City Life – Friends Outside Facebook, Shivji Park, Gurgaon Life by The Delhi Walla - April 22, 2019April 22, 20190 Offline Relationships. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] It is rare these days to come across folks who aren’t on Facebook. That’s why these three gentlemen sitting in a hair-cutting salon in Gurgaon’s Shivji Park seem so special. Perhaps they are on Instagram, you may wonder. Bad guess. They have no clue about it. These middle-aged citizens of the Futuristic City are nonetheless still able to enjoy a life untouched by social media. “We don’t need Facebook to gossip,” says Suresh, the shop’s barber, laughing. The other two are Lalaji of the adjacent shop Lalaji Footwear and Ramniwas Kaushik, a bazaar landlord. The friends often pass the empty hours of their day “by not wasting time on mobile phone but in gupshup (chitchat),” says the
City Hangout – Water Fountain, Gole Park, Windsor Place Hangouts by The Delhi Walla - April 22, 2019April 22, 20190 Our home-grown Niagara Falls. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] Summertime shower Summertime in Delhi can be fearsome. Those who can afford it may simply dump the city for long stretches, fleeing to hillside resort towns such as Mussoorie. Others are likely to fly off to the US where they will be perhaps photographed strutting alongside the Niagara Falls. But most of us remain in the capital during the torrid summer, and this time the heatstricken citizens can seek solace at sprawling Gole Park in central Delhi’s Windsor Place. It’s now outfitted with a giant fountain spewing huge sprays of cold water as high as 25 feet. This central jet complements six smaller fountains climaxing to half that altitude— resulting in instant relief
Our Self-Written Obituaries – Devika Todi, Bombay Farewell Notice by The Delhi Walla - April 22, 2019April 22, 20190 The 233nd death. [Text and photo sent by Devika Todi] Devika Todi died while crossing the road to reach her office. An angry bull rammed into her. Her body lay all jumbled up. Her laptop was crushed. Her bag, however, remain intact, along with a picture from her last vacation where she can be spotted on a cliff with blue waves crashing against it. The world never made so much sense to Ms Todi as it did the moment she accepted that road as her bed and her blood as her blanket. Memories came rushing to her, while people with strange faces gathered to look at her finished life. She was of no use to anyone ever again in this capitalist world. 21 years of