Poor Brothers!

Delhi is a weird place. People say its warm. well its too premature for me to explore it interestingly, delhiites, almost all of them-the middle class singhjis, the next door neighbour, your office colleagues, the top sorporate-almost everybody have a strange fixation to incestuousness. and tries to thrust it on others. Almost everybody here use a commonplace expletive which accuses you of sharing bed with...your sister! irrespective of sex, position, level, friend or not.

So when you drive rashly, when you fail to impress others, when you fail to do something which anybody expects you to do, when you hit somebody, when you poke fun at somebody...and even when you do nothing...you can expect people to label you as an incest.its normal, natural, commonplace and fair.

whats funny is that females are also addressed by the gaali behind their back, thus either doubting their sexual preference or its just a mindless piece of terminology. and well, when they get tired of the sisters, they bring in the mothers which is worse. and apart from sisters or mothers they dont go beyond. variety is missing, deliberately so. they have taken the essence out of the expletive. it has become very common now. so much so that a day might arrive when it will be used in occasions also...so Mr Sharma can turn up at the republic day function and address Mr aggarwal as "arey sggarwal saab, aap to kal se zyada behen ch*d lag rahe hain! kya baat hain?"

When I was in chennai, the gaali from my colleagues used to disillusion me. Now I am used to listening to it from all quarters. its natural now.

But I feel bad about all the sisters of this world. its an accusation which all of the sisters (if not...) would find highly offensive. But I feel more bad about the menfolk who take such a charge so lightly and never raise a word. Maybe the fact that some of them are said in jest dont bother them. Yes delhiites are so warm that even an expletive doesnt draw any kind of foul reaction from the listener.

Yeh Dilli hain mere yaar...