Why do people keep classifying me as juvenile?
Question asked this morning (here).
Answered this evening (below).
Venue : Park Baluchi, Deer Park, Hauz Khas Village
People : Miss.Dada – the senior citizen, 2 silver jubilee citizens (of which one looks malnourished – has always), Miss.Juvenile-now-Juvenile-forever, Waiter
Miss.Dada : [leaves the table to attend a phone call => No clearly non-juvenile looking character at the table]
SilverJub1 : 1 Mojito please
Waiter : That is a cocktail Ma’m, contains alcohol.
SilverJub1 : Yes, I know.
Miss.Juv : [retardish grin]
Waiter : Sorry Ma’m, what’s your age?
SilverJub1 : 25.
Miss.Juv : [giggles loudly]
(by now suspicious) Waiter : Do you have some age-proof ID Ma’m?
Miss.Juv : [giggling even louder, pulls out SilverJub1’s institute ID-card]
SilverJub1 : But the age is not on this thing.
Miss.Juv : [giggling loudest]
(by now super-suspicious) Waiter : [gives curt stares]
SilverJub1 : Ah, here’s the driving license. As you see, I turn 25 just today.
Waiter : Thanks. Mojito then. [leaves]
Miss.Juv : [Uncontrollable giggling]
SilverJub1 & 2 : Stop giggling now.
Miss.Juv : But Akka, this is so funny. Why are they refusing to give us chicken?
Case rested. Age-related confusions are neither my mistake nor the other party’s mistakes. It’s the company I keep! 😐
This is to suggest that you abstain from underestimating people henceforth, for your own good.
I can tolerate being typecast into the wide-eyed NRI mould by your type, though I still am clueless why you do that. I am in fact, quite used to it (“You are basically from Chennai. . but you live in Europe na?” (!!!)).
But I shall not tolerate what you did.
How dare you ask me “so, which class do you study in?”.
That too on a morning when I was smugly celebrating silver jubilee!
Blasphemy! Moron! Go get your eyes checked!
See how tall I’ve grown!
And, if time permits, get your brain checked too.
Have you seen any school kid who appears at your gate at sunrise? Alone? 15 minutes before your ticket counter opens? And spend two hours as the lone privileged tourist with exclusive access to the Old Fort grounds doing this?
I thus warn you : Never ever make the mistake of underestimating one’s age & hence his/her ‘wisdom’ 😛
Angrily (not) yours,
Student who studies ‘college’ at IIT
You visit the Red Fort at Delhi. . What would you photograph?
If you are an average indian tourist.. (pardon the missing “I was there” snap)
If you are a DSLR toting foreign tourist or an “amateur photographer”..
If you are both of those, and additionally a “genius” 😉 ..
Watching colorful Indians, their antics and of course, their feet is far more interesting than looking around an over-crowded Mughal building on a scorching May day, ain’t it?
6:00 am – Pleasant morning. Might be a good idea to do some history spotting and photography.
6:30 am – Reach Hauz Khas Metro Station. The shutter to the underground railway station is half down. No one around. Feel for the pepper spray can in pocket & proceed with the safe feeling it provides.
7:10 am – Spot a pillar saying “Mehrauli Puraathathveeya Udhyaan” (Mehrauli Archeological Park) confirming that you are not lost. Excitement replaces the anxiety of walking alone on a deserted road with every passing cyclist slowing down to stare at you head to toe.
7:20 am – Set up tripod at Balban’s tomb. Two men appear from the foliage and come near you. The thought of pepper spray reinforces confidence.
8:00 am – Metcalfe’s Folly. Few uncles resting after their morning walk strike up a conversation with you – “beta, filum banaa rahe ho?”, “aajkal bachchon ki shauk hoti hai. . documentary banaane ka”, “nahi? toh kyun purane building ke photo lenaa?”, “aise hi? waah [all laugh]”. You think the world isn’t all that creepy anyway.
8:20 am – Marvelling the the moss near Quli Khan’s tomb. Over-protective uncle-ji arrives to give you a lecture.
“Nahin? Kahin akele to nahi ghoom rahe ho?”
“Akele? Photo lene? Dekho beta. . Itni subah akele maat ghooma karo.”
“Kyun? Kyun ki yahaan gandhe gandhe aadmi hain”
“Aise akele kyun jaana? Pata hain na zamaana kitna bigad gaya hain? Khud danger ko paas bulaana teekh nahi hain”
“Ghar mein tumhe aise akele kaise ghoomne dete hain?”
“Aise mat bolo. . Aaj kal ki ladkiyaan bhi. . Badon ke baat sunte hi nahin”
You can’t take it any longer. . You give him a lecture on how not just ‘subah’, ‘akele’ is unsafe and how the ‘gandhe aadmi’ attack people even at their homes. Show him pepper spray & in general, make the old man curse himself for attempting to give out unsolicited advice! 😛
8:35 am : Rajaon Ki Baoli. 5-6 dogs frowning at you for having invaded their privacy, but aren’t interested in protesting. You want to go down into the stair-well & click a few pics. But. . there is a young man who saw you coming and sat on the wall at the entrance. He has been looking at you since then. You think “Is this one of those ‘gandhe aadmi’?”. Idea of descending into the well dropped!
