Delhi- Then and Now

"The only constant in life is Change", is a refrain that has always made great sense to me.

As everywhere I go after a gap, I find that things have changed. From one month to another, or more so , from one year to another.

For instance Delhi, a city that I've lived in from the time that I was in Class 11 and now that I've been away from India for almost two decades, see it changing/changed from one visit to the next.

Sometimes for the better and sometimes for the worse.

But I really do miss those days when we had Chanakya Cinema, where I saw the best of English movies, followed/preceded by a great meal at Nirulas, for a movie just didn't feel complete without that.

Or then the time that we could sit at the coffee shop in Akbar hotel, just us girls, and talk the night away. For we really did feel pretty safe then..

Or...or...or..

Today on the verge of the Commonwealth games, there's so much happening in terms of construction, flyovers, et all, but the spirit of the Delhi that I know and recognize is somewhat missing.

Possibly lost in all this stuff that goes under the guise of progress and development perhaps?

Or is it what is a natural progression is considered to be all about? For once, I'm unsure....

Delhi then and Delhi now...

Jai ho-Slumdog Millionaire

Till the other day, I liked this tune...Really liked it.

But today, I'm a little fed up,as I hear it played, day in and day out!
On every channel, everwhere, every day every hour....

So is there something like really having too much of a good thing?
Or then where does one learn to draw the line?

Yet, no offence meant to the music/movie/ any of that.

Just.......tone it down...please

My parents-and their Golden Jubilee

Yesterday my parents, Harnam and Satinder, completed 50 years of their marriage...Their Golden Jubilee.

....and I was there, as was my brother,both their children. With all other close family members, and their friends...some of whom had come from all over the country, just to be a part of this golden occassion.

And when the cake was cut,I looked at them, in the midst of all the excitement, sometimes almost amounting to confusion, I saw them exchange a look. Just for a moment..And I saw it then.

What 50 years of marriage really meant...Just a calm and clear understanding of each other..no need for extra or unneccesary words..Just being there for each other..

Through thick and through thin...just being a couple..

And I felt...happy, proud,all mixed up..

But most of all, I felt thankful..for being able to usher this particular Golden day with my parents.