Twisted alleyways was what we had to deal with. Smog that was intense enough to cause immediate and permanent respiratory injuries, we were force to purchase medical masks from a little pharmacist that did not looked nothing like a pharmacist. I couldn't bare to acknowledge that those so called sanitary masks were not protect or wrapped by plastic, instead handed over to us with bare hands. Without caring any less, I put it on my face as though it was a gas mask made by the best German engineers in Germany. The smog got even worse and so did my throat.
Now that was that air pollution that would have probably burst though my own built in pollution index. The next was the unbearable noise pollution that we had to go through. The little motor bikes and uncountable cars, trucks and everything else that has wheels below it were contributing to the national honking noise phenomenon. Everyone honks here and it is actually encouraged to do so. Honking is a way of telling others did you are around and that you exist in this universe. It is a happy honk, if you are frustrated then it becomes a not so happy honk. Also the area we were in had a large mosque in the middle and it was broadcasting a large volume of noise that came from its massively installed speakers. We were already half deaf by then so everything sounded like Mozart.
Now you may wonder why did we take the trouble to go through all this. We had to sacrifice our peace of mind, not to mention health sake, to find the world's rated Indian restaurant in New Delhi. It was hidden in the wall cracks of a street and apparently the stars orders their take aways from here. My expectations of the food were sky high then, after what we went through, and I left this place without a memorable thought of it. I can say the journey there was memorable. Come to think of it, this restaurant will stick in my memory because of this experience.