8:40 am : Searching for Gandhak Ki Baoli. Intend to go searching for the Bhoolbhulaiyya – Adham Khan’s tomb from there. Few more men pass you giving you the looks. One on a motorbike takes pleasure in startling you by whizzing past close to you. Dense foliage all around. Only dirty pigs and dogs there aren’t questioning your presence. You decide this is the area of the ‘gandhe aadmi’, turn around and walk back. With the pepper spray can in hand, one finger ready on the button.
8:50 am : Walking back to Qutb Minar Metro Station. The road that has come alive with vehicles, cyclists, fruit-cart-walas and pedestrians assures you of safety. The pepper spray has gone back to it’s nook in the backpack.
Thank you Uncle-ji. I gave you a piece of my mind confidently. But you managed to kindle the subconscious paranoia. I owe you the ‘pleasure’ of missing Gandhak ki Baoli & Adham Khan’s tomb.
Isn’t it sad? How we are programmed to assume that the world is creepy & dangerous? How you are never allowed to forget that? Especially if you are a female… Let alone over-protective uneducated uncle-jis in parks, even Profs tell you to lock the lab door if you work alone all night. . And to
try to make sure that atleast 2-3ppl are around.
I’m wondering. . Isn’t this “cautious” behaviour implicitly acknowledging that the ‘gandhe aadmis’ are in-charge? That the world is theirs to indulge in all kinds of crime? Telling them “We are afraid of you. We would curb our freedom & try our best to avoid you. But we’d never try to claim our right to be free by defying your taunts & threats. Please go around behaving as you please”?
Dec the 13th, 2009 : It starts today!
A purposeless mission taken up by an eccentric(slightly 😉 ) soul : To visit the Qutb Complex every other Sunday and record history-and-nature visually!
Warning : This eccentric soul (ES from here) is a psycho obsessed with the Qutb and what she calls her “photography skills”. Net result : Toooooooooooooooo many pictures of the Qutb Complex from umpteen angles to be presented on this blog over the next couple of years.
Disclaimer : The ES is not responsible for any trauma resulting from seeing pictures of the same damn place again and again and again.. and again!
Note : The photos presented in this section are by no means a complete set of beautiful(??) pictures that can be taken of the structures at the QC. This is JUST the tip of the ice-berg!
To the post now, after all those points to be noted..
This seems to be a popular angle to take in the minar’s beauty. . Lots of people love it. . So does our ES 🙂
The ES is EXTREMELY jealous of the little birdie.. The brat has easy access to such a nice little spot to enjoy the panaroma from! 😐
Now an unusual angle. . Which for once doesnt lead all eyes to just the Qutb! phew!
The view from the Alai Darwaza. . Whoa! The ASI definitely does a good job at maintaining this place.
What can be better than having a doorway like that one to flaunt and a window like this one to relax on?
With some history done, move on to see nature merging with history..
Mr. Squirrel too has a vantage point. .Not fair! 😦
A closer shot of ES‘s little friend 🙂
The ES’s little trip does seem to be fun though almost pointless. The “almost” is there for a reason. A super-hungry ES tasted the Andhra-Upma-Pesarattu at Govardhan (after waiting a good half hour for the folks’ kitchen to warm up to the first, really-early customer on this lazy sunday 😀 ). Just perfect to end the morning with. Actually, good enough for “Sunday Early Morning – bicycle – Qutb – photography – Pesarattu – Lab – Blog” to become a routine 😉
If its one thing to visit well known historic sites and know about the people and events behind it, its another to visit an obscure site with ancient ruins, whose history nobody knows about!
It is particularly funny when these buildings are right amidst the busy city, in fact, scattered among modern buildings. I am talking about my first outing on my bicycle. . To the unnamed ancient structures nearest to IITD.
Nothing too special about them except their age – which too I guess, is unknown, for the ASI hasnt cared to put up a board or anything notifying it. These seem to be parts of some ancient fort or complex (possibly the Hauz Khas Tank or Siri Fort) which have stood the test of time and civilization when their neighbours have been razed down to make place for roads and apartments. No carvings, no exquisite domes, no astounding heights – nothing really interesting enough for a tourist in the conventional sense. BUT..
Being there gives a feeling of having an intimate chat with the past! No sexy-sleek-camera toting tourists interested in proving to the world that they had “been there and done it” by getting pictures of themselves clicked at the “right” spots with the “right” structures for backdrop!
With just a few birds for company (and a dog who objected to my company!), I probably painted the picture of a complete crazy-nerd with my adventure-gear (camera, tripod, ipod, huge water bottle, bag equipped with apples, sweets, thepla and Indira Gandhi’s political bio!) to amused on-lookers. But who says a crazy-nerd cannot have fun? 😉
Here are the pictures of history well taken care of, but not really cared for!
Back at the hub of modern day technology (IITD 😉 ), my first successful attempt at capturing fellow-inmates!
P.S : Women ask for directions! But Delhi men either say “I dont kno” or give wrong directions!! 😛