‘I’D LOVE TO SEE REGULAR MEHFILS IN ZAFAR MAHAL’

Even with his hands wet from a quick visit to the water cooler, authorhistorian-curator William Dalrymple has a warm handshake. Despite a hectic schedule, he enthusiastically agrees to an interview. We make our way to the lawns of the India International Centre , which was hosting a two-day celebration of the bard of Delhi, Ghalib. Dalrymple was here for Sheher-e-Aarzoo, a talk on the Delhi phenomenon.

Dressed in a cornflower blue kurta, a regal white Patiala salwar, and off-white chappals, he puts his coffeetinted glasses on. But the trueblue Delhiite that he is, he will opt for chai. “I’d love a chai,” he says. We compliment him on the kurta, and he guffaws in acknowledgment. Dalrymple guffaws every time he sees the lighter side of things, which is often. Be it his marvel at the coquettishness of Ghalib’s poetry, or dismissing claims that the city is on its way to a cultural decline, his amusement at it all makes for quite a sight.

A resident of Delhi for most of the year, what are his favourite places to hang out and eat at? “It has to be the Mehrauli Archaeological Park, a circuit around the Jama Masjid and Dariba Kalan,” he says. The man can appreciate food and rattles off an impressive list of spots, including a couple of top-end diners that fulfil his penchant for Japanese and Mughlai cuisine, a dhaba in Nizamuddin that sells delicious dahi butter chicken, and a hole in the wall that sells delicious haleem during Ramzan.

Talking about his famous book, City of Djinns — a comprehensive travel book on the Capital — the 52-year-old had once said that it read more like history to him. Does he plan to come up with a digitalage travel guide to the city, as it lives, breathes, drives, eats, shops, and reads?

“No, I’ve no plans to write another travelogue on Delhi. I am writing a book that is pretty Delhi-centric at the moment. It is my book on the rise of the [East India] Company. It’s got Robert Clive, Warren Hastings and Lord Wellesley, set against the figure of Shah Alam. So, the whole Shah Alam half is pretty Delhi-centric. It’s called The Anarchy.”

Dalrymple has been an influence for many writers and journalists documenting the city and its history. What does he have to say about the flâneur movement of sorts that has figures like Rana Safvi at its core? “It’s unequivocally a good thing. In a sense, it’s also a very odd thing for this wonderful city, full of ancient monuments. Only Rome, Cairo, and Istanbul, I think, compare to the sheer volume of ancient remains lying around. The Japanese listing of the 1950s recalls hundreds more, which would now be under Defence Colony and Greater Kailash.”

However, there is still a long way to go. “We still have terrible conservation in the city, though, for instance, the Zafar Mahal, where a whole new block of flats has come up. The jaalis have been smashed and stolen and people are still playing very rough forms of cricket.

“The only way that we will stop the destruction of monuments is people protesting, and visiting, and wanting to perform culturally. I would love to see regular mehfils in Zafar Mahal, and to have the whole block of flats knocked down tomorrow,” Dalrymple signs off, laughing his infectious laugh.

PHOTO: PRABHAS ROY/HT William Dalrymple