Will we ever leave?

29 June 2009 at 1:36 am (*Sigh*, Cuisine, Journal?, Material girl?, Shiny offices, Weather-wise) (, , , , , , )

Delhi is burning. We work in air conditioned buildings, breathing re-cycled air, sipping not-so-nice coffee and staring at our office laptops typing emails and creating documents and calling on people’s extensions. Delhi is burning and I am heading for a burn out. The phone rings constantly, the cell phone rings too, the emails don’t stop and it’s too hot to do anything over the weekend. It’s not like I didn’t try. I did. I lost it within an hour of being in CP (I had some work to do, I don’t usually step out at 1 pm on Saturdays when it’s 44 degrees out there) (Oh! Celsius).

Of course, I had to have Butterscotch milkshake from Keventer’s and a chicken patty from Wenger’s, it’s a tradition/ ritual of sorts when visiting CP. The milkshakes are to die for, they are Rs 25 for a big big bottle of whatever flavour you want and the chicken patty is now Rs 33 but it’s still the same chicken mince stuffing and this lovely golden brown… such much love! This consumption helped only with the energy burst… My face was bright red (thanks to the sun, sunscreen never works), I was finishing bottle after packaged bottle of water, and repeating anything stupid or funny being said by passers-by. The brother pushed me away from people and closer to shoes. I am proud to say that I finally bought something purple and red in the same day. I also picked up books… Murakami and Kureishi… Sigh.

Nothing can be done about this, this insane delayed-monsoon-crazy-angry-summer situation! We have fucked over nature so much that now we have to suffer… but was it really our fault? Why can’t nature punish the ones who fucked up? Why us? The air conditioner cannot be on all day right? Right? Gah! We are dehydrated… it feels like the onset of a hangover 24/7. What we need is a summer vacation. No, not annual leave. We should just stop functioning. Hibernate but in very cool, dark places. Heh.

Delhi is burning. I am working on the edge. Nowhere is safe anymore! Nothing is a respite anymore! I want to smile. I want to laugh. I want to not have nightmares about the stage collapsing at some event we are organising and being blamed for it! I don’t want Excel to be personified in my dreams as the bad guy! I want a pedicure and a manicure while sipping on JD and coke. I want to run back to the hills, rent a small place and stay there for a long long time. I want to come back here only when they promise me a good Delhi winter.

25 Comments

  1. Purely_Narcotic said,

    Heh. Such much love! :)

    Delhi is so hot that it’s making you delirious? tsk, tsk!

  2. joseph said,

    me.. i’m just waiting to leave this madhouse for good. i’m from down south, where it’s summer all year through, and the delhi heat is becoming insaner(?) each year.

    the winters… that’s another extreme of madness. seriously, what am i doing in this town?

    • Sirop said,

      Haw. No more torturing yourself? No more suffering and testing how much more of this you can take? Jeez! How can you Joseph! How can you leave this cultural melting plot, this ever breeding city, this this wondrous monuments-next-to-ugly-houses filled city?! Most importantly, how the hell will you get the awesome food ANYWHERE else? How?

      • joseph said,

        if they don’t serve beef without having to hide it behind words like tenderlion (sic), the food is not awesome.

        culture, shmulture. the only thing melting is me. and all us other people who wander out at noon.

        • Sirop said,

          The food is good. All sorts of food. This food, that food… cheap and expensive and not so cheap and not so expensive. Also, where else will you get such amazing mithai! The food is great. The rest of the shite is going down… so bleh.

          • joseph said,

            it’s too hot to argue. i shall pretend to love delhi, for the sake of peace.

  3. stop dreaming start action said,

    nice to be here ,thanks for sharing, friend..have a nice day :)

  4. ani said,

    hahaha !!!

    this ever breeding city !! nice…!!!

  5. abhishek said,

    Keventer’s?? Never knew there was one in Delhi. Aaah…the name conjures up pleasant memories of sleepy breakfasts on 5 types of pork in Darjeeling…*sigh* *sigh*

    Murakami..i lurve..which one did you pick up?

    • Sirop said,

      This is famous for milkshakes… I don’t think it’s the same one. This is ooold and tiny and serves the best milkshakes! I want 5 types of pork!

      Kafka on the shore. :)

  6. abhishek said,

    Aah..the boy named Crow…i started Murakami with it…

    and sheeez..only milkshakes…well the one i was talking about is pretty old too…and known for its breakfast spreads…stuff its been serving since the days preceding independence..

  7. Eric Richardville said,

    It is really hot over here as well. I feel your pain. The rain has cooled it down a bit but still, the heat index the other day was 115. I just hope it keeps raining. I hope it cools off for you too.

    • Sirop said,

      Where is here?

      And, and… we did get some rain! :D

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  10. Soumyaranjan Dash said,

    Delhi was so hot till the first drop of rain touched the earth!

    • Sirop said,

      And now we pray for more rain despite the “less than normal monsoon” warnings. I think some kids should get together and do a rain dance!

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