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Delhi ka rage not Dilwalon ki Dilli. Manipuri guitarist murder shows us what we’ve become

Road rage is old news; apparently, basic manners no longer exist in Delhi. The city that boasts it rivals the no-nonsense, fast-paced culture of New York can now add “reckless murder” to its disreputation.

There is a popular social media joke that Delhiites are identifiable by a single question: Tu jaanta hai mera baap kaun hai—do you know who my father is? Then there is the undying love for momo and their frequent, indiscriminate use of cuss words. Their temper is infamous. It is the perfect distillation of the Delhi personality: swagger first, reason later; volume before argument; insult before conversation.

We call it confidence. We call it being seedha. We just say ‘Dilli hai bhai‘ and move on. But the recent attack........

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