During the Mughal era, whenever the urban dwellers of Shahjahanabad would get fed up with their worrisome life full of urban struggle, they used to take a getaway trip to a close by hill station. They would walk for couple of days, stopping by at some of the famous eateries in between to enjoy the delicacies, talk for hours over a hookah till the stars would come out, then sleep in a camp on someone's farm, and then reach the hill station and camp there for several days. They loved the hilly terrain of that place. It was always windy there, making them forget the summer heat of Chandni Chowk.
That hill station was called Mehrauli.
People walked for two days so that they could enjoy the scenic landscape of Mehrauli and the beautiful Qutub Minar in the centre of it.
Now it can be reached in 30 mins in a metro from Chandni Chowk.
The people who take that metro route don't even glance outside the glass windows to marvel at the hilly terrain of Mehrauli. They are busy texting someone at work or listening to music that makes them forget the tensions they have.
That metro ride would have been a wonderful thing out of fantasy to the urban citizens of Purani Dilli 400 years ago.
It is now a 'stressful commute' for the people of our time. Commuters rarely glance outside at the passing by Qutub Minar and the scenic landscape of Mehrauli.
A thing of fantasy for one era could be a thing of indifference for the people of another era.
Everything gets normalised. Even the remarkable things.
Will the person taking a sky elevator daily to go to her office on the Moon be marvelling at the splendid beauty out of her glass windows? Or would she be listening to music while lost in her own thoughts of grapelling with adult life issues?
Would she glance at the stars and earth passing by outside?