Fuel.

Part 1

Call it my drug, or my obsession, New Delhi.

The city's name on the television, or the radio, or the ever-impressive plane ticket. It lightens my spirit, and i usually tend to wonder, why?
My folks spent their whole lives moving, and when it was my turn to adapt, because i understood the meaning of the word now, things started to fall into place, i found reason, i found character, i found existence.
probably, the main reason for me doing my bidding in this innocence-long-lost work of art. Yes, it is, it is as passionate as a painter's vision and as abstract as his work. For me it brings harmony to my decadent, deceitful educational life. Education here does not persist its boundaries to my engineering facade, for it barely makes a nibble of the real deal. I greet, i meet, i learn.
I might be a little philosophical in my approach towards looking at a city, but it is worth my time.

Part 2

Gelled hair, Fast cars, diamonds, legs.

wondering why i put them all together? it is because i could not put them anywhere else to explain how it is to me.
Its not the look, its the idea behind it. People look good, they do like to look good and i am completely up for it, for i do tend to like when i do see, i listen, i think and then i hear and i decide.
Conversations remain constricted bordering closely from television, movies, food, relationships to the vague excerpt from one of the Delhi-ish.

"Bhenchod, tujhe pata hai main kaun hun?"
"teri gaand tod sakta hun main abhi"

(out comes the cell phone and the various speed-dial numbers ranging from the father to the goon.)

Part 3

Why?

A friend, A brother, A sister, The ex-girlfriends.

Part 4

Stoned in Saket.

My latest experience, which was my most enlightening of the lot was to reach a level of observation which i did this time, in saket.
The movie theatre just about masks the rest of the village when viewed from the street, it is a buzzing life-form in itself. Hundreds gather every evening to celebrate its existence, for it is and will be the essential.
As we make our way, the usual walk around the place, a friend decides to bring in an act of nobility, she rolls a joint.

McDonalds doesnt seem so bright anymore, Azzuro remains mysterious, Planet M is beautiful, for they are paying tribute to Pink Floyd, 24*7 remains the saviour, Barista is the old man in the corner, Bennigans is the snooty bitch i dont want to see, Ruby Tuesday is red, for it bleeds any paying customer to 'fucked for a fucking salad' state, Pizza hut, who gives a fuck? and Cafe coffee day, that idiot just had to be there now, right!

A corner houses a woman's obsession towards accessories, and books line up to make the pirated world a little more respectful than a decaying carcass. They buy and sell lives in books, numerous characters penned by thinkers of magnanimous capabilities.

There are herds of the hunters, there a groups of the hunted, the 'potentially awesome for the hunt', there is also the occasional marital bliss, and the overly excited tourists.
I do relate to man-woman chemistry when i mean the hunt. It is balanced, so feminists...who are u kidding?
i looked through them all, i do not know if i did see, but it's what i like looking for, they seem shallow, but they aren't, the true self shows in exceptionally dire circumstances, for which i long...
I enjoy New Delhi. Call me a cynic in this world of Diamonds and rust, but its the thrill of thought that gets me, and i get to think a lot about there. My Drug remains, and will.