So I am in Delhi….the place I have been dreaming to come to for a while, since school actually, I remember looking at a post card, in Sandrine’s bedroom, of the Taj and promising myself I will go there. (with her, this and Ayers Rock!)
I got exposed a little bit more to India when I arrived in the UK with the food ‘indian curry’, the corner stores but I guess my sensitivity towards India increased when I met my lovely friend Arati. I listened to some of her tales about her family country, her trips there, tasted some of the food with her (Cerritos in LA for Masala Dosa), went to Nepal with her, Mag and Marty, and then our company opened the office in Delhi where I tried to go work for a long time.
I guess Arati and Matia’s wedding helped me discover more of the culture, the traditions, the people with sharing some of the Indian experience like Mendhi, and also Usch and Dix’s wedding made me love it and wonder even more about it.
I was so proud of my first sari, kindly bought from Arun at work……and now no more wonders, imagination, I am here in Delhi for work which is a shame on one hand as I do not have as much time as I wished to discover but on the other hand, working here is another view on the society rather than being a tourist, a view which gives me a bit more insight on how the people live, interact, where they go…….so all in all I am very very happy.
Somehow it is everything I expected, the traffic is a bit more but the food stalls, the people, the cows on the street, the beggars, the ladies in sari….it’s all there but the most amazing is to be here. I love it and I have even mad dreams about Marty and I coming to relocate here and live the expats life for a little while, why not?
I just feel there is so much to see and to discover, the culture of the people, the people, the religions, the town itself, the food, the places to go out…….tonight Sundeep took me for a ride around town and I never cease to be fascinated by watching the side of the road, there is so much happening. We passed by the Indian gate at Sunset which was so beautiful and went up what really looked like the Champs Elysees except instead of having shops at the side of the street, it was grass and people having little promenades…..so pretty. We also went to grab a ‘Spicy’ Kebab in Khan market with Anand and Manob, two friends of Sundeep. In the car I loved hearing the chill out Punjab mix music and the more traditional stuff. It’s so cool I could totally live here, I wish Marty was here to share.
A few Hindi words : Dilli is delhi, buk buk is blabla, a guy is a cow so u can say what’s this guy doing in the middle of the road, J, tika is ok, okji is yeah yeah whatever, and whatever is west Punjab.