sojourn at delhi.

i had an envision of the national capital as something it did not turn out to be,right from the moment i entered the outskirts of delhi.i was expecting highrise buildings to greet my eyes on arrival,but all i could see was a seemingly unending stream of slum.and the New delhi station,i was dumbfound.i expected the station to be hygienic at the least if not posh,being the pride of the nation.i couldnt stop muttering,guntakal station is by far better,it was all but disarray at the station. i had to make a pick,either search for a bus or take an auto.for i could make my way to the prepaid counter,i decided in favour of the latter.i had to go to old rajendra nagar,but he took me to the new one,i had presumed the auto people are all the same,rogues who flick ur money off, some way or the other.they realy arent so,he was quite wellbehaved and he indeed demended no extra bucks,it was quite a smooth ride,than wat i had thought it would be.in 20 minutes,i was at my destination.i could see more of the brighter side of delhi.but the buses and the autorickshaws are a mockery of modernisation,they all seem to be in desperate need of a garrage visit, so was their plight,all around the city,man did i miss the bmtc.heigts of all,a human pulled tricycle there left me nowhere,it had been a while since i had seen any,anywhere.i had learnt quite a few things,life doesnt always offer things you expect to be getting.i was at my destination at last.
The hysteresis prevailed,after being in train for such a long time,i was still shaking,my walk was visibly precarious.it was time to have a bath and a long nap,the next morning i set off to do some loitering,i could from a distance gaze at the parliament,the india gate and the whole of the central secretrait,
what struck me was the lines i read in mein kampf,i am quite a hitler fan,i felt these buildings flaunt socialist movement that holds no relevance to the day,my days were full of surprises,when my aunt told me it gets dark at 5 in the evening and visibility becomes 0,i told myself,oh she s going 19 for a dosen,how could it be,and when i was still making my way through karol bagh,all lights were on,my watch read 4:30,i thought my watch had stopped working.it was not so,i could see the same same time el;sewhere,it had been running and quite well too.
there was one last thing i wanted not to miss,the delhi metro,i was ecstasised,no traffic bull shit,just speed by on the tracks,save time.loved it like heaven.got through some of the poshest areas of the city,and it was time to get back to namma bengalooru.way back in the train was not as much eventful,i could see the same slums, i could conclude "every darkest cloud has a silver lining,and brightest of the skies has its clouds"