Par kaun jaye ae zauk, Ye dilli ki galiyan chhorh kar

I belong to a small town of uttar pradesh called 'Mohammadi'. When I first came to Delhi I found it a city of so much crowd, insensitive people, the dangerous blue line buses, choley baturey and daal makhni. I was frightened by the city. Slowly, I got used to all this hustle and bustle of the capital of India. After spending almost four years here, somehow, I feel connected to this city.
I am less interested in today’s cosmopolitan and mall cultured Delhi. But the thought give me nostalgia that I am living in a city that has great eminence in history. The city that has seen rise and fall of so many great empires. The city of Mughals. The city of Ghalib. The city of forts and shrines.

I also like Lutyen’s Delhi, the area that contains Rashtrapathi Bhawan, India Gate, Parliament House etc. (most of the buildings are designed by Sir Edwin Lutyens). I love the greenery on roadside of south and central Delhi.

One day while surfing internet i came across a blog which was all about delhi. Its author, Mayank Austen Sufi, loves to roam around the lanes of delhi. I love to see delhi through his blog ‘The Delhiwalla’.

Here is a sher from Zauk:

Hamne maana dakkan mein hain , bahut se kadr-e-sukhan,
par kaun jaye ae zauk, ye dilli ki galiyan chhorh kar

p.s : here, people are insensitive but helpful.