This is an example of some of the best graffiti I've found in Delhi -- and right in Defence Colony, ooh lala!
Graffiti seems so...ridiculous to me here. But I suppose it's ridiculous everywhere. I just have a hard time believing that there is such a surfeit of extra cash that young miscreant middle-class boys and girls can buy spray paint and adorn, of all things, trash collection hoardings.
It's particularly unschooled. Not how "Biatch" is misspelled, lightly sprayed out, and repainted -- again with what appears to have been an initial misspelling.
Other graffiti in the neighborhood includes a protestation for "Free life" and "Peace" outside a sexual health NGO, as well as the delightful command to "Die bitch" on an out-of-commission bicycle wagon. Something is boiling in the young'uns, my friends, and I don't know what it is.
But what do I know? Ronnie Singh totally sux balls. I don't know who Ronnie Singh is, or exactly whose balls he sux, but I would give anything to meet the kid. The graffiti's been there for at least a month or two, so I think he perhaps does not protest to this characterization.
I'm trying to force this into the Delhi lexicon now. Is the sky blue? Duh. Does Ronnie Singh suck balls? Of course, cha!