Foggy Delhi...

I love winter... the reason, its far better than summer.... When i was told, the winter in Delhi will be a short but strong one, i was disappointed... i am not looking forward to a short winter... i need a pleasant long one... I thought i have to wait to till end of November for some coolness...

But all on a sudden, asif an answer to my prayers, the temperature in Delhi is beginning to fall... I am loving these cool mornings, though i am missing my morning walks... and the fog around, though i caught a cold... and the chill in the air, though i haven’t bought a water heater yet... The life far away from the heat is cool...

The cold i am having now is not that bad, though it ruined my week-end plans for a fridge shopping ... But the sight of the fog coved Delhi early morning from the metro on my way to church was beautiful... I don’t know whether the Delhi winter is hard and horrible as people say, but i am loving this pleasant weather as long as it last...

Autorickshaw diaries: tales from the driver...

Not always you will come across an autorickshaw driver with a good heart.... Most of them i came across all my life were just greedy for money.... But sunday was different.... I was shifting from patel nagar to my new apartment in shakarpur... most of the shifting were done on the day before... All left on sunday was handful of things which i thought i can move on sunday in an auto...
The thing about patel nagar, hardly you get an auto from the south side... if you catch one from the west side, they charge like anything.... I walked up the that side and asked the first auto i saw, he told a rate in which could travel for a 100kms!!!!!... left him just there... then saw a bunch of autos in which one of the drivers came forward and offered a reasonable rate... He drove an extra 2 km to reach my building and i was surprised he didnt charge for that...
The journey from Patel nagar to Shakarpur was not a long one thanks to the driver... he was chatty, not irritating chatty.... from Politics, to his touchy personal stories he was engaging.... He talked about the Delhi attitudes, the corrupt policemen... and about his family.... He talked how people are becoming selfish these days... people forget how to help others selfless.... even own blood.... he then talked how his family didnt help when in in need; when his son was dying... there was a lump in his throat when he said this.... He then talked about his only daughter, how good she is in studies... his dreams on her future....
By the time i reached my new apartment i wish the journey a bit more longer, so that i can listen to this man...   I thanked him for the safe ride, paid him and said good bye.... Respect, for the first selfless man i found in Delhi!!!!

Painting days.... dusty ways....

One of the most irritating things i can never tolerate is the dusty environment.... hate it in any form.... and when our management has decided to paint the office, i expected them to wait till week-end to work on the editorial floor... But the work kept going along whole week... painting work brings lot of dust... and i feel like sitting in a polluted place whole week...

the room definitely needs a makeover... but cant the whole beautification wait till the holidays... how can u expect someone to focus on the work when its all dusty  around... 

The dust-phobia has made me change my apartment as well.... the present one brings in all pollution of patel nagar to my room... shifting out this week-end to somewhere clean, far away from the dust and pollution...