You can barely step out these days without having to queue up behind a baraat or wedding procession which is happily hogging the road and causing untold pain to the auditory senses. One band in my neighborhood (alas the most popular one) has no musical pretensions; they are named, quite simply Shor Band...
In fact so notorious are Delhi motorists, that according to a recent report, some of the countries participating in the 19th Commonwealth games consider Delhi's "rowdy drivers" a bigger threat than terrorists!
I was once offered an interesting theory about this ease of spending that so many Delhiites seem to display: One survivor of India’s partition told me about how as a child he came away from the Pakistani side of the Punjab with his parents; with little more than the clothes on their backs.
Now Delhi and Dilliwallas can look forward to a show that is set in their city with all the beloved land marks of the city forming the back drop of a new serial to be aired on Zee TV called 12/24, Karol Bagh.
Think shadi; think dancing barati; think large currency notes being waved over the head of a youngster and handed over to the band wallah…. And there you have the quintessence of the Delhi wedding scene and one of the constants of this institution, the Jea Band.
In Delhi it is such a ubiquitous phenomenon, that the corner store chap who sells you your bread will call you aunty as you unsuspectingly hand him the money. The milkman will hurt your sensibilities early in the morning with a cheery “Kitne litre chahiye Aunty?”