It rained in Delhi today.

And when I say “Rained” I mean, drizzled for a short amount of time.

But even with that, the streets were flooded. Which makes me a tiny bit worried for when the “real rain” comes. I’ve been warned about that. Not looking forward to it.

“Mall Culture”.

That’s a funny bunch of words right there.

In Kuwait, all I knew was “Mall Culture”. Admittedly I didnt really think it was any sort of “culture” at all though. No, I never really heard that phase until a friend mentioned it a earlier today.

I think one of the things I love about Delhi, is the abundance of malls lol.

I know I know, that’s probably one of the lamest things I’ve ever said.

But it’s hey, that’s my culture

Transport has to be one of the major problems in Delhi.

While I’ve previously discussed why I dont really want to get my ol’car here, sometimes it feels like such a necessity.

Although, this looks like a mighty fine way to get around. If only it had Air Conditioning

It never ceases to amaze me. How people ‘decorate’ their homes. Take this monstrosity for example.

Set up by the random old couple I live with. I wake up to this every morning. Eesh.

Delhi’s been sucking the moisture out of me the last couple days.

Ah. Feels just like Kuwait !

It’s amazing what an early morning 5:30am will help you come across.

For example this giant crowd of paper delivery boys sorting through their newspapers early in the morning, getting ready for their routes on their cycles.

I need to take more early morning walks.

It’s always fun to see a bit of yester-year going on in today land.

Take these horse drawn vegetable carts. Gotta love that about Delhi.

Ofcourse the poor horse looked like it was having a terrible day. In the present climate going on here, I feel bad for the thing.

It’s always good to have a bit of celebration in your life.

Not always the big things though.

Things like celebrating that the weekend’s finally arrived, by hanging out with friends. Or celebrating that your week went pretty well, by rewarding yourself with some much-needed-me-time on a Sunday morning.

Silly little things like that.

Ofcourse too much celebration can be a bad thing. Yet no celebration at all, is just as bad.

That’s what I’ve noticed going on around me. Call it un-appreciation ? Call it what you may. I personally think everyone could be a lot happier if only they learnt that sometimes…. You just need to Celebrate.

I’ve begun to throw around the word “Home” a lot.

Atleast I’ve just noticed that I have.

When people ask me where I’m from, well that’s a giant explanation right there. By now I have that story down tad.

But “Home“. Dont quite have a sense of that yet.

In Delhi I pay rent to live in some random old couple’s home. So hence, that’s not really my “home“, is it ?

No, thats not right at all. The closest place I’d call “Home” is way down in South India. And while that’s my parents “Home” it’s not necessarily mine.

Maybe the real definition of home would be back in Kuwait, in the apartment that I grew up in. Or that old apartment in Mumbai that i spent a majority of my childhood in.

Hmmm. Toughie.

At the end of the day, maybe “Home” is just the place you feel most untroubled by the world. The place you can unwind, lie down and think “God I’m so glad to be home“.

Admittedly, I’ve been sticking to just the hyped areas of Delhi. Places that my friends have told me to check out. Place I’ve heard about. Places listed in my lonely planet guide book.

But on the way to the office today, my rickshaw driver took a whole bunch of diversions, that eventually took us through a street which looked straight out of some sort of desert village of sorts.

Ofcourse by the time i actually took the picture, this is the best I could get lol.

I seriously need to start exploring Delhi more.

Ah how I’ve missed City life.

Cause a man’s gotta pay for his CK boxers, eh ?

So there’s something called a “Cooler” which is sort of like…less powerful than an air conditioner but better than a usual fan.

And here’s mine ! Weee.

Yeah nothing much to look at, eh ?

…in Delhi. Is a Bitch.

Honestly. It’s bad enough that it’s almost impossible to find a place to park, but then add on to that fact that you have to pay for parking ANYWHERE. If it was legal, that wouldnt be a problem but egads there are random people on the street that “help” you park and/or remove your car, then ask for a “Tip”.

Sigh. I miss home lol. Atleast with Parking meters you know it’s “going” to the right place.