I arrived in Gurgaon in the mid winter. What struck me first and the most is the change in pace of life, with my Mumbai background! Everything around was slow and idle, may be the chilling cold had accentuated the sluggishness further! Slowly I started getting used to it. However the rough and cunning mannerisms of natives here stupefy me quite frequently even now! This attitude is also seen deep impregnated in all the systems, thus hampering a positive professionalism. I had to face it on the second day itself-
Vinay had applied for change in address and shift in his internet connection with airtel one month before our wedding. It was one month after our marriage and the connection was not yet provided in spite of constant follow up! I reached the customer care center. When I expressed my concern and mentioned, I would rather like to discontinue service from their company; the attendant simply showed me where I will get connection cancelation form! I was dumbfounded by this. I gulped my expectations as a customer and decided to patiently wait for one more week. This was fruitless as expected and we finally decided to discontinue the service.
This ‘I don’t care much’ attitude is also exhibited in the roughly gushing cars on narrow, crowded lanes, in cars crossing over the dividers! Recently I faced the consequences first handed- I was rushing up on the road during busy morning hour. The summer has just started but still the sunshine was scorching. Suddenly I was pushed ahead and felt flat on ground. Public around made a roar and I realized that I was hit by a cyclerickshaw. I was in my senses to gather myself and get up. As soon as I stood up blood drops started dripping down from a corner of my forehead. A co-walker asked the rickshaw driver to drop me to a hospital. By this time I had picked up my scattered belongings from the road and noticed a dispensary just besides the road. I requested the co-walker lady to accompany me inside the dispensary. The rickshaw driver escaped as expected. There was nobody inside the dispensary. I was holding my forehead with one palm but that did not help in stopping the blood. It was dripping on the floor of the waiting area of the dispensary. A man in his pajamas came out, made a weired face looking at me, went back in and sent a lady out. I suppose she was the doctor there. She refused even to touch me and asked me to go to a hospital 2 km away! The lady accompanying me asked her to give me at least some cotton to hold on my wound. I was asking for cold water or ice, which was not available at the dispensary! Thankfully I was given some cotton. The lady with me held it on my wound and kept it pressed for a while. The blood stopped. Now the doctor was ready to have a closer look at me and said she can do the dressing for it! I was relieved. I thanked the lady and asked her to leave. The doctor cleared my blood stained face and bandaged it. She also injected me for tetanus. Now I was bit relaxed. I realized that one side of my dress was all stained with blood. My specs were broken and I had picked up only one glass from the road. I made payment to the doctor and was about to leave when the doctor said, “ Take this remaining cotton, wet it and wipe the blood stains on the waiting area floor.” I actually cleared the blood stains and left the dispensary! Another half part of my specs was waiting for me outside on the road. I picked it up and reached back home.
We have now started exploring the city of Delhi after setting up our home in Gurgaon. Every weekend we visit a new spot. The first thing that I notice about Delhi in comparison with Mumbai is ‘big’. Roads are big, scale of cultural events, exhibitions is big, huge markets and similarly huge people with huge appetite! Delhiites are simply in love with their food and fashion. People of all class are seen eating at all sorts of food joints from thella on road to expensive food outlets in the malls and high end restaurents! They are very proud of their food culture. “Arre Madamji, aapke Mumbai mein kaha aisa khaana milta hai?”…my site supervisor once mentioned to me while offering me snacks of samosa and paneer pakoda.
The weekly markets are always full of fresh fruits and vegetables and everybody buys loads of them! Till now we have relished ourselves with yummy food at Haldiram, deep fried parathas, khurchan and frothy lassi at chandani chowk’s parathewali gali, roasted sweet root near India Gate, etc.
The metro in Delhi is really remarkable. I usually travel in the ladies compartment to commute to my site. Every time I cannot stop myself from staring, admiring and being bit jealous about the north Indian beauties. They are tall, with long hair, spotless fair skin and nicely clad. The shear reason of their beauty and attractiveness is their strong health. One may not be beautifully proportioned but being healthy develops a kind of special glow around them and they steal the hearts!
