Hypocrisy of the HKV

The HKV persona 

HKV is the gem in the crown of this option universe which coddles the we-have-cash yet detest it swarm. It offers its customers the fantastic and tasty blend of feeling ethically upright while spending unfathomable measures of cash.
On the off chance that you haven't had the favorable luck to visit HKV — as honest to goodness Dilliwalas call it — here's a fast visit. How about we begin with the monster auto park where everybody stops their extravagant autos, trundle down the labyrinth of filthy, potholed paths lined with frail three-storeyed structures, every overflowing with restaurants, perusing rooms, and bookshops, numerous illicitly possessing private properties. They're all minor, some snuggled up and adorable, some soiled and dodgy. Also a couple are magnificent and really honest restaurants like a Yeti or Naivedyam, however these seldom get the same level of haute consideration.


To be really in vogue, you have to share of British tea and cakes at Elma's Bakery, or a take a seat 12 man bespoke supper at Gray Garden, or Andhra nourishment at Gunpowder — which is three flights up a building arranged right alongside a refuse dump. Then again you could have a Rs 350 Affogatto while flipping through a Rs 5000 foot stool book at a corner book shop. What's more every accompanies the pompous consolation of having gotten away from the dense commercialisation of privileged Delhi passage. The tasteless resentment of, say, looking for Cartier or Canali at the Italian marbled restrictions DLF Emporio.


Elective haute 

"Natural", "high quality" and "specialty" are currently staple words in the option vocabulary of cool. But in Delhi — dissimilar to San Francisco or Barcelona — getting environmentally friendly or natural obliges pots of cash. Looking down on the standard obliges shopping at the much-expounded on Farmer's Market in Jor Bagh and Shanti Niketan (two of Delhi's most tony neighborhoods) for shelled nut treats (referred to lesser souls as chikkis) for Rs 50 or artisanal cocoa bread from the Brown Bread Bakery, Varanasi. Truth be told, what great is a cut of bread in the event that it hasn't set out 700 kms to achieve you?

However this option consuming and shopping is just justified, despite all the trouble if Delhi's socialites (which embody everybody from models to workmanship display holders to design originators and exes of popular representatives) are hanging out at the same  destination as you. God deny, anybody were to genuinely grasp the shoddy or effortlessly available — in a city where status is measured by the extent of a precious stone ring or auto.

Certainly, there're endless home bread shops and sabzi mandis spread crosswise over Delhi which can pander to your natural needs. Furthermore you'd really be helping individuals who need the cash. Delhi has constantly offered a scope of "option" alternatives, be it a Dilli Haat, a Fact and Fiction, or a Down To Earth. At the same time these are infra burrow and low perceivability. Furthermore their humble offerings can't rival the delight of burning through a large number of rupees on must-have things like rosemary sugar, porcini salt, basil oil, or "natural" fennel. It's route cooler to promote your green cred with pics of you at Dastkar Mela than tweeting around a visit to Dilli Haat or the wholesale sabzi mandi.

Similarly as with its alterna-cousins, HKV gives Delhi's socialites and chatterati with what they require most: Obnoxious status presentation conceal as rebellious ideals. The cheap chain restaurant network or book shop in a major shopping center is less dishonest than the supposed option alternatives. I continue trusting that HKV and its "option" kind may  turn into a thought whose time has past. Till such time, put on your Jimmy Choos and meet me at the Overflowing Tureen in the third path after the dumpster. I hear they have the most heavenly carrot cake and acai berry squeeze naturally crushed by visually impaired mountain monkeys.