You can’t underestimate the importance of good food. If food was cricket, butter chicken is Sachin Tendulkar for every Delhiite. At some point in time, each one of us has complained about the extremely sweet version of the dish that is served in Mumbai. This complaint is in close competition to the excessive and unnecessary use of curry leaves in every dish. ‘No, we don’t need the entire tree in our food, Kanta bai.‘
You may have never been to Noida in the 18 years you lived in Delhi but suddenly when you reach Mumbai, you seem to bond with anyone who has lived in the remote proximity of Delhi. ‘You live in Ghaziabad. No problem bro, at least you get off at Indira Gandhi International Airport. Love you.’
While potatoes will always potate, just remember for a Delhiite they’ll always be called alloo. Onions will make you cry even more if you call them kanda instead of pyaaz. So even if it means teaching your nearest vegetable seller the Delhi lingo for all the vegetables on his cart, a Delhiite will go through with that painstaking task.
It doesn’t matter if a Mumbaikar can come dressed in her PJs to a club. A Delhiite will probably not even go down to get groceries without putting on makeup. We live up to the mantra of always dress to impress.
Y’all may not know but Delhiites definitely know that Oxford Dictionary ki kasam, it really isn’t an abbreviation for ‘you all’. There is a dire need for a crash course in Hindi speaking in all of Mumbai.
We understand that a Mumbaikar may be completely nonchalant to the idea of going to the same gym as Salman Khan or being SRK’s neighbor. A Delhiite will be excited at the prospect of seeing a Doordarshan anchor, because come on, he came on TV.
You will never have an answer for which city is better because while Delhi is home, Mumbai is home away from home. So keep the war going.