Delhi Girl

I am and always will be a Delhi girl.
A Rang de basanti, vodka-loving, kabab smoking, masala mix of the East and West.
Someone recently pointed it out and it hit me. Like that.

Roadside dhabas and cafes and rock music, with Goldflakes suttas (cigarettes), unattainable boyfriends on mobkies called "Arjun" or "Sanjay" or "Farhan". Some of those South Delhi types, including the dark-eyed M's, were uber-kuhl. Something about the men of Delhi..horrible chauvinistic place that it maybe..I can look at an actor in Bollywood and tell he is Delhi guy. I think its the marriage of Awadh/Lucknow and the Pathans..all the refugees who came down from the Frontier (NWFP) and the Urdu speaking, Awadhi types who were already there. Add to it the 'Paajis' (Punjabis) pining for Bulleh Shah and you get a Rabbi (Shergill). Sadda munda hai, jee! I think Rabbi said it perfectly, before he became famous and was one of our Delhi dudes. "I'm a sardar with a guitar, yaar".

Hiding from parents' wrath after a night out at the disc, with harmless kosher fun, and sheesha/chillum smoke..

I may have travelled the planet and lusted after Paris all my life, but it only enhanced who I was. added to the being, like layers to impressionist art.

Lusting after Majnu ka Teela but never daring to go there..those rocker Pink Floyd dudes who were my dosts/buddies, whom I would barge on and bug about my broken heart and pestering parents and then sit with a smoke and finish the physics equation in one perfect sweep.
To the sound of the Wall..
As my friends 'A' and 'Sutta' would say: 'Sahi hai yaar!'