Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Mission Delhi - Aanchal Malhotra, Jama Masjid

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One of the one per cent in 13 million.

[Text and pictures by Mayank Austen Soofi]

While most girls of her privileged background are obsessed with bar-coded clothes and pub parties, Aanchal Malhotra, 20, finds joy in simpler pursuits, such as blowing soap bubbles. “There are so many beautiful things that we take for granted,” she says, walking through Daryaganj’s Sunday Book Bazaar, clicking candid shots of people. We are taking a tour of the Walled City.

Photography is Ms Malhotra's passion. “Through my camera I explore why people meet, how emotional connections are made, why relationships change.” Focusing the lens towards The Delhi Walla, she points to the rainy sky, “See, the smell of the wet earth. People don’t think about it. They rather worry about ‘I’ve to go here, there… and where’s the driver’.”

Brought up in south Delhi's Safdarjang Enclave, Ms Malhotra went school in Springdales, Dhaula Kuan. Now a student of the Ontario College of Art and Design in Toronto, Canada, she is doing a major in printmaking with a specialisation in etching. In Delhi for a month-long holiday, she rarely goes to a mall or multiplex, not even to upscale Khan Market, where her family runs the landmark store, Bahrisons Booksellers.

“Why should I go to Khan Market?” she asks half-mockingly while changing the setting of her Canon Rebel XSi. “There the people can’t stop talking of ‘I did this, I did that, I went shopping in Paris’. Who cares!” Chatty, cheerful and clever, Ms Malhotra talks like a stream that can’t be stopped. “What can I do there other than buying books? Should I buy a Rs 5 lakh suit for my own wedding?”

She prefers going to the less elitist markets of Lajpat Nagar and Sarojini Nagar. “I like the crowd, the colour and the smell. So many conversations are happening there among so many people packed in such a little space. It’s a kind of accepted chaos; such fun, so different from Khan Market.”

Suddenly running across the Asaf Ali Marg to a park full of pigeons, Ms Malhotra exclaims, “My God, this is the first time that I’ve seen them fluttering in confusion – otherwise, they always fly in formation.”

Unless carried away by her thought flow, she speaks in Hindi. “English is my first language,” says Ms Malhotra, whose mother was born and raised in Toronto, “but I want to retain my culture. Otherwise, Indians of my age both in Delhi and Toronto don’t want to talk and dress like Indians.”

Just because she is not feeling like a ‘tourist’ doesn’t mean that Ms Malhotra has fallen big time for Old Delhi. In Jama Masjid, she is not in awe of the Walled City’s grandest monument. “It’s a nice place to click pictures,” she coldly says, while coming out of the mosque’s gate No. 3.

Sitting cross-legged in the red-walled sufi shrine of Sarmad Shahid, Ms Malhotra confesses to missing her three dogs the most when away in Toronto. She does not feel the absence of her mother, thanks to the Internet. “I never feel shy of talking things with her,” she says. “But sometimes people say, ‘Wow, your mom looks so young; you two look like sisters.’ Now, what does that mean? It makes her look 20 and me 35 and this irritates me.”

Being the daughter of one of Delhi’s leading booksellers, it is no surprise that Ms Malhotra is fond of reading. Being the granddaughter of a couple who migrated to Delhi from what is now Pakistan, it is no surprise that she is fond of Partition literature. What is surprising is that she has never discussed that pivotal historical event within the family. “I never asked my grandfather; he never told me. Grandma would tell bedtime stories about her life as a refugee in Delhi, but nothing on her life in the North West Frontier Province. And it never occurred to me to ask her. Maybe they have their own private sorrows attached to those times which they don’t wish to share.”

Removed by one generation from a tragedy that killed one million and displaced 12 million more in the subcontinent, Ms Malhotra looks at the Partition from a detached perspective. “Once we were one, but after the separation, we became different in our habits and thinking. Yet, if you talk to any Pakistani, you will find their life similar to ours. I want to know why we Indians and Pakistanis are so different as masses and so alike as individuals.”

One more week and Ms Malhotra will leave for Toronto. I ask her, “What do you want to achieve in life?”

“I want to be happy.”

I ask, “Are you?”

She replies, “Are you?”

[This is the seventh portrait of the Mission Delhi project]

With the pigeons

Mission Delhi - Aanchal Malhotra, Jama Masjid

In Daryaganj's Sunday Book Bazaar

Mission Delhi - Aanchal Malhotra, Jama Masjid

At Jama Masjid

Mission Delhi - Aanchal Malhotra, Jama Masjid

In an Old Delhi bylane

Mission Delhi - Aanchal Malhotra, Jama Masjid

She wants to be happy

Mission Delhi - Aanchal Malhotra, Jama Masjid

Hands up!

Mission Delhi - Aanchal Malhotra, Jama Masjid

Ms Malhotra's portrait of The Delhi Walla

I Me Myself

12 comments:

The Bald Guy said...

Mayank, Finally you meet someone else who handles the camera almost, almost as well as you do.

I wish the pretty young lady all the best in life.

Anel C. Sarasan said...
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Vimesh said...

Beautiful post....

“See, the smell of the wet earth. People don’t think about it"

this is what life should be about ,whats the point of chasing goals and targets if we are not able to feel this.. Wet earth..


Mayank someday you should publish your whole blog in a book form...

and as i had commented earlier ...your Mission Delhi is bound to be a coffee table book..

Wish we had some one who would do a Mission Mumbai series..

Mohd. Raghib said...

Also see you in one of the pic taken by Aanchal, this never happen before. What does that mean ;)

Anonymous said...

WOW Pretty Girl!!Mayank you are the man!!

A.A. Hasan, KSA said...

Mayank, May be you dont know, I have been viewing each and every pic shared by you on flickr and your every blog. You are like a Persian Story Teller. Even,I am thousand kilometers apart from that magical world, people call Delhi. Every time I am lost in the lanes of Old Delhi, Nazamuddin and the places you show me throgh your pics.
Best wishes for you and for the pretty lady.

zeevie said...

waaaaaaaaah waaaaaaaaah ji,yeah hai masti.nice blog,nice pics nd vry vry nice kudddi bhi :D.She is so full of life.may GOD give u both a happpy haapppy wali zindagi

Maya said...

What is your obsession with Muslims, Muslim monuments, partition of the Indian subcontinent and Pakistan? There are very few posts related to Hinduism, India’s non-Islamic history, Hindu, Buddhist, Jain, Christian, Jewish monuments and India‘s world renowned spirituality. Delhi isn’t about old-Delhi’s filthy ghettos only, so try to write something unrelated to Muslims or their countries for once...what an annoying and insecure chap you are (yes if it’s annoying, I shouldn’t visit your blog...but let’s leave that aside). No surprises that Blogger Nimpipi wants to lodge a bullet in your balls.

Mohd. Raghib said...

Mayank: Why you keep your mum shut on Maya's filthy comments against Muslim. Are you not a democratic guy.

Maya said...

@ Mohd. Raghib
Mayank is a secular and democratic guy, that's why he allowed free speech on his blog but you are certainly not democratic as you want to block out all that hurts your own sentiments, even if it's the truth. What an ambiguity and hypocrisy!

I just suggested that he should also write something for the non-Muslim visitors of his blog as he is from India, not from a country with one-dimensional focus on people belonging to one particular religion as if it’s superior to all other religions. This blog’s name should be ‘Muslims in Delhi’, not Delhi Walla as Delhi isn’t about Muslims only!

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