later)

it was d same feeling that roshan(abhishek bachhan) described in delhi-6......."sab kuch kitna alag aur fir bhi ek balance"

an finaly after the neal i walked to the red fort an tasted a slice of history for myself(dreamed of being dere ever since saw narsimha rao make speech from dere)

i remember i askd my dad "papa which place is dis??"

"its red fort...every 15th august countrie's P M makes a speech from dere.its a show of our strength to the whole world"..

next in ,ine....jama mazjid and KAREEM's(i ve heard dey serve the BEST kabab's in the country)

finally a day well spent and a dream come true :)

an so i felt the dialogue in delhi 6 again "kaun jaye zaunk.....par DILLI ki galiyaan CHORR ke"

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the story of how i met a bangalan(yet another indian railway diaries)

in my really long engineering time i had to travel too much to reach my home in sem holidays so dis happened on one of dose journeys.i was traveling back from my place to my collage an dis happened while i took the conectin train from calcutta to bangalore.i had been waiting since 1 o clock in afternoon for the train an was really pissed wid all d bengali talk all around me on this station.now the thing about kolkata station is its REALLY crowded..u haft see an check even before u plan to move ur limbs.u mite hurt somebody an ppl r always trying to cut deer way in d middleof wherevee u r walkin..an dere r too many ppl all d tym round d clock.and somehow its all pleasant to dem.so my train arrived an i called up home an informed i was boarding the train an told deem i m still breathing an whoever dye suspect is out to get me wid his sniper hasn't found me yet(for intellectually challenged folks..ITS A JOKE)

so i checked my ticket an entered the coach…an to my surprise deer r atleast 10 ppl sittin in my compartment…(who r dese ppl??)…n den it dawned on me..half of deem hav come to see off a guy(i assumed he was goin on some warfront or something but his dressing suggested otherwise)…an den while i was busy makin mental notes…i heard a voice…turned back to find a really GRUMPY(oh yes…she lucked scary) female asking "which is ur birth??"

i thot of answering "do i look like a thief to u??…n y do i tell u…….LADY SHERLOCK" :P …….but instead jus nodded an pointed to the upper birth.

an den i saw it…she was deer to see off her small sister(why do ppl hav dis see off concept i ll neva understand)

so finally dye gave that female all d stuff to eat and told her all d rules and regulations(dey wr starin at me so i assumed i figured on her DONT-U-DARE-TALK-TO-HIM list)…..

till den i was so furious wid that elder sister i thot i wood ask d smaller 1 about what part of my face makes me look like thief?

so d train muved and the army guy(d 1 who d whole clan came to see off) slept and started snoring like a pig…GRRRRRRRR

somehow i spent d nite cursing the whole proceedings(why does indian railways do dis to me..).everytym when i book a ac ticket deer ll b some baby who ll refuse to sleep after 2 in nite an his/her mother will hav no clue what d baby wants….ro worse dere will b some older UNCLE ji kinds who ll b adamant to tell me dere stories and how deer son/daughter or god knows who works and earns blah blah…i m sick of dese kinds…

nevertheless it was morning wen i woke up an that army fellow had started talkin to dis female about some female he met an how she cant stop gushing about him all d tym(yaa….rite….bloody LOOSER)…so i picked up some paper to solve SUDOKU..

so i turned to her to ask "do u hav pen?"(thats all i cud come up wid)

my sudoku finished and den wen i returned the pen she said "u like solving sudoku?"(younger sister is no less genius mind u)

an den we got talkin…she told me about her college and i told her about mine….dat army guy was dere too but its MY blog..so i ll IGNORE him….

an den wen i got d chance i ask "why did ur sis think i was a thief?"

"she was jus makin sure u came to d rite coach…"(wat a nice way to make sure i must say)

i thot she was being protective so kinda let it pass an in revenge i ate all her delicious stuff her family gave to eat in d journey(BUHAHAHHAHAHAA)

an so d day passed an she gave me her number..i saved it……an den wen her station came..i got down to see her off (indian tradition *wink*)

an wen my station came…while i was getting down….my fone was ringing and in d hurry i DROPPED my fone on platform……damit………… :(

customer care took 500 bucks to repair it all CONTACTS WERE ERASED…. :(

DAMNN U :(

my journey to an from my home(indian railways diaries)

recently i went to my home courtesy my dad's continuous persuation that i havent been home in a long tym(read since i started earnin :P).so i booked tickets to an from my home...both WAITING,thanks to the huge indian population no 1 gets a berth in any of the trains whatsoever dese days.an indian railways hav dis waiting concept wherein u pay for the ticket and den u r on ur own...
its lyk wen u enter a restaurant dey ask u menu and den ask u for d payment an VOILA!...THANK U SIR...u may go home now...
GOD DAMNIT where s d food??

i landed myself near d washbasin put my stuff on a paper and started d journey.now wen u r near the toilet u get to see how ppl think of trains as dere personal dumpyard and dey make sure dat dey use the lavatory well enuf so dey get the full value of the money...
so dere wr ladies doin all sorts of cleanin for dere kids...older folks makin all sorts of noises as if dey r gonna die an den AAAAKKKKTHUUUUU....an splurge of water(good heavens wt is wrong dese ppl)....an d worst part is it does not stop at dis...dey keep comin every 1 an half hour or so(oh yes!i timed it...didnt hav too much to do either)....
n den dere wr those AE CHAI...CHAI...CHAI...ppl,hell bent on feedin every soul present in every cabin...dere wr 4 of dem at any given tym in a coach.now i m a admant fan of tea but d sight of "tea" dey wr makin made me sick(seriously why do u even call that tea?..dont even get me started on the taste).....i was sick of dis whole thing an suddenly i heard a voice in d adjoining compartment askin
P1- "bhai akele ja rahe ho kya???..."
me- "???????"
P1="if u r goin alone come sit wid me...we can talk...it ll b easier to pass tym"(considerin dis train was goin patna...i was surprised to hear him talk in english *WINK*)
so he introduced himself an we got talkin..he was a army kid an was workin in uae..an thanks to him my journey which i thot wud suck for the most part was a comparatively easy 1..
back home i ate LYK A PIG...mom packed a lot(n i mean LOT) of stuff to eat wen i reahc at my place in DILLI(employment has its perks)...
i was again standin on the platform again d same nite boardin the same train ....an guess what ...with a WAITING ticket...dis tym RAC...an thanks to some REALLY REALLY cold air i was shivering whole nite and didnt sleep..
again that stupid tea...an guess what again an army man..(u hafta talk to a army man to see how funny dey r)...
d nite was over an i was in dilli...an a frend of mine arranged for a biryani treat which made me forget a lot stress...

came home aroung 9 in d night an FINaLLY slept after 2 nites lyk a baby in my own bed

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