New girl in Dalli.

Anyone who pockets a new job in Gurgaon, goes through the same dilemma. To live or not to live in Gurgaon (pronounced 'gurrgen', like bourbon).

Dusty, crime-ridden, polluted, badly planned, characterless, pervertly expensive gaon
vs
Less dusty, possibly less-crime ridden, equally polluted, more populated, a city with a personality and foodie heaven galore

Delhi won - hands down !!

Then comes another dilemma.

Travel to work:

Car: The rocketing petrol prices will burn an irrepairable hole in my new Kenneth Cole (what a bargain on an online store) wallet. I hate driving. So who will drive - your pop? Drivers cost Rs 10000 a month in Delhi. That freaking hole is just getting deeper. Plus, traffic is so frustrating - would take me an hour or two to get to work everyday and I would lose the rest of the hair on my head too with all that stress of getting to work on time.

Auto: My daddy don't allow princess to go in auto in delhi.. It's too unsafe for girls ya !!! (Imitating Kiki a.ka. Simi Garewal's younger, irritating alter-ago that allows her to flirt with stars half her age on television without being judged - oops. off topic.)

Metro: Hmm, That doesn't sound like it could be a viable option. It's run by the government for god's sake. And in India, the government is the anti-thesis of reliable, timely or efficient so what can I expect from any service they run?

But what a pleasant surprise. A few trial runs later, the metro service proved me wrong and stuffed socks in my mouth.

And so began my daily love affair with the dilli metro.

My rendevous with you (the dilli metro) every morning and evening, has kept me amused, annoyed, excited, disgusted and delighted since two months now. Thank you.