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i was walking through the city streets… #oldDelhi

Look at his eyes that are looking at something else18th-19th March A trip to New Delhi is not complete without taking a walk through the animating streets of Old Delhi. The old part of Delhi feels like a super enlarged Ason. More chaos and bigger crowds. The contrast between New and Old is clearly visible and mind-boggling. On the new part of the city roads are wider and filled with cars. Some of them are BMWs, Porches and Ferraris.

I noticed the last one in Delhi in this trip. The autowallah stopped the auto I was in for a few seconds to let the car go ahead of him. He commented: “Delhi toh bahut dhani ho gaya hai. Ferrari vi aagaya ab.” [Delhi has become very rich. Now Ferrari has come here too]. I hadn’t spotted Ferrari when I lived in the city for two years (2008-11). Continue reading

Hustle and Bustle of Chawri Bazaar, Old Delhi

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Once popularly known for its bewitching dancing girls in the 19th century, the street leading to Chawri Bazaar is named after a Marathi word ‘chawri’, which means meeting place.

chawri bazaar, old delhi, india

Chawri Bazaar is a wholesale market but you will be allowed to purchase a brass or copper idol of Lord Vishnu, Buddha and others. The shops also keep many useful items like jewelry boxes, vases, pots and oil lamps. The place also famous as wholesale market of paper products than copper or brass.

I went to Chawri Bazaar by chance. I had to drop a friend at the railway station. I thought it was the New Delhi railway station where we had to go. I was wrong. The train would begin its journey from the Delhi Junction. The Old Delhi railway station. We caught a cycle-rickshaw. He tried to take us there on time but the traffic was so congested that he had to tell us what we didn’t want to hear at that time: Bhai saaheb, paidal jaiye, jaldi hoga. Rickshaw main is taraha toh bahut der hoga, gadi chutjayegi. [It will be quicker if you walk otherwise you will miss the train.] He must have left us somewhere very near Chawri Bazaar.  We ran toward the railway station. I was amazed by what I saw while panting. I was like, OMG, I have been living in Delhi for all these months and I haven’t seen this place! It’s like THAT India they describe in books published in the West.

I have walked that road and roamed around Chawri Bazaar a few times after that first encounter with the place. Living in the quieter neighborhoods of south Delhi where spacious parks and greenery are taken for granted, it is difficult to believe that such an intense crowd, narrow alleys, and chaos exist so close to, say, Lutyens Delhi. The place offers varieties of things. So much so that the entire street could be branded ‘specialized wholesale market of brass, copper and paper products.’

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No pepole is idle in Chawri Bazaar. They are doing something all the time. They could be eating, walking, talking, bargaining, yelling, or just waiting for someone.

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Chawri Bazaar is a very busy road as laborers with their laden backs, cars, rickshaws, scooters and walkers almost battle for the passage during the peak market hours.

Here are some pictures that I took while walking on the Chawri Bazaar street one day. Caption source: Wikipedia. Continue reading

Delhi Mouse on the Birthday of Mickey Mouse

Today the world is celebrating the birthday of Mickey Mouse but in this post I am talking about the real (compared to the MM that is) rats of Delhi that are born and live in the strict human supervision. I was in the west Delhi yesterday in my first visit to that part of the city. In a market near Rohini I saw a cage full of rats and rabbits. The ‘shop’ also had pigeons for sale. Rs. 250 a pair. Those rats and rabbits were also for sale.

Or are they mice? In Nepali, I think, there’s only one word for what they call in English rats or mice: मुसा/मुसो । Whatever they are called but they are in fact anti-mouse/rat. They are domestic and meant to keep those nasty rats and mice at bay.

“And don’t those folks run away from home to the freedom?” I inquired to the man who was holding a rat for my camera.

“No,” he said.”They love being at the company of humans and in the home. They are just like dogs and cats.”

Talking about cats, I forget to ask what do these rats do when they see one around them.