Misnamed stops, delayed arrivals and departures, restricted movement... The route to enduring romance is far from smooth, indicates Jaishree Misra
in a short story written exclusively for Brunch Quarterly.
A breather from crime is what the Delhi Police want for the Capital's northeast district. Pranayam
and Sudharshan Kriya
(breathing exercises) are the weapons of choice. Subhendu Ray
Anglo-Indians make up an essential part of the Raj’s story. Delhi, too, has its share of Anglo-Indians.
It’s a hot Delhi afternoon and Philomena Berkeley, 79, listens to Song Sung Blue by Neil Diamond.
As you walk along the corridor of the outer circle of Connaught Place’s K-block, a signboard above the stairs reads: “The Gidney Club: The All-India Anglo Indian Association (Delhi Branch)”.
A bespectacled, dhoti kurta-clad gentleman haggling over the price of fish in heavily accented Hindi — if that’s your idea of a typical Bengali, then most Dilliwallah Bengalis would definitely not fit into the frame.
As you find your way through the motor spare parts shops, leather goods showrooms, hawkers, carts and the general cacophony of Kashmere Gate, a narrow staircase welcomes you to the very different world of the Bengali Club.
If you want to know how many Bengalis live in an area, the best way is to just land up at the local pandal during Durga Puja.
New Delhi’s status as the Capital prompted several Tamilians to migrate here, for better jobs as well as businesses, and to change the way Delhi ate and lived. Nivedita Khandekar
On a cold winter evening in December 1919, the PL Vaidya household at Naya Bazar, just outside the walled city, north of the Lahori Gate, was abuzz with activity. Nivedita Khandekar
reports. Festivities in delhi
Naya Bazar, as the name suggested, had come up just outside the old city, north of Lahori Gate—one of the several gates of the walled city.
I usually enjoy my trips to Delhi. I put up at the company guest house near Connaught Place and gape at the city on my way from the airport. I goggle at the wide tree-lined roads, the unending flyovers, the imposing buildings and sigh with immense satisfaction. This is what our capital city should look like, I think, this is a place fit for the rulers of a billion people. Manas Chakravarty writes.
It was sheer luck that nothing untoward happened on Sunday when Delhi's tony T3 airport terminal went on the blink for over four hours, said an unnamed source. Lalita Panicker writes.
In 1947, Pakistan’s founder had more than politics on his mind. A lesser known side to Mohammad Ali Jinnah, the founder of Pakistan, was that he was a careful and persistent investor in shares and landed estates. Vivek Shukla writes.
Like most well-off youngsters in the Capital, he loves to drive around town in his SUV and while away his time watching cricket or Bollywood flicks.