DELHI, THE CITY IMPERIAL 11

Eising above the motley, swarming scene of the
Ohowkh is the clock tower—the dovecote of whole flocks
of fluttering pigeons—that chimes every passing hour.
As the clamour-dazed people who tarried over-long at
their shopping trace weary steps towards their homes,
from overhead through some finely carved balcony may
come a sound of revelry by night!

Far away from the bustle and noise of the old city is
the new city—New Delhi that, at first sight, seems severe,
erect, and austere. In its Secretariat and Council Hall,
in its fountains, obelisks, vast lawns, and massive arched
memorial, is a panorama that seems an architectural pot-
pourri of Place de la Ooncorde, Cleopatra's Needle, Hyde
Park Corner, and Piazza di Eoma. In a voice different
in tone to the ancient monuments or the din of Ghandni
Ohowkh, the latest Delhi in red sandstone seems to say:

I am the City Imperial.

Prettiest of all the reflections of buildings mirrored
in the waters of the stone basins of the fountains is that
of the Council Hall. What fervent speeches, what great
argument has this round building known since it was
built, for here it is that Council and Assembly meet to
confer or opine in eloquent manner.

What wifchAsoka Eoad and Akbar Eoad, Tughlak
Boad and Jehangir Eoad, Windsor Place and Oonnaught
Circus, Khiiji Eoad and Hardinge Avenue, Kingsway
and Queensway, Prifchviraj Eoad and Parliament Street,
the roads of New Delhi certainly pay their tribute
to India's chequered history. It is Parliament Street
that links the Council Hall to Connaught Circus and,
prominent along this broad road, is the central organi-
zation of All India Eadio—Broadcasting House. From