As I landed in Delhi, the power center on India, I had expected a gleaming edifice erected to usher in the international travelers from all round the globe.
What I had not expected was the chaos outside - the opposite of all that sterile and gleaming inside. Traffic - well, the less said the better ! It was like being a lonely little fish swimming in a river filled with piranha. We did manage to reach our destination without a single scratch. A trip to Karol bagh was an eye opener. How, with one of the largest populations in the world, we as a country still manage to retain our sanity. A ride in the Metro would have been entirely remiss - hence off we trudged off. I am pretty sure the NY metro would have been entirely overwhelmed by the simple numbers - and I don't believe NY metro manages to scan each and every baggage !
India - a place where the abject poor share living space with the filthy rich. And no, I am not talking in a phrase. I am talking literally, where a peep outside a storied apartment shows a stark reality. People whose entire day's meal consists of rice and a handful of potatoes.
India - where we pay more for petrol than those in the US, where a single cherry fruit costs r 10($0.20).
Welcome to my India !
