In the distant lands of foolishabad, there lived two bees - wannabe and fumble-bee. They got crazy with the new wings they wore on that mighty beautiful day and roamed on the streets of the city; with a motive, an agenda on hand. This was one of their deadliest shopping missions they had been assigned ever. They flew in every nook and corner of the markitabaad to pick whatever they could and finally chose to rest on a wooden bridge which connected two shores of the shire; undearneath which, flew a dry invisible stream of desires....... :D
aah..nice imagination sir.. but dare u call Delhi foolishabaad..! and none of us is a wannabe or fumble bee.. no one did any shopping that day! but yes, desires flew..it was a splendid evening too
@ rajat.. yes, definitely.. i dont know if i would have loved Delhi equally had there been no connaught place.. the place holds memories, magic.. a charm of another world. a cosmosis of the old and the new and the unlimited possibilities and unlimited connectivity.. it is to me what the newyork skyline must seem to newyorkers. It seems like oodles of energy, fun, enigma, and most importantly freedom is constantly emanating from this place..and it has never disappointed me, ever. I could go there and roam around for hours..it has got the best of everything.. the best of books stores, the best of second-hand bookstores, the best of cheap clothes, the best of expensive clothes, the best of brands, the best of feri-wallahs, the best of street food, the best of elite food joints.. and the best of buildings.. who can miss that.. oh.. i just went on..here i stop ..
In the distant lands of foolishabad, there lived two bees - wannabe and fumble-bee. They got crazy with the new wings they wore on that mighty beautiful day and roamed on the streets of the city; with a motive, an agenda on hand. This was one of their deadliest shopping missions they had been assigned ever. They flew in every nook and corner of the markitabaad to pick whatever they could and finally chose to rest on a wooden bridge which connected two shores of the shire; undearneath which, flew a dry invisible stream of desires....... :D
ReplyDeleteaah..nice imagination sir.. but dare u call Delhi foolishabaad..! and none of us is a wannabe or fumble bee.. no one did any shopping that day! but yes, desires flew..it was a splendid evening too
ReplyDeletehehehe.... ahem ahem :D
ReplyDeleteThe revamped central park is the best thing that has happened to CP in recent times.... Don't you agree?
ReplyDeletei love the exploding clouds in the third pic:)
ReplyDelete@ rajat.. yes, definitely.. i dont know if i would have loved Delhi equally had there been no connaught place.. the place holds memories, magic.. a charm of another world. a cosmosis of the old and the new and the unlimited possibilities and unlimited connectivity.. it is to me what the newyork skyline must seem to newyorkers. It seems like oodles of energy, fun, enigma, and most importantly freedom is constantly emanating from this place..and it has never disappointed me, ever. I could go there and roam around for hours..it has got the best of everything.. the best of books stores, the best of second-hand bookstores, the best of cheap clothes, the best of expensive clothes, the best of brands, the best of feri-wallahs, the best of street food, the best of elite food joints.. and the best of buildings.. who can miss that.. oh.. i just went on..here i stop ..
ReplyDelete@ shibs.. yeah me too.. u shud have been there that day. Me and my friends were in newspaper the next day..i toldya.. CP is full of surprises
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