Nowadays I'm in Delhi, a city with no culture of its own. Delhi is a city of immigrants and they know it to their very core even if they stay here for centuries they don't treat as its their own city. Everybody here is, apparently, just passing their time and all they really want is to be some place not here. Delhi is just a 'launchpad' for most of the people and they also treat it like one. I don't know if there would be any place like this anywhere in the world. A place devoid of any soul. Whatever people might say, believe me there is no such term like 'Delhite' because if there is one how do you define it??
Despite all this, Delhi is really a reminder of a very fundamental aspect of Indian philosophy which believes in an eternal journey of a soul where life, or rather human life, is just transitory phase. So next time when you are in Delhi and people here give you the feeling that 'everbody is in a hurry' then pause for a moment and think how collectively we have created a physical manifestation of the soul of 'bhagvad gita'. Though I can go on but I feel to many words would spoil it...:)
