The fast paced unsafe life. Access to the best of everything
high-class glazed in artificiality. The well-connected always herded metro. The
unsatiable desire for conveniences leading to growing stress. This is the city
of Delhi, which I refrain from calling ‘my’ city. I feel I don’t belong here.
On one
hand while it has become home to MNCs and giants which have world-class and multistoried
offices with chic coffee shops nuzzled in every corner. There is insane traffic
and road rage to get to these offices, every single day. While there is an
excellent network of highways and flyovers with ingenious design all over the
city, there is no check on the alarmingly growing number of cars and unmanageable traffic which make all the resources always insufficient.
There are the best of international brands in premiere malls and markets, which
are vulnerable to bomb blasts. And there are the finest restaurants and pubs all
over the city but no safety guaranteed for women going to such places or going
anywhere in the city for that matter. Forget about women, even small girls are subject to barbarism.
The capital city, hub of the passive Central Government and also the breeding ground
for parasitic criminals who get more confident of getting away because of the lack of
action and failing of every system. And to top it all there is the affluent feigned
class competing to get more affluent than the most affluent and mercilessly squashing
the laws with money.
I don’t feel safe here,
at any time. This is not my city, not anymore.
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