It was a Thursday evening. I just got home from work, another rainy day has passed. I checked the places to visit in Delhi, AGAIN. The song “THE ODYSSEY” was playing on my new phone. The thoughts of Delhi being insecure and how one of my cousins had bad experiences in the capital thronged my head. Even when I didn’t want to think about it, the pictures of NIRBHAYA! When I was in school, my cousin always used to tell me his experiences in Delhi and I never really thought I would want to go there. It was never the destination for education or career. But the lanes of Delhi- 6, the poems about Delhi by Zubair Rizvi and Ghalib, the street food, the culture, the historic forts and the infrastructure from the Pre- Independence Era. The beauty of the places as seen in the works of the great photo journo Scott Schuman or Manou. One week, that’s it! Bang! Tickets done.
WHEN IN DILLI
” bichhaḌ ke tum se maiñ ne bhī koī sāthī nahīñ DhūñDā
hujūm-e-rahguzar meñ duur tak dekho akelā huuñ
koī TuuTā huā rishta na dāman se ulajh jaa.e
tumhāre saath pahlī baar bāzāroñ meñ niklā huuñ “
Before heading to the capital, my itinerary was almost scheduled. And it was scheduled real tight. I wanted to make the most of it, come on, it was my first time in Dilli after all and my very first solo trip. I can’t deny the fact that I was as scared as I was excited. From day-1 to Day-3 I did a LITTLE BIT of sightseeing which totally changed my perspective towards Dilli.
Now, when I think of Dilli, there is a smile on my face as I recollect the conversations I had with the two little kids at Chawri Bazaar, Munni at Shahpur Jat market, the Shikanji I had on my way to Jama Masjid, Daadi holding Nancy, one of her dogs for a pose for my camera, the unknown passerby handing over the singhada- something that I have never had before, the beautiful girl in lehenga at the metro station and the muhavare( idioms) of the hawker at Sarojini Nagar Market. There is so much going on at the very moment in Dilli. Just like the colourful walls of the capital, people are colourful too! I am grateful to all the people whom I met in the city and we share a different relationship now. A strong bond. I never knew I will make these many friends whom I would miss this bad. Thank you for making my trip so special and memorable. Dilli, you are so full of love. No doubt, you are called Dilwalo ki Dilli.
I really miss you!
♣ CREDITS ♣
PHOTOGRAPHY & EDITING | SHIVANI BORUAH
POEM | Shayari by ZUBAIR RIZVI
CONCEPT | A small photo story of Real Dilli through my lens
PLACES TO VISIT FOR A SHORT BACKPACKING TRIP TO DELHI|
- CHAWRI BAZAAR/ CHANDNI CHOWK: For the old delhi vibe
- SAROJINI NAGAR MARKET: Shopping spree
- SHAHPUR JAT MARKET: An insight to the beautiful so- called Fashion Street
- LODHI COLONY/ LODHI GARDENS: STREET GRAFFITI ART/ Historic Tombs respectively
- PALIKA BAZAAR: An underground Market
- LAJPAT NAGAR MARKET: Another Shopping Spree
- A trip in DELHI METRO: MUST
- MAJNU KA TILLA: Tibetan Colony; Great Food and Bootleg products
- DILLI HAAT: Statewise Food and Souveniers
I hope you could see the REAL DILLI through my lens. From Day- 4 onwards AIFW had started, the real reason for me being in the capital, which will be covered in another upcoming post.
P.S.: I am not a photographer!
~ Lots of Love,