Lucknow! I didn’t care much about the city. I had been here for one tournament in my life, the Lucknow grand prix(I had lost in the finals to saina). I had great memories on court but the city not really, I hardly noticed. Though this time round when I had two months to spend I kind of have got a pulse of it.

I have to start with the airport. It’s the smallest,the crappiest I have ever been to lately. We are now used these great airports in the metros Delhi,Bangalore,Mumbai, hyderabad etc. I agree Pune has a small airport too but it’s not as bad as lucknow. I think it has never been renovated from the first time it was built. (pune is atleast being renovated, its been 5 years but the effort is there 😉 )There is not much to eat,no wifi,not enough seats,the check in sucks. The toilets are small and scary. One woman was inside in the toilet and she had shut the main door. I knocked. She opened,but really didn’t. She started banging the door from inside real hard. First I thought it was some mental woman,but of course it wasn’t. The door had got stuck and she panicked and was crying for help. Then I started banging door,after 10mins of banging the door finally opened. The poor woman was from Austria, she was so glad when she came out. she said,”god! This is fucking scary,don’t go in,don’t go in!”. It was pretty funny.Of course I went in and did what I had to do laughing all the while.

As you come out of the airport there is almost the whole of Lucknow welcoming you. It’s so bloody crowded. The parking, actually there is no parking you can park in the middle of the road and nobody is bothered. Due to which getting out of the airport can take you half an hour minimum. When you finally get out of the airport there is mayawati smiling upon you. Shes everywhere, her hoardings are more than the bloody trees in Lucknow. Some bloody idiot is thanking her or congratulating her, etc. It’s really irritating to see her in every two minutes. She’s neither beautiful nor does she inspire.

On my way to the stadium I luckily got to see the famous or infamous gardens of lucknow built by her. With all due credit they are beautiful and humungous. They have used the most expensive marble for the whole thing. Its been made destroyed and made again some 3-4 times. There are still some changes being made here and there. I also got to see her statue, which has her trademark purse in hand. I was thinking arent statues to be made after you die,and that too definitely not by yourself. It’s shocking.

Lucknow has no signals. Can you like believe that? People drive like they are in the stone age. Nobody waits, one can go from one end of the street to the other whenever he wants. The vehicles hit and miss all the the time. I have hardly seen people get down and really fight when their car is hit. It’s routine almost habitual. Every car has a dent. If you don’t you will soon be obliged. You see one traffic police guy sometimes signalling away, though he is mostly ignored.

I have to write a little about the spitting in Lucknow. It has to be spoken about as it forms a very important part of the city. People are spitting everywhere. They colour the town red with it. It’s actually not spitting they vomit. It’s bloody disgusting. The lush green grass in our stadium is totally turning red. Some of the boys working there were having a spitting competition.the one who spits the longest wins. I had to go and stop them I couldn’t really sleep well that afternoon. I also almost died due to the spitting. I was been driven to the airport. My driver was spitting out in every 30 seconds. To do this he had to constantly take the alto window down and then up. Now on a Lucknow street if you lose sight of the road for a second you could die. He seemed to be a professional at spitting and driving so I didn’t say anything. I was stupid. In one of his spitting (I think he almost vomited that time) he took a little longer, a big truck was coming from the other side. I shouted the loudest ever and closed my eyes. We lived! He asked after a while, “kya hua memsahab?” I gave him a long stare and managed, “kuch nahi bhaiya aap bas Krupa karke baad mein thuk Lena abhi jara Gaddi chala lo?” I think he got the point, I guess he started swallowing the gutka right in, after that.

Lucknow according to me has only two things to offer. The chikan bazaar and food. The food in Lucknow is just really good. The punjabi here is pretty much the best I have ever had. The world famous tundey kababs deserve their billing. The tandoori chicken there again is the best I have ever had. you have to taste it to realise. It’s out of this world. It’s situated in the most shady areas but once you start eating you tend to forget that. The bazaars of Lucknow also have that old time feel to it. The chikan bazaar is the only one and the best in India. The kurtas,sarees,dress materials you get here are worth all the money. You get every colour you want in any style you want it, also in various money ranges.

Lucknow sadly disappointed me as a city. The government has done nothing for the capital. The gardens lie empty. They actually seem pointless and a desperate attempt to remain immortal. There is no infrastructure. No roads, no decent hospitals, poverty,unemployment. People living on the roads are more than anywhere I have lately seen. If only the government here could have spend all the money on things that really mattered may be Lucknow could have been one of the best cities in India. You feel really hopeless and sadly ashamed. People here seem so helpless. The most frightening part is they have got used to it with no attempt to change anything.

Lucknow has the rawness and innocence of a child. They almost live in a different world untouched by all the progress being made around them. It’s depressing to say the least they just deserve so much more. One of the richest cities in the Mughal era,once known as the city of nawabs has disappeared . What remains is one big garden, with only the thorns and just no roses to smell.

3 thoughts on “MAYA KI NAGRI……..

  1. When I landed in Lucknow for the first time in my life in 1972 my reactions were similar Only there was no Mayawati then only some Congress lackeys who had the same backward ideas. Only they didnt build statues to perpetuate themselves I pitied the poor cycle rickshaw driver who took me from place to place but realized that he as well as I had no options. I was happy to leave when my work was done
    Lucknow is a city from history consigned to slow decay and until they educate themselves there is no way they can arrest that.One realizes that poverty and education are closely related while travelling east of Lucknow all the way from Maya's fortress to Didi's bastion
    Best to concentrate on baddy and let Lucknow not distress you. I guess being busy from 6 am to 8 pm wont let you do that!


  2. Hi aditi,i first saw you in lucknow,the final between you n saina.Saina won but you were too good.iwas in Lucknow then.then we shifted to pune and met you here in PDMBA.ihave always missed Lucknow because of the warmth people have.I made some wonderful friends there,n i hv hardly ny in pune..tooo cool a city.But lohia park next to BBD is awesome.A 45 mts walk there during rainy seoson or early morning refreshes you to heart core.The academy is too good(apart from the politics).the greenry,the infrastructure,it was our second home…(i know now a lot has changed since has also become heartless and professional,Mayawati ke buton ka asar hai shaayad).I miss the out lawn of BBD.whereas in PDMBA its difficult to sit for 2 hrs and watch the play.Then Hazrat ganj is very vibrant in the evening…mouth watering delicacies and golgappe….chaaat i miss it here buddy.
    n yes you are right ,tihs gutka is a trademark of uphites(kanpur n Lucknow especially)…surprisingly women also eat gutka dere.
    are you missing pune,come back soon, I have to meet you.


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