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Mitali Saran New Delhi
Last Updated : Jan 29 2013 | 1:14 AM IST

It's happened to me. When I moved back to Delhi in 1995, I remember having a conversation with a young lady to whom I was introduced at a party, who raised her threaded eyebrows at me and said, "So, what's up? How do you like Delhi?"

Being earnest and not well schooled in the ways of small talk, I told her. "Well, the thing is that nobody seems to have any civic sense in this city." Her polite smile became rather strained. "When people throw something away, they just drop it right where they're standing," I continued. "Or they chuck it out of their car right on to the road!"

Today, it wouldn't really surprise me that her eyes glazed over and she walked away to another corner and studiously avoided me the rest of the evening, but at the time it did. At the time, I just wondered whether she agreed, or disagreed, and either way, why she didn't seem to have anything to say about it.

But the truth is that there are only two possible ways to live in Delhi: either you insulate yourself from the daily frustrations and eyesores and injustices by erecting what Douglas Adams would call a Somebody Else's Problem (SEP) field; or by being daily bloodied and having your sunny temperament shot to bits by the same frustrations and eyesores and injustices.

The people who don't think Delhi's non-existent civic sense is a big deal tend to be people who are insulated from it by a rich layer of money and armies of people who engage with the city and its denizens on their behalf.

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Or, they're perpetrators themselves, like the older gentleman who squeezed his large car in front of mine at a petrol station tyre pressure station. I marshalled my courage, got out of my car and marched up to him.

"There's a line here," I told him. "Oh, I didn't see it," he bellowed, invoking the marketing principle that if you say something loudly enough other people will mistake it for the truth. "I think you're incredibly rude," I croaked, which made him sneer so hard that I was afraid he might inhale his lips.

Reading about the renewed drive to get beggars off the street in time for the Commonwealth Games, I can't help but wonder what they're going to do about the other sorts of eyesore.

Like the fat hairy fellow with jewelled rings leaning out of his Mercedes to spit paan; or the householder who speaks to his or her domestic staff as if they're naughty children

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