‘देलहाइट लड़के के नाम एक खुला खत’ से ब्लागिंग में बवाल, ढाई हजार से ज्यादा कमेंट

शहाना नैयर जोशी नाम की एक लड़की, जो खुद को थोड़ा साउथ इंडियन और थोड़ा महाराष्ट्रियन बताती हैं, ने अपने ब्लाग ब्रोकेन मार्निंग पर देलहाइट लड़के के नाम एक खुला खत लिखा है. इस पोस्ट को लेकर ब्लागिंग की दुनिया में बवाल मचा हुआ है. इस पोस्ट के लिंक को ट्विटर और फेसबुक पर भी शेयर किया गया है जिस पर हजारों कमेंट आए हैं. खुद इस ओरिजनल ब्लाग पोस्ट पर ढाई हजार से ज्यादा कमेंट हैं.

इस लड़की ने चिट्ठी में दिल्ली के लड़कों के बारे में अपना नजरिया व्यक्त किया है. कई लोगों ने शहाना को उनके इस पत्र के कारण ‘रेसिस्ट’ घोषित कर दिया है. शहाना ने दो साल पहले दिल्ली आने पर यहां के अपने अनुभव के बारे में लिखा है. शहाना ने दिल्ली के लड़कों को घमंडी और शिशु दिमाग वाला बताया है. और भी कई उपमाएं दी हैं. इन देलहाइट लड़कों की घटिया अंग्रेजी का जिक्र किया है.

साथ ही यह भी बताया है कि ये दिल्ली वाले लड़के कैसे गैर-प्रदेशों की लड़कियों को घटिया और भद्दा मानते हैं. इस पोस्ट और इसको लेकर शुरू हुए ब्लाग वार के बारे में हिंदुस्तान टाइम्स और टाइम्स आफ इंडिया ने भी खबरें प्रकाशित की हैं. आइए, शहाना की पोस्ट को पढ़ें, कि उन्होंने आखिर ऐसा क्या लिखा है जिससे बवाल मचा हुआ है.






Dear Delhi boy,

Namaskaram from the South of India, or as you may like to believe, the countries south of the Vindhyas. I came to your city 2 years ago with a brand new job and a bucketload of expectations. My friends and family here thought I was completely insane to choose Delhi over more female conducive cities like Bangalore or even Bombay. I am very sad to report that your reputation of being an ignorant, chauvinistic oaf with the intelligence levels of an autistic 3 year old on crack precedes you and it hurts me even more to admit to this rather accurate description.

Your reputation has travelled far and wide, to countries outside South India as well. And believe me man, it is not a pretty situation. I understand that your stone faded, ripped jeans, your V-neck cleavage showing t-shirts that reveal to the world that you have infact inherited your mother’s voluptuous shaved Punjabi bosom, are what you think maketh a man, but it does not. It only maketh for a man who gets a pity license to share his girlfriend’s bra. I write to you as a woman who has been brought up in a society free of any discrimination towards women so thanks to you, my living in Delhi is as safe as Hugh Hefner’s playmate of the year living in Jeddah.

You meet me at a friend’s birthday, talk to me about nightclubs and your new SUV and when I look like I’m in desperate need of a barf bag, you think I have an attitude problem. I understand this completely. But let me remind you that I am from SOUTH INDIA and not SOUTH DELHI, so no ,I am not scrawny, I am not fair, I don’t have straight hair and my topics of conversation go beyond the Fendi I saw in last month’s Vogue. I am olive-skinned, have lower –back-length lustrous cascading tresses that sometimes make me look like I fell out Jim Morrison’s tour bus. Got a problem with that? Well just suck it up coz I was born into a society where a woman can whoop your Punjabi patoutie to pulp. While your mother pretends to be very progressive but still cows down to the whims of her husband every single time, mine on the other hand was born into a matriarchal home where every single possession is in the rightful name of the girl child. Could you ever, my hunky handsome, cash throwing pig, imagine this kind of power in your society? So stop telling me that women are not treated like trash where you come from. Just shut up and admit to it. It’s just easier that way. And lest we forget that we’ve managed to curtail the number of rape cases despite not having a female Chief Minister. Amma ‘s body composition generates way too much heat for her get out of her AC room anyway, so don’t even bring that up.

And your English. Good Lord, what in the world is up with that? I don’t want you to ‘explain me’ anything. It’s like you need to go to primary school all over again. And call them your parents, not your ‘peerents’ or what your cooler, more happening brethren call them—‘mere mom-dad’. Like what are they? Conjoined twins? Are they joined at the hip? Your South India counterparts may not have your looks, but are way more mentally stimulating, a quality that eludes you obviously, but has been the single most sexy factor for us Southie chicks since the age of five. I mean once again, who can blame you? You were brought up on Gurdas Mann and the heroic deeds of Devinder Singh Bhullar and the ever so fair concepts such as elections in Phugwada while we mere ‘black-colour waale’ mortals had to make do with Bharatnatyam classes, M.S Subhalakshmi and chess. Shame no? And yes, if by a slight chance, you do find my big dancer eyes attractive enough for you to prolong our conversations and meetings and if by an even slighter chance you fall in love with me and decide to marry me, you will have to wear a mundu and you will have to lie prostrate shirtless at the Guruvayurappan temple. A small price to pay for all the genuine independence I am giving up for you. And that’s the real thing, not what you see the Delhi girls at LSR and Stephen’s doing during their fake as hell protest marches coz ultimately they’re going home to a family who’re putting together money for Bobby beta’s bail coz he just ran over his girlfriend’s ex, by mistake of course.

