its been 15 years now..since i am living in delhi....more than 3/4th of my life..delhi a great city..has given me alot..it has contributed in my overall development both mentally and spiritually...and i am truly indebted to this city...
i had my education here only...[still going on...sob-sob<<<] my friends[whom i truly love...]...i love delhi like nothing else...i feel so much at home here...so secured and free..i love its places ..i love metro ....i love india gate ...delhi's road ...malls....and my favorite is delhi's ridge..i am so much a delhiite...and i am proud of that...
i am originally from bihar...where i was born...where my roots are...but leading a super fast life of metro city i often forget this....believing myself a city bird...and this hectic schedule...[oh there is nothing like hectic actually...but i love using such words...giving a air of importance you know]...leaves me with no time to visit there...its been nearly 2 years since i had been there last...
i still have a vivid memory of my childhood...i have spend my first 4 years in maheshpur[a small village...with my maternal granny...]..
and i remember what a brat i was ....[and you can still see its reflection in mee]...i was the most notorious among all ...unfearful..spoilt ...but then i was just mee with no inhibitions or any mask of sophistication....
whenever i go there [even for a week] it seems as if i am HOME again..but during the initial hours people come to meet us with curious eyes [as if we are some aliens from another planet...by-the-way i enjoy that celebrity kinds attention] ...but soon they realize that we are so much like them..and they even tell us that you people are still the same.i wont say that i am the same what i was but then i become the same what i was in that ambiance [that comes so naturally ]..it is so great to meet all my childhood friends with whom i used to play games...most of them are married today..soon i become a part of them and Delhi sounds an alien place even to me because heart of heart i still belong to them ...even today while leaving i always have tears in my eyes...and an unexplainable fear in my mind....maybe a fear of being lost in this madly crowded city again....
My dressing and speaking style may reflect my urbanness...but heart of heart i am still that village girl...because i can relate myself better to them and then i realize i am not a delhiite....
That 1/4th is still dominent over this 3/4th
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you know there is a wonderful song by bryan adams...and i just love the last para...
I hear the wind across the plain
A sound so strong - that calls my name
It's wild like the river - it's warm like the sun
Ya it's here - this is where I belong
Under the starry skies - where eagles have flown
This place is paradise - it's the place I call home
The moon on the mountains
The whisper through the trees
The waves on the water
Let nothing come between this and me
Cuz everything I want - is everything that's here
And when when we're all together - there's nothing to fear
And wherever I wander - the one thing I've learned
It's to here - I will always....always return
Ya this was nice........... close to my heart too
you know there is a wonderful song by farhan akhtar ... dil mera kehta hai kya me batau tum ye socho ge ki me pagal hoo fir me ese joshile geet sunau chila chila ke me ye sab se keh dooo rock on hai ye vakt ka ishara .....
i knw iska is topic se door door tak koi lena dena nahi hai par har koi gane hi likh raha hai to mene bhi socha me bhi ek add likh doo...
nice one
good one didi Happy the man whose wish and care a few paternal acres to bound,content to breathe his native air in his own ground. By-Alexander pope
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