I was part of a group on a walk through the station and Paharganj led by Javed and Shekhar, both young men, both of whom had been 'street children' for several years...
The vast estate of Begam Samru, all around her haveli, once stretching almost from the Old Delhi Railway Station to Chandni Chowk, is today Bhagirath Place
The tourist traps at Chatta Chowk in Red Fort
Three Catholics, a Muslim and a very lapsed Hindu went to the Church of Our Lady of Vailankanni in Delhi. Some of us prayed, some hung out and made ethnographic observations, some of us did both. We were all smiling as we left with our own different
Heard of Pir Ghaib—the invisible, mazaar-less saint? You don't believe in invisible presences in the world? Ever watched Discovery Channel?
I had asked James, "You live in a cemetery. Aren't you afraid of the ghosts?" He had only laughed. "There are no ghosts here. I never feel uncomfortable. The only place where I've felt their presence is in Goa."
One day, in his old age, the good king Anang Pal Tomar decided to go on long pilgrimage, and leave the kingdom in the care of two relatives, Prithviraj and Jaichand...
Ever endured a ghazalling dinner? Do you know what a ghazal is? Are you thinking Pankaj Udhas? You are? Uh, oh.
Doing my Majaz/Frost dead poet act. City Night and I wander glum and unemployed. I have been one acquainted with the night... At 2.30 in the morning, flambéed gulabjamuns taste divine.
Delhi trembling with fear. That panicked city on the TV is not my city. That city exists only on the planet of 'breaking news'. If only our news channels would visit this city, on this planet, occasionally. And sometimes board a bus...
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