On lesser human beings. The Delhi Walla is not a member of The Delhi Golf Club. Thank God. The 220-acre course of green grass and Lodhi-era tombs mirrors the perverse side of this city. One of the Club Rules cited on its official website says: Members Domestic...
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The philosophy of nonsense. Tumri maa ko choot number Apni maa choot walle The Delhi Walla saw this Devnagri calligraphy by an unknown Bhasarian artist at an office basement in Nehru Place, a commercial district in South Delhi. The sense of the lines is unclear but two...
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The philosophy of nonsense. Gadhe ke poot, yahan mat poot. The Delhi Walla saw this calligraphy by an unknown Bhasarian artist in Tolstoy Marg, a road in Central Delhi named after the author of Russian classics Anna Karenina...
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Click on Ghalib. With the launch of Rekhta, the most comprehensive website on Urdu poetry, the 800-year-old tradition finds itself dragged screaming and kicking into the 21st century. Unveiled in January 2013 at a ceremony in India Habitat Centre, the site offers everything from ghazals and couplets...
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The philosophy of nonsense. The image of a dark-skinned barber’s modest salon (complete with towels and a mirror) is imposed on a patchwork of hundreds of snapshots of street vendors and homeless people. The Delhi Walla saw this graphic on Barakhamba Road. It is depicted on the...
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The philosophy of nonsense. ‘Israel we hate you.’ The Delhi Walla saw this calligraphy by an unknown Bhasarian artist in Aurobindo Marg, a road in south Delhi. It is depicted on the boundary wall of Hauz Khas Apartments. This is the fifth instance that I have come...
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The philosophy of nonsense. ‘Rich Fucks.’ The Delhi Walla saw this calligraphy by an unknown Bhasarian artist in Archbishop Makarios Marg, a road in central Delhi named after the first President of the Republic of Cyprus. It is depicted on the boundary wall of Delhi Golf Club....
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The philosophy of nonsense. Three heart-shaped outlines. The Delhi Walla saw these drawings in the Oberoi Hotel flyover. They are depicted on the pillars adjacent to Lodhi Road, which runs through the underside of the flyover. This is the third instance that I have come face-to-face with...
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Meeting of voices. Three days, 10 sessions, 13 Indian languages, 60 writers. The first Samanvay festival of Indian languages will be hosted in Delhi by the India Habitat Centre in partnership with Delhi Press and Pratilipi Books from 16-18 December, 2011. “We are...
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The philosophy of nonsense. ‘Fuckass.’ The Delhi Walla saw this calligraphy in the middle circle of N-Block, Connaught Place, Delhi’s colonial-era commercial district. It is depicted on a white paan-stained wall, whose paint is peeling. Immediately below is the anatomical sketch of a woman. This is the...
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