Mission Delhi – Vinod Kumar Jain, Paharganj Mission Delhi by The Delhi Walla - February 9, 20220 One of the one percent in 13 million. [Text and photo by Mayank Austen Soofi] It is evening. The man in mask is patiently looking out into the street through a curtained glass window. He is dressed in a three-piece suit, complete with a tie (and a winter season pullover). The 70-year-old Vinod Kumar Jain — MBBS, gold medallist (MGM College, Ranchi University, Jamshedpur, 1979) — awaits his next patient, here at Hem Raj Clinic in the hotel district of Paharganj in central Delhi. A “general practitioner”, Dr Jain has his establishment opposite the now-closed Imperial Cinema. It is soaked in the ambience of a previous world. The wood-panelled walls date back to 1953 when the clinic was set up by his
Mission Delhi – Sameer, Connaught Place Subway Mission Delhi by The Delhi Walla - February 9, 20220 One of the one percent in 13 million. [Text and photo by Mayank Austen Soofi] The evening is cold. He is standing idly in a Connaught Place subway. A street hawker, he sells what he calls “dream catchers”. Unlike the dreams, though, these are tangible things and are arranged along a wooden structure that he carries on his shoulders. Each of the “dream catchers” comprises a colourful disc decked with dyed feathers. They look like a crown. Is one supposed to wear it on the head? Sameer laughs. “No, no, you hang it in your car or in your home.” Vigorously nodding his head, he says “the dream catcher helps you get good dreams at night… all you have to do is
City Walk – Golf Links Glimpses, Archbishop Makarios Marg Walks by The Delhi Walla - February 9, 20220 Far from the madding crowd. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] The earthen flower pot is sans the flowers. But it is gigantic, a showpiece worth showing off. This could be a drawing room corner in a 2BHK DDA flat. But this is actually a pavement in Golf Links Colony. The pot stands around the turning. The central Delhi neighbourhood is everything that Delhi is not. Broad avenues, wide side paths, placid quietude, and barely anybody out walking, shoving, pushing, running, chatting, swearing, laughing, mumbling, cursing, yelling, pickpocketing, mugging or spitting. Golf Links feels delinked from the city. Trespassing into its bird-filled boulevards fills an outsider with nervousness. It is like being in a five-star hotel lobby — the doorman might approach you