Sumeet Singh

if at any point of time you feel the pseudo-modernization of society in delhi is slowing down, head over to any coffee joint in south delhi. You will never cease to observe girls aged 20-26 walking around in shortest shirts possible with ultra mild cigarettes in their hands. Now before people accuse me of being an orthodox sexist, I must comment about the guys who bring accompany girls to the joints. They are wannabe metro-sexual, all wearing designer shirts with sleeves rolled up and the trendiest cell phones in their hands. Out of about 50 people sitting in Barista, Green Park, I could not count more than 15 enjoying their coffee. Others chose to order ice-tea or some sort of fruit punch. Ordering a non-caffein product in a coffee shop is no less a sin than ordering a pepperoni pizza at billu da dhaba.
A popular Mr-Know-It-All guy amongst a group sitting on the table right opposite mine cleverly comments on the successful business model of opening book shops within the cafe. I usually prefer to keep my ears closed for any frequencies coming from other tables, but couldn’t resist such an explanation.

Talking about gadgetery showoff, the outlets in Green Park and Saket will also feature people carrying their laptops and showing off as if it were some rare commodity. At once I was happy to see that WiFi has finally come to Indian coffee shops, but soon realized the laptops were used to play music and downloaded YouTube videos. I just hope this pseudo-modernization does not infect the western part of Delhi. For those of you who don’t know what Rajouri Garden and Punjabi Bagh people are (in)famous for, feel free to visit any of the markets on Sunday evenings. The horns on the roads are well supplemented with Shinda ringtones that constantly emerge from different cellphones. What happens in West Delhi is yet another story that I may write about sometime later.

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