Yes, there are cows on the street...

...and also this British-Raj era car called the "Sunbeam"...


...and old crumbling mosques...


...and this put-putting Coca Cola truck...


...and road-side vendors selling plastic balls, and coconuts, and books, and flowers, and haircuts and everything...


...Delhi is like a magic-hat from which you can pull out whatever you desire. In fact, there's a buzz in the city that wasn't here before; it's what I imagine the California Gold Rush must have been like. On the roads you see these signs saying, "India Poised" or "Our Time is Now" and everyone seems to be on the brink of creating the "the next big thing" whether it's in media or computers or big-business or fashion; there's a kind of brassy optimism in the air. I recently spoke with a retired journalist who offered some sage advice. He said, "India spoils you with choice; it's like being in a department store packed from floor to ceiling...so it's easy to get distracted because there's so much happening here. You have to be very clear about your goals because you can do anything." I'm only just realizing how true his words are. I think the scariest (and eventually most exciting) thing to be confronted by is the chance to do exactly whatever it is you really want to do; have always dreamt of doing. That's when you have to answer that hard question to yourself (with nothing in the way to stop you but you): What is it that I want?