Again a Creative Writing activity, K.G Marg or Kasturba Gandhi marg is one of the busiest roads in Delhi. I never thought there was something to see here. This simple activity was so refreshing.
A walk on K G Marg from the British Council towards Connaught Place is a treat for the five senses. As I stroll towards Connaught Place, I observe, smell, touch, taste, and hear a myriad of things.
To a person in a hurry, K.G Marg offers no interesting sights, but I was there to explore the Marg and its various wonderful sights. It is a wonder what a traffic ridden road filled with vehicles honking continuously on wet humid day may offer to an interested onlooker. It is surprising to know that it has a world of its own. Coming out of the British Council, I see a little bird perched on a stump of a tree, curiously looking at the traffic. Probably studying the traffic and reflecting on the fuel emission and global warming.
Right across is the Hindustan Times building, one can see the beautiful blue, red, and green tiled mural on one of its wall. Wondering what it is exactly, I focus myself to see it more clearly admidst the running traffic. As the traffic clears up, I realise this beautiful thing will soon be hidden behind a big advertisement kiosk and no longer be visible to the casual walker on K.G Marg.
A little ahead, the air is filled with the aroma of delicious aloo chat being openly sold at the small cabins. Need something dry and easy to carry, a peanut vendor sits on the pavement a few steps ahead with his boxes of various namkeens which can be turned into mouth watering bhelpuri in a matter of seconds.
For me who was out to explore, the constant noise from the passing traffic was the least important factor on KG Marg. The paved pavement, the adjoining buildings, houses, and the roots of banyan trees growing into the crevices of a wall were more interesting. Also noticeable were the tea vendors on the side walk earning their daily bread by selling tea to the workers in the nearby offices. They have installed the pictures of Gods and goddesses on the wall behind, to watch over them while they serve the rest of the humankind. The hissing sound of the burning kerosene stove is drowned in the chirping of birds, screeching of vehicles, and hurrying people.
The wonder was a beautiful old house with a huge lawn just at the edge of K.G Marg, where it is about to meet Connaught Circle. No one would imagine a house with a lawn this big would exist somewhere so close to the central district of the city. The lush green lawn and the house were hidden by a wall and a barricade from the everyday passerby. The bricks of the wall were arranged in a wave like fashion throughout the external wall as was done in olden times.
As I walked back, I thought about the people rushing by and felt like asking them to stop and look around. There are sights here too, but only if you want to see them.
I tried my hands on poetry and came up with this. I do not think I can better this. Haiku, a very interesting form of Japanese poetry has 17 Moras. Enjoy! 
To a person in a hurry, K.G Marg offers no interesting sights, but I was there to explore the Marg and its various wonderful sights. It is a wonder what a traffic ridden road filled with vehicles honking continuously on wet humid day may offer to an interested onlooker. It is surprising to know that it has a world of its own. Coming out of the British Council, I see a little bird perched on a stump of a tree, curiously looking at the traffic. Probably studying the traffic and reflecting on the fuel emission and global warming.