Being that National Capital of India, Delhi falls in the prime focus of international media, and not just that. By the way things have been- Delhi also seems to be the epitomization of the nation’s diabolical deeds centralized, all in one space.
Having recently undergone a change of governance from the hands of the slowly dwindling hands of The Congress to the more visually enticing and flamboyant AAP(Aam Aadmi Party); spiced up with initial promises of proper governance that helped them obtain an edge over the others, it seems like Delhi is more of the same person going through an attire redressal.
The streets of Delhi are now pungent with the obnoxious odor of hatred, of grievances, of chaos, asymmetry and rapid decadence. And it is only a matter of time before it turns into a modern-day gargantua. The world stands evidence of Delhi having been molested over and over. And yet you will find one half of young Delhi hopping in and out of that Connaught Place, Starbucks. Or another face of that busy entrepreneur Delhi scurrying their way into their respective offices. Their wounds have not yet been filled and through that gaping hole peeks out their helplessness and catharsis.
Delhi stands as a walking paradox of itself- for a country which deems the soil as their “motherland”, their national capital defaming that same belief by raping its women stands as a sorry sight. Sorry and Barbaric.
Yet again, an oblique blow on the face of Delhi that leaves no place for new scars. Life here works on the mantra of “grin and bear it“. Nido Taniam the son of an Arunachal MLA is beaten to death following an altercation started by shopkeepers of Lajpat Nagar regarding his hairstyle. Yet again, Delhi is left paralysed and thrust into the abominable clutches of inconsiderate barbarism… Not enough food for thought? Two Manipuri women harassed and beaten up in public, an no one bats an eye. And then there is a part of Delhi that “roars“, a part of Delhi that rises on the verge of action, a part of Delhi that riots, that blocks the streets, that curses the oppressive tyranny and the impotency of its rulers, that stands for human rights, and also after a passage of a few days visits that Starbucks at the Connaught Place or … just plain and simple- minds its own business; and all of that action is dissolved in oblivion. Funny isn't it? They say its “Dilwalo ki Delhi”(Delhi is the town of of the hearted). I wonder what color of blood does the heart pump. Probably and plausibly “black”.
