Yesterday I wrote about Amy Winehouse how she was suffering from drugs overdose and not taking care of her career. Little did I know that our former model Gitanjali Nagpal was also on the same track and is now suffering the consequences. It’s very sad to see such talented, educated and from a good family background girl to beg on the streets of Delhi. And all the credit goes to the hip lifestyle of fashion world and filmi duniya, also it depends on the individual how they make their decisions and what path they chooses.
She gave up her career as a designer for modelling and studied fashion design at the South Delhi Polytechnic. She also got a couple of prestigious assignments, including Lakme. It’s a horrifying story of the dark side of glamour how one false move can send a promising career to a 
downward spiral of drugs and self-destruction. I hope she gets some much needed alcohol drug rehab.
Gitanjali Nagpal the 90’s model, daughter of Navy officer who went to Lady Shri Ram College is now spending her nights in parks and temples and working as a maid or some time spent her nights with men for money to quell her craving for drugs.
Gitanjali’s estranged husband lives in Germany with her child waiting for her wife to come home.
Gitanjali, still striking with her matted dreadlocks and wearing a black corsette and long skirt that seemed to have all the colours of rainbow, didn’t get down from the car. Rather, she abused people who approached her. Three psychiatrists talked to her in the car. They later said she had poor hygiene, had rashes all over and was irritable.
When Metro Now , TOI’s sister newspaper, first spotted her in South Delhi’s Hauz Khas village and started taking her photographs, Gitanjali slid the T-shirt down her shoulders like a seasoned model and posed in style. She promised to model even better for a reward: a swim in a five-star hotel.
Asked by TOI (timesofIndia):
"Do you still like fashion?" TOI asked. "I like fission, nuclear fission." Her punning was compulsive. "What are your hobbies?" "Hobbies as in Calvin and Hobbes," she retorted in a clipped accent. Then she said, "I like walking and sleeping. I look at shops and check out latest designs."
She said, "I have no clue where I am going. I have a hotel in outer space." When offered a toffee, she said, "Is it the same one? It is making me sick. Does this have a soft centre? It is very hard. Does it have chocolate milk inside?" Gitanjali licked the wrappers clean.
