Guru Village to Silicon Plane

I was in Gurgaon, named after the land was gifted to Guru Drona by the Pandavas(this is googled, initially I thought that it was named as Jaggery= Gur and gaon as in village) . The village now has morphed in to a city of glass. As you can see 

Before

After

The change in the city has been enormous and following is the account of how a small town girl witnessed the seeping in of technology and practicality in soils.So basically this is not a very touristy piece

One is welcomed to the city of gurgaon by a long stretch of grey carpet and white dashed paint, which when trodden will leave you in the city of palaces- Jaipur. But to my luck, the city of palaces was a far off land and I stopped to glance and reflect at the silicon glass of the city of Gurgaon. To both right and left one witnesses the might of the human hand and gets astounded by the humongous structures. 

Honestly, for a person like me it was a little scary. The thought of being surrounded by this concrete jungle suffocated me a little and shaked me inside. But it also fills you with an awe of the ability of human mind,might and power.

I wondered behind those black reflective glasses, were the species similar as me or were they the slaves of the concrete they've been trapped inside. To my comprehension, you can't really judge, it's not black or white, it's a shade of grey(the colour) (oh not that grey ofcourse!)

So I was staying at my brother's house. The day started at seven, when we were woken from our slumber by the meek doorbell. When answered I found myself standing in front of "Maujuda Aunty". She cleaned and washed and tidied up the house and 7 more along with it. She was aged and had an air of sincerity, blessed with 4 children she worked hard to make both ends meet by scrubbing the unknown marbles for the ignorant faces. While I dozed off the sleep again I was again startled by the shy doorbell. This time I was standing in front of Bharati and a little boy child, who I got to know was a girl named Manasi( she had boy cut and it was hard to figure out). She came to cook. I brushed my teeth,dreaming of the gobhi ke paranthe I was soon going to hog.

The air was hot, sun shine bright and it was impossible to imagine life without an A.C. So the easy choice to enjoy the cool tickle of conditioned air and browse the gullies of the internet, judge people and contemplate life was obvious. With life as la vie en rose, I decided to break down further to the residents of the glass land and understand how life was for them.

A cursory visit to a cybercity was sufficient, to comprehend that the species here, values time more than money. They say all is fair in love and war but the fares these auto wala charged were so not fair. (you see word play ;) ). People seemed breathing in the air without the air of what was happening. These were the people far away from the reality, from the happenings of around, building up an intangible world which they wish touches life which is difficult establish, but still striving hard. The physical manifestation of it - Enter : FARAZI CAFE'.

So I had a meal at this cafe full of bold, deliberate and proud pretension( people say I am too liberal with this word, they should visit this place and judge.). So whole point of the place was farazipana and pretention and they nailed it well and hard. The food( Maska pav, Bhel, Paneer ki sabzi tarts me dalke) was delicate and decent and the music was amazing. But farzipana was sprinkled liberally in presentation and the menu design.

So after filling my stomach with enough pretension to last for weeks, In the evening I went for a stroll in the park. Overhearing the old married men complaining about their children and the kind of life they led made me miserable and filled my heart with pity for all these poor souls who are now neglected by their own kids.

I felt that people here are so engrossed in making an effort for fantastic"er" life for themselves that they have forgotten that it is not the final product which makes you happy. It is what you experience, cherish, love, care and share which makes each day fantastic"er" and hence life as a whole fantastic"est". I am happy not to be part of this neck wrecking, touching world yet. But I hope when the time comes I succeed in surviving this concrete jungle.