Delhi certainly didn't disappoint, and neither did my hometown of Ludhiana.In the ten days that I have been back home, I have experienced the city like I never did when I was living here while growing up. The pothole ridden roads, roads that literally turn into streams during monsoon, the unruly traffic, the blaring horns from two-, three- and four-wheelers - I was surprised to find myself completely at ease with, if not actually enjoying everything. There is something oddly satisfying about seeing hordes of people moving about in the city - it is not like US where all one sees on highways is fast moving traffic - just an endless string of cars and SUVs going somewhere, and in their own lanes.
I found the chaotic traffic, ceaseless noise, vehicles spewing smoke, and dusty roads etc. oddly therapeutic. One is so engrossed in making it to ones destination that the only way is to keep ones focus on the road and in the now. Everything else is blocked out. Getting from one place to the other is a project in itself, and at the end of it there is that sense of accomplishment that I've made it, alive and well! Atleast it has been so for me. Where else can one experience that always-on-the-edge excitement, and that too daily?!
I found the chaotic traffic, ceaseless noise, vehicles spewing smoke, and dusty roads etc. oddly therapeutic. One is so engrossed in making it to ones destination that the only way is to keep ones focus on the road and in the now. Everything else is blocked out. Getting from one place to the other is a project in itself, and at the end of it there is that sense of accomplishment that I've made it, alive and well! Atleast it has been so for me. Where else can one experience that always-on-the-edge excitement, and that too daily?!
