Photo Essay – The Heartbeat of Delhi
Connaught Place after 8 pm.
[Text and pictures by Mayank Austen Soofi]
To listen to Delhi’s heartbeat, make a round of the Inner Circle (or Outer Circle) in Connaught Place. Do it after 8 pm. Don’t walk inside the corridor but on the pavement next to the road, under the open sky.
At this time, the electric bulbs of highrises such as Statesman House and LIC Building will be twinkling behind a haze of smoke. The glow of the streetlights will be mixing in with the moonshine. Inside showrooms, the attendants will be handling the day’s last customers. Behind the glass panels of fast food outlets, solitary souls will be feeding on french fries. At bus stops, the home-bound day-jobbers will be standing with their lunch boxes and leather bags. In parking stands, lonely homosexuals will be cruising for sex.
Elsewhere, the doped beggars will be huddling together to smoke more hashish. The tormented lovers will be counting minutes to the farewell hour. The anemic street children will be selling colourful balloons. The tourists will be walking with their eyes glued onto their Lonely Planets.
And when you have to cross the road between the shopping blocks, the zipping cars will not stop for you. To your urban sensibilities, the sound of their blaring horns will be like the climactic movements of a symphony orchestra. Trust The Delhi Walla, you will want a repeat performance.
Please blow your horn
Waiting for someone
Where’s my bus?
Home is the city
Beethoven’s Symphony No. 6 (Pastoral)