Dill-Hi

When you know you are a Delhi-ite:

When you see a Que n still shout over the top of your voice n reach the counter;
When you know that the girl knows that u r ogling @ her n don't deter;
When you ask for help as your birthright and never thank;
When you do not pick up calls and never do call back;
When you honk your third car's horn just to clear your throat;
And then you navigate it like a bike, whether on nh-8 or chandni chowk;
When you pay respect to mothers and sisters of others after every third word;
When all of east is chinki, south madrasi and rest an unknown world;
When summers mean AC and  monsoons mean AC as well;
When exaggeration is routine and truth is a sad tale;
When breakfast means paranthes and Sundays mean India gate;
Then Delhi lives in you my friend and dil-hi tera fate!

Guys, I have just touched the tip of the proverbial iceberg, keep adding to the fun- come on there are many more stereotypes of saddi Delhi