Two Nepali girls in New Delhi ---------------------------------- Despite being fifth trip to New Delh it was my first visit to India Gate. In school days I used to get confused between India Gate of New Delhi and Gateway of India of Mumbai. Well, after wandering around Palika Bazar and busy streets of Connaught Place I finally caught a bus to India Gate, an enticing monument and the identity of India after Taj Mahal which was made on the memory of Indian soldiers who fought for the country. What surprises me heavily in Delhi often is the simple yet sophisticated life. Ladies, gentlemen, and the youngsters patiently waiting for the city buses. Dressed in the modest way, "Taxi" like in Kathmandu? No way. No show off, no hip hop, no mini skirt, no cigar nothing else but a mobile in one hand and an English magazine in the other. Sounds great, isn't it? In the city buses of Delhi do not expect a conductor to come and ask for a ticket, you must go and help yourself. But it is pretty common to find many Delhities trying hard to play a tricky game. Clever enough. "India Gate...India Gate............." shouted a conductor in the hoarse voice. I got off pushing and shoving the crowd. In fact, I was greatly delirious to see it all with my naked eyes. The moment I got off from bus I flustered for a while as magnificent Rashtrapati Bhawan was on my right side whereas India Gate was beckoning from the other side. Interestingly I moved towards Rashtrapati Bhawan and a farcical temptation ran into my mind, whether I could get a glimpse of APJ Abdul Kalam, really I was foolish. Then I went to Parliament building and lamented for while where recalling event of 13th Dec happened. Meanwhile I pondered myself staring at building," Is this the ultimate destination of all the politicians, who are playing a game called politics just to get a berth here?" Anyway I felt great to be there. --------------- To be cotd... ------------------------ Please leaver your comments. Thanks