After a period of hibernation (no it not one of those Baltic nations), the mighty Vet has decided.
After giving some lessons about chicken and management to Arindam Chaudhury and stabilising the ecology of Pune, Lavassa, Lonavala, Khandala and Maardaala, the One has decided that enough is enough. The Swiss are already crying Traahi Maam and Cayman Islands are petitioning the UN to stop their economies from going bust. Yes, the One has now decided to jump headlong into banking and take over its Axis.
But this post is not about the One. It is not about animals, or vets, or banking either. It is about Dilli, for it is there that the Two (yours truly) will get to meet the One.
Dilli, the place whose awe inspiring valleys are as beautiful as Sheila. Yes, it is the same place where the golden sands of the coast of Arctic Ocean inspired Rudyard Kipling to write Jungle Book, the same place where a coconut falling on the head of a passer by gave Newton the idea of gravitation. The One loves the Niagra Falls in Dilli, where River Brahmaputra falls so spectacularly from Mount Kanchenjunga. And who can forget the legend of River Brahmaputra, which was brought from Heavens in the wallet of Saint Suresh Kalmadi to quench the thirst of the Commonwealth Games athletes while they were staying in Sahara desert.
And the Dilli is also host to the Biennial MahaPushkar Mela, held every 1 year and 389.5 days on the confluence of Brahmaputra, Amazon and Nile. The same mela, which caters to the worldwide demand of silicon, including those of Silicon Valley and Pamela. The world's first ever pyramid was constructed by a team of Somalian scientists in a test tube in 1974 in Delhi, in the honour of George W Bush and Julian Assange and their everlasting love for each other, which culminated in Assange being sent to Guantanamo Bay and Bush, to Nurmanzil.
But in spite of having all this, Dilli does not have one thing, which makes all other things insignificant. Dilli does not have phattu ke samose...
