At this place where six roads meet, there, in a triangular island with a dysfunctional
fountain, Maharana Pratap Singh can be seen at an awkward angle,
holding a spear or a staff almost vertical, looking neither towards
Haridwar nor towards Delhi, seeing neither the Shatabdi Gate nor the
Ganges Canal, pretending as if he is planning to charge towards crowd in
the Civil Lines; but he is fooling you, I know, because he is only
looking towards the royal palace and I have seen him drooling when
the dinner is served there!
His Chetak is puny,it is unlikely that you
may connect it to the steed you may have heard of, his legs are stodgy and hardly evoke
the image of the valiant ruler of Mewar, rider of the blue
horse.Curiously the closed concrete space where he rides his horse
is named as a park, Maharana Pratap Singh Park.