I understand that I come from the land of ugly. I mean obviously Hema Malini, Sri Devi and Aishwarya Rai with their natural banal looks don’t even hold a candle to Priyanka Chopra after her two nose jobs and one lip reconstruction surgery. Not a chance in hell. But when you do come to ask for my hand, remember I am part Maharashtrian and part South Indian and NO, they are not the same thing. So please tell your family, not to drop racist bombs like “Arey woh sab toh ‘Sawth’ ke hi hote hai na?” And YOU—don’t walk up to mother in an attempt to make flattering conversation and say shit like “Aunty you don’t look like a South Indian You are so fair” In return she will verbally Texas chainsaw massacre your face so badly, your dead Dadi will haunt you the very same night, telling you how fleeing Pakistan was less traumatic. So don’t. Better still just don’t speak. Just glean and flex your muscles a little and keep smiling. Just whatever you do, don’t talk.

You may not like our food, but then we don’t like you, which is worse. We may not be even that into food, but then that’s coz we have other things to do with our lives, like crack IIT or become writers, journalists, activists and do things that we are very passionate about. The South Indian woman has a voice and boy can she yell. So if you want to Sambhar ‘Chawl’ your way into my life, then you got to toe the line. Be way more aware than what your are. Remember Delhi is not a country and we are not Black. If I ever hear you utter that name of that colour, I will Kalaripayattu your tongue out of your rear. Yes , that is the secret behind our awesome sex ratio. Just so you know.

For someone who is so confident of his physical abilities you really suck at luring an intelligent woman. Don’t send me text messages that say ‘happy guru purab’, you freakshow and if you want to be cute with your ever so charming (not) Punjabi advances, then don’t send texts that say “Dil laye gayee kudi Madrraaas di”! NO. It’s just not cool man. I may have have missed on a lot in this letter, but that’s ok because you’ll forget to read it and even if you do , you’ll get your cousin Jassi from Defence Callonny to translate it for you. And this letter can’t go on forever like the Punjabi male ego.
So long my love, and here’s two steps of gidda just for you, just to show that I can be traditional and will not accidently kick your sister while doing so.
Love, hugs, kisses aka ‘muah’ (only I shall ‘muah’, you please don’t do anything coz you tend to forget that these are my lips and not a piece of Tandoori Chicken from Kakke- Da- Dhabba)



(Only I can call myself that. If you EVER call me by this name, I will shove so many coconuts down your system that your little saver pack versions will begin to sprout coir.)

ओरीजनल पोस्ट देखने और उस पर आए कमेंट को पढ़ने के लिए यहां क्लिक करें… http://raagshahana.blogspot.com/2011/09/open-letter-to-delhi-boy.html

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  • Ankit Khandelwal says:

    Its every citizen’s right to express his/her opinion. Its opinion of lot of others, just that she expressed it clearly and more openly. What’s the problem in that?

  • Harishankar Shahi says:

    That also reflects that what is the test of our so called highly reputed news papers, they had spent hundreds of words on this type personal issue, but they doesn’t want to spare single word for very harsh stories of low profile areas. If the news papers only wants to do news of such type to be call as citizen voice, then they are fail to be voice of India. What matters if a personal experience of someone expresses on her blog. I thinks it is her right, but articles and such type of quake is unimaginable. Really great journalism done by English news haunters.

  • अबे मद्रासन दिल्ली से इतनी नफरत थी तो वहां क्या घास चरने गई थी। :D:D:D:D

  • Pankaj Sangwan says:

    Bhai Isme kai baten to sahi likhin hain apne city me showoff dikhawa to kaafi common hai, Bade se bada banda aur gareeb se gareeb banda inme se kaafi log showoff karte hain ,plus ladies ko respect nahi karna ghoor ke dekhna comment baji karna apni mistake nahi accept karna without reason aggressive banna ,kai baten sahi likhin hain, fir bhi Aisa nahi hai ki delhi me sabhi bande galata hote hain .Jai Hind Ja i Bharat

  • Pankaj Sangwan says:

    Now I read this article completely really she has written against north India in prejudice ,purvagrah se grasit ho ke is bandi ne uttar bharat ke bare me bahut si galat baten likhin hain, so what why we should take her seriously, koi nanga pagal road me gali bakta hai ane jane walon ko to kya jaroori hai ki uski pitayi ki jaye,Just ignore her useless words.


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