Delhi. Well, how is it?

๐Ÿ™‚ A question that I’ve been asked by every one of my friends back home. Two(+) months is long enough for an answer, don’t you think? So, well, here goes my attempt at a reply.

A quick background: first time I’ve been out of home, first time living alone, and my first job. Many of these impressions about Delhi might be colored by those firsts, and they probably are. Witness my to-do list for the first week I was here [reproduced verbatim, and thoughts that come to mind soon after] (as promised):

  1. Paper, and notebooks to write. A daily diary, as is my habit.
  2. Waste paper basket.
  3. Detergent. Clothes need ‘a washing.
  4. Old newspapers. Borrowing a trick first learnt from my dad, this makes for a quick after-meal cleanup.
  5. Paper plates.
  6. Arrange for washing clothes (+ironing). In the months past, with the exception of a weekly washing of my unmentionables (some of which will soon be relegated to toxic waste), I’ve only washed proper clothes twice, both times when a maid that’s supposed to come absconded. As an aside, paid help in Delhi is very cheap (imagine paying somebody 150 bucks[$4] a month to clean your room and wash your clothes), and equally unreliable.
  7. L.C.D. Monitor. The one I’m seeing this stuff on.
  8. Hair brush. Eventually bought two, and never used either one. Rue my fashion sense ๐Ÿ™‚
  9. Plastic covers. To put stuff in, very useful.
  10. Bathroom slippers.
  11. Small mirror. Which my flatmates promptly broke. I shaved without a mirror twice (kind of easy to do actually) before they replaced it with a life sized one.
  12. Scissors, stapler and blade.
  13. Cellotape.
  14. Tissues.

Which makes for a proper pedestrian todo list. Enlightening then, is the fact that the only thing that I thought of buying before I came to Delhi was the monitor. That and get an internet connection as soon as possible. Real Life does make you get your priorities straight.

Delhi is fun. It’s big, traffic signals are kilometres apart, and “close by” has a new definition altogether. Ashok, for example, lives close by. So does Vivek (a la Torque fame), but to reach either of em, I have to travel around 10-20 mins by auto. I haven’t traveled around much, but to the places I have: near ones like Priya’s and Saket (both of em malls and PVRs with ze Bangalore-ish trendiness), farther away ones like the Parliament House and India Gate and CP (and the inside of an MP’s flat courtesy Anil), and even farther places like Nizamuddin, it’s been a really cool experience. There is a lot to condense in one post, so you’ll have to take my word for it, Delhi is a good place to be. And also, surprisingly unpolluted.

There is a lot that interests me about Delhi. I’ve started reading newspapers (mostly because my usual Google News updates don’t work with my schedule right now) and the local supplements always mention tons of cool stuff to do. Like plays, shows in art galleries, fashion shows, pop performances, foreign dance scenes, film festivals and so on. It doesn’t do much for the techie in me, but I’d love to frequent places like this. Especially art & design shows. Unfortunately, work eats into around 90% of my time, and the rest I happily sleep. In other news, my plans to go to the gym and become Hrithik Roshan is also arrested coz of this very reason. =)

There’s a good 90% of my time then that I haven’t talked about. The work that I do at Uzanto. There’s a lot to tell there too, and I’ll take that up later. We’re working on something really interesting. I’m not allowed to tell more, but invites will soon become available to people who clobber me with affection. ๐Ÿ˜‰