New girl in Dalli.

Anyone who pockets a new job in Gurgaon, goes through the same dilemma. To live or not to live in Gurgaon (pronounced 'gurrgen', like bourbon).

Dusty, crime-ridden, polluted, badly planned, characterless, pervertly expensive gaon
vs
Less dusty, possibly less-crime ridden, equally polluted, more populated, a city with a personality and foodie heaven galore

Delhi won - hands down !!

Then comes another dilemma.

Travel to work:

Car: The rocketing petrol prices will burn an irrepairable hole in my new Kenneth Cole (what a bargain on an online store) wallet. I hate driving. So who will drive - your pop? Drivers cost Rs 10000 a month in Delhi. That freaking hole is just getting deeper. Plus, traffic is so frustrating - would take me an hour or two to get to work everyday and I would lose the rest of the hair on my head too with all that stress of getting to work on time.

Auto: My daddy don't allow princess to go in auto in delhi.. It's too unsafe for girls ya !!! (Imitating Kiki a.ka. Simi Garewal's younger, irritating alter-ago that allows her to flirt with stars half her age on television without being judged - oops. off topic.)

Metro: Hmm, That doesn't sound like it could be a viable option. It's run by the government for god's sake. And in India, the government is the anti-thesis of reliable, timely or efficient so what can I expect from any service they run?

But what a pleasant surprise. A few trial runs later, the metro service proved me wrong and stuffed socks in my mouth.

And so began my daily love affair with the dilli metro.

My rendevous with you (the dilli metro) every morning and evening, has kept me amused, annoyed, excited, disgusted and delighted since two months now. Thank you.

Overheard on the metro #1

Girl on her phone, screaming loudly and passionately into the phone talking to her obviously distressed friend....

" yaar, maine kahan tha na that he is a total bastard... shakal se hi draaankard lagta tha"
silence...
" you dont dasserve such a kameena yaar, tu to ek princess ki tarah pali badi hai.."
silence...
"maarna to tere chote bhai ko chahiye, kyon bola ka ke didi woh accha ladka hai aap keliye"
silence....
" he daaasnt exist for you anymore. do not react if he calls and he will call back because he is a road ka kutta"
silence...

(the kicker)
"you are from such a good family yaar, how can you date a guy who doesn't even wear a t-shirt????"

*dumbfounded expressions and loud giggles around the metro compartment*
*girl finally notices that we were all listening to the whole conversation*

*sheepishly, better late than never *.... "chaal yaar main baad mein call return karti hoon, abhi matro mein hoon na."

Humra Delhi ke metro ghuma deyi... ROFLMAO

Dear dilli metro, be more specific please...

When the dead-beat voice makes the annoucement on the dilli metro .." Doori kya dhyan rakhein...", it would make it more useful for some of us getting annoyed by people stealing our personal space...if they could just rephrase that to "ek doosre se doori ka dhyan rakhein" !

Rukavat ke liye khed hai...

Sorry about the lack of updates in the past few days guys... turns out, like every train has a story riding on it, every PR professional has a client or journalist riding on them !

Rukavat ke liye khed hai.....

Love doesn't stop just because the train does - clicked at a station!

Hallelujah!

I actually got a seat on the metro today. First time in almost three months. Doesn't matter that only 2/7th of my behind was actually on the seat and the rest of me was hanging for its life - I still got a seat on the metro.. ENOUGH SAID !