One afternoon The Delhi Walla went knocking around houses in Old Delhi’s Matia Mahal asking the residents, “May I please climb to your rooftop?” I was refused. People thought I was crazy. But I only wanted to see how Jama Masjid looks from the roof of a Walled City house. Read more
Time: 7.18pm; Place: Kutub Khana Anjuman-e-Taraqqi-e-Urdu bookshop, Urdu Bazaar, Matia Mahal, Old Delhi
Here is the bookseller lounging down on the carpet. There the calligrapher talking on the mobile phone. Hey look, this smoke coming from the next-door kebab stall is burning my eyes. But it is the books, stacked all over – in the shelves, on the floor – that are filling me with awe. Read more
One afternoon I went knocking around houses at Matia Mahal in Old Delhi asking the residents, “May I please climb to your rooftop?” I was refused. Folks thought I was crazy. But I had my reason. I wanted to see how Jama Masjid looks from rooftops.
While thak-thaking around, I met a paan-walla who claimed that his terrace faced Jama Masjid’s Gate’s no. 1. Bingo. We became fast friends and after discussing girls, sex and politics, I asked him, “Can I see Dilli from your terrace?” Read more