A little bit of inspiration….

There’s a race of men that don’t fit in, A race that can’t stay still; So they break the hearts of kith and kin, And they roam the world at will. They range the field and they rove the flood, And they climb the mountain’s crest; Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood, And…

The Wanderers

Originally posted on infinite satori:
Because when every single cell of your body, every piece of hair rising up on your skin, is telling you to do something. You should always listen and follow it. Less than two months ago, I was driving home, contemplating on where I stand in this part of my life…

Delhi vs. Mumbai

The last month and a half have been both wonderful and tiring. I have been shuttling all over the place on work, pleasure and family commitments, and finally I’m back in the city I call home. Sadly my blog has suffered in the meanwhile, but Date with Delhi was always just a thought away… Particularly…

One thousand desires | An Ode to Mirza Ghalib

It has been more than 200 years since the birth of the great poet Ghalib but his poems continue to have a remarkable relevance to our time. His works, when recited with élan, still leave people spellbound. Born as Mirza Asadullah Baig Khan, Takhallus Ghalib Ghalib (meaning, not surprisingly, ‘the most excellent’),  as he chose…

Happy Birthday :)

Date with Delhi is one year old today- all thanks to you dear readers (and thanks to WordPress for diligently reminding me). The experience has been rewarding, exciting and exasperating all at once… but more than anything, it has been a constant reminder of a side of Delhi I’d otherwise forget. A Delhi that lies…

Dusk at the Jama Masjid

A year ago around this time, on a sudden impulse, wanderfool and I hopped onto the yellow line of Delhi Metro one afternoon, and went to Chandni Chowk. At first we got caught up in the alleyways and just hopped from shop to shop, not buying anything, just taking in the hustle-bustle of the vendors, the fragrance of…

A Tale of Three Cities

Early last year I visited Stockholm, a picture perfect city with its numerous cafes and cobbled streets, museums and memorials. The many frozen waterways around the archipelago had just started to melt and people had started to come out of their homes more often to catch some sun. I loved how so many of its…

Revisiting Red Fort

My first memories of the city of Delhi are from a trip a long time ago, when we halted there for a couple of days on our way to Nainital. And when I say a long time, I mean some twenty odd years. Of course, then the city was a different version of its current…

Onion City

My romance with Delhi began precisely a year back. Before that, I hated the place. When I came here almost 4 years ago, all I knew about the area were the great infrastructure, the swanky malls, the office spaces and the food courts in Noida and Gurgaon. Life revolved around getting to office and back…punctuated…

First Date

A winter morning, washed in mellow golden sunshine. The dense shroud of fog has lifted, revealing bright green leaves and a honey colored city suddenly bursting with new life. The punishing summer months are a distant nightmare… This is Delhi at its best, and yes, I am in love! So what’s the best way to…