The other day I was waiting for someone to pick me up from Statesman House. It wasn't too long a wait - only 30 minutes or so - but six persons came and asked me for directions.
Of course, my knowledge of the capital city is famous for its limitations and these people had the misfortune to bump into me. But I guess in this case it wasn't entirely my fault.
They didn't want to go to Greater Kailash, India Gate or Noida. In fact, one of them wanted directions to go to 'Jheel' wherever that is. When I pleaded ignorance to knowing where Jheel or Jawahar Nagar or Anand Vihar was or how to get there, I was given some pretty (or rather un-pretty) withering looks.
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Just when I was about to give up and commit suicide, the sixth country bumpkin showed up and asked for directions to the British Council.
Finally! A place that I know like the back of my hand. I gave the perplexed stranger precise instructions to get there, secure in the knowledge that I was not useless after all - that I had been stationed there by Destiny for this precise purpose. To guide this hapless creature to his destination.
I looked up to the sky and smiled - a pretty big smile. And wished fervently that no more country bumpkins may cross my path again.
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ReplyDeleteI wish that your wish may come true. Out all you country bumpkins!
yes happens. Even to people like me who think they know delhi well:)
ReplyDeleteNo one can really "know" Delhi completely. Not even autowallahs. You better beware of anyone who tells you he knows every inch of the capital city.
ReplyDeletehey i know all those places..not bad for i havent been there for last 2 yrs :)
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