The Girl with Nine Roses & No Name
I come from the incredible India which, over centuries, has evolved into a very unique ecosystem of cultures and collective behaviors. The influence of the West on the East isn’t a myth either, rather a stark reflection of the contrast between the rising aspirations and ambitions of India’s middle class towering over the ill-fates of a larger number of low-income groups. Debating income and class differences is a different arena of reality altogether, especially in countries like India. But there exists an interesting reality, amongst many other such realities, in the outskirts of New Delhi, the capital city of India. In the hustle bustle of Noida’s Sector 16 area, within a 10-mile distance from the capital’s center, one can find all kinds of materialistic pleasures at one’s disposal, if one has pockets deep enough. Fine dining restaurants, gourmet delicacies, luxury cars, lavish shopping malls and what not. Two 5-star shopping malls and an amusement park grace the area within a square mile radius which also has the Metro Rail connectivity to cater to the footfall. More megastructures are coming up in the vicinity including a full-fledged film city by 2023. And right outside these megastructures an ecosystem flourishes, comprising cooks who light the ovens inside the royal kitchen, the mechanics who repair the exorbitantly expensive cars, store attendants who spend their days selling items they cannot afford themselves and the notorious auto drivers of Delhi/NCR infamous for their rowdy traffic manners.