It has been 4 months now and I am still exploring the city and adjusting to it. It’s fun and adventure especially because I am not alone and experiencing all this with my hubby.
Vinay had applied for change in address and shift in his internet connection with airtel one month before our wedding. It was one month after our marriage and the connection was not yet provided in spite of constant follow up! I reached the customer care center. When I expressed my concern and mentioned, I would rather like to discontinue service from their company; the attendant simply showed me where I will get connection cancelation form! I was dumbfounded by this. I gulped my expectations as a customer and decided to patiently wait for one more week. This was fruitless as expected and we finally decided to discontinue the service.
This ‘I don’t care much’ attitude is also exhibited in the roughly gushing cars on narrow, crowded lanes, in cars crossing over the dividers! Recently I faced the consequences first handed- I was rushing up on the road during busy morning hour. The summer has just started but still the sunshine was scorching. Suddenly I was pushed ahead and felt flat on ground. Public around made a roar and I realized that I was hit by a cyclerickshaw. I was in my senses to gather myself and get up. As soon as I stood up blood drops started dripping down from a corner of my forehead. A co-walker asked the rickshaw driver to drop me to a hospital. By this time I had picked up my scattered belongings from the road and noticed a dispensary just besides the road. I requested the co-walker lady to accompany me inside the dispensary. The rickshaw driver escaped as expected. There was nobody inside the dispensary. I was holding my forehead with one palm but that did not help in stopping the blood. It was dripping on the floor of the waiting area of the dispensary. A man in his pajamas came out, made a weired face looking at me, went back in and sent a lady out. I suppose she was the doctor there. She refused even to touch me and asked me to go to a hospital 2 km away! The lady accompanying me asked her to give me at least some cotton to hold on my wound. I was asking for cold water or ice, which was not available at the dispensary! Thankfully I was given some cotton. The lady with me held it on my wound and kept it pressed for a while. The blood stopped. Now the doctor was ready to have a closer look at me and said she can do the dressing for it! I was relieved. I thanked the lady and asked her to leave. The doctor cleared my blood stained face and bandaged it. She also injected me for tetanus. Now I was bit relaxed. I realized that one side of my dress was all stained with blood. My specs were broken and I had picked up only one glass from the road. I made payment to the doctor and was about to leave when the doctor said, “ Take this remaining cotton, wet it and wipe the blood stains on the waiting area floor.” I actually cleared the blood stains and left the dispensary! Another half part of my specs was waiting for me outside on the road. I picked it up and reached back home.
We have now started exploring the city of Delhi after setting up our home in Gurgaon. Every weekend we visit a new spot. The first thing that I notice about Delhi in comparison with Mumbai is ‘big’. Roads are big, scale of cultural events, exhibitions is big, huge markets and similarly huge people with huge appetite! Delhiites are simply in love with their food and fashion. People of all class are seen eating at all sorts of food joints from thella on road to expensive food outlets in the malls and high end restaurents! They are very proud of their food culture. “Arre Madamji, aapke Mumbai mein kaha aisa khaana milta hai?”…my site supervisor once mentioned to me while offering me snacks of samosa and paneer pakoda.
The weekly markets are always full of fresh fruits and vegetables and everybody buys loads of them! Till now we have relished ourselves with yummy food at Haldiram, deep fried parathas, khurchan and frothy lassi at chandani chowk’s parathewali gali, roasted sweet root near India Gate, etc.
The metro in Delhi is really remarkable. I usually travel in the ladies compartment to commute to my site. Every time I cannot stop myself from staring, admiring and being bit jealous about the north Indian beauties. They are tall, with long hair, spotless fair skin and nicely clad. The shear reason of their beauty and attractiveness is their strong health. One may not be beautifully proportioned but being healthy develops a kind of special glow around them and they steal the hearts!
It has been 4 months now and I am still exploring the city and adjusting to it. It’s fun and adventure especially because I am not alone and experiencing all this with my hubby.
Hey. Hope you are fine now. Was in Goa for few days. Read your blog today. Take care.
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