Showing posts with label Mumbai times. Show all posts
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Saturday, December 5, 2009

MEN AT WORK

Lunch for 4 at Bhagat Tarachand – Rs 500

But this Saturday afternoon, the plans were altered a little bit

Price of 1 kg bhindi at Big bazaar - Rs 40
Tomato, Onion, Dal, Rice, vegetable oil – sourced internally
Two fine hands & loads of encouragement – sourced internally
Band aid for the occasional slip up by otherwise nimble fingers – Rs 5
Technical Advisory fee payable to fiancĂ©e – 2 dairy milks
A 4 course lunch well prepared– should I say PRICELESS, no way read further


Heartfelt thanks from newly engaged roommate for training him in the finer art of chappati making especially on issues related to tactical use of flour to reduce stickiness of dough –PRICELESS!

Key learnings from the day at work
  • Proven again , that unlike women, men can never really multitask. That’s the reason why one meal required three men to work simultaneously for a little more than 1.5 hours
  • Every rice cooker has its own personality. Know your cooker before you cook.
  • Shallow fry and deep fry are two different methods of frying
  • Never feel ashamed about the mess you make in the kitchen, your roommate can always clean it up

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Bai Heart

You read it right, the title of the post has been spelt correctly. The post is dedicated to our house maid for the last 2.5 years. Her name is Aunty, or wait, I just realised that all this while I never ever asked her what her real name was, but I had trusted her with a pair of house keys, so that she can finish with her household chores and cooking during mid day, while all of us guys busy with work at the office.

Bai plays a very important role at a crucial juncture in every young man's life especially in a city like Mumbai. It is that specific age, when mother has put in her papers and taken a voluntary retirement from all responsibilities of her now big enough son. But the wife to-be who theoretically is supposed to be taking over from the mother, is still busy juggling work pressure at office and pressure from parents to get married. When the decision becomes so difficult, she finds the easier way out in postponing the marriage decision. Now this is where, the Bai pitches in with those splendid alu ki sabzi and dal makhani, and once in a while on those few good days, a phirni or paneer parathas. One of the reason our bais enjoys working at our place is the total autonomy we grant her. She works on flexi timings. She decides on the menu for the day, which mostly depends on her mood at that time and also the vegetables we had bought on the weekend. When the vegetable stock is exhausted, the signal is very simple. Soaked channa and green gram make their appearance.

Bai sometimes play a very proactive role as well. Like, if you don't put your clothes for wash regularly, she even takes the privilege to scout through your personal clothing & herself chooses the ones needing a wash. A friend had an extreme-bai experience, when his elderly bai threatened to inform his mother about his excessive smoking & drinking habits. Damn, the threat worked. Bai's definitely don't like mommies visiting their sonnies. Now with mommy monitoring every step of their work, their effectiveness needs to be doubled. Mommies don't understand the cost of living factor in Mumbai and feel its their right get the bai work for every penny they pay her. No wonder, mommies visits have been ranked reason #1 for the high attrition among bais in Mumbai, as per one survey published in respected Mumbai mirror tabloid.

For teaching the few words in marathi to issuing flood warnings on rainy days, It is time I said, Thank you aunty. I know, I really liked the corn palak and alu paratha you cooked today. But this thank you has a wider scope and is meant for everything you do to make our poor bachelor life a little bit better. Long time since we had phirni, if you don't mind, please. You can find the kaju – kishmish on the second drawer on the right :).

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Two trips and a hundred stories to tell

When the weekends are longer than usual and parents don't want you back home ever so often, what does a "bored with the routine" - bachelor living in a far away city do ?. He goes tripping.


Trip - 1 (Mt. Abu & Udaipur)

My trip advisor widget on facebook, indicated that most parts of India were fairly well visited by me, except for a large part of Rajasthan. Rajasthan has been on my travel radar ever since 1985, when my grandparents ditched the 3 year old me and went visiting Mt. Abu, Ranakpur and Udaipur. The paeans they had been singing about the places ever since, had built up a cherished desire in me to check out these places especially Dilwara temples in Mt. Abu and City palace & lakes in Udaipur. But being far away from any of the metros, they had been lying idle on my wish list until recently.


Trip invites were sent out to all my buddies, but somehow none of them could take time out. So I ventured out on my hippie trail - lonely backpacker on heritage sojourn.. or rather to "journey to rediscover my soul" in true hippie parlance. Jokes apart, Lonely backpacker trips are not so lonely, if you have planned it out well. Like I had already booked one day/ half day hop-on-hop-off tours at each of these places, from mumbai itself. So I always had a big group of people to travel with. Moreover, these tours provide the additional benefit of a free local guide, who becomes really important, if one has to enjoy a heritage trip, which means understanding the local history, culture, art & architecture.


First hop, Mt. Abu. It was a pleasant surprise to see so much greenery in a place I least expected - Rajasthan. The place is nice with a sprawling lake to add effect. But what sets the place apart from any other hill station, is Dilwara temples. I have seen beautiful temples before - Belur, Halebidu & Somanathapura in Karnataka are black granite marvels. Temples at Khajuraho & Konark are exquisite. Swami Narayan temples in Delhi and Ahmedabad are spell binding. But they are still no match, to the sheer beauty of the 10th century white marble carvings of dilwara temples. If I say not an inch is left uncarved, It would not be an exaggeration. Where would you find, entire chandeliers carved out of marble and hanging down the roof!. Just the 30 mins I spent at the 5 temples, were total paisa vasool for all the pains taken to travel to Mt. Abu. When in Rajasthan, eat rajasthani food. So it was Daal baati for brunch, followed by churma for evening snacks and bajre ki roti with subzi for dinner. The company of Scouts and guides from the local school, a travelling group of friends from Slovenia and old retired couple on perhaps one of their last honeymoons, were among the many different people, I got to know on the one day spent at Mt. Abu.


The early morning journey from Mt. Abu to Udaipur was a breeze . A quick 4 hour drive through more greenery and much talked about Rajasthan highways made it unexpectedly comfortable. At first glance, I felt Udaipur, rated as the best travel destination in the world by some reputed magazine, is more hype than substance. Why has it succeeded, when so many others failed you might wonder ?. The reason is simple, most heritage properties in the town are managed by private business of the local Raja, a shrewd businessmen in his own right. Everything is so neatly organised, the guides are supremely knowledgeable with plenty of anecdotes to spare, tourist facilities are all top notch. All these together elevate, an average fort & palace day outing into a superb heritage experience. Now, I do find the top rating for Udaipur somewhat justified. Other than the city palace, the only other place worth a dekko here is boating on Fatehsagar lake. It is nice with park built on the island right in the middle of the lake. When in Udaipur, shopping for souvenirs is the best end-of-day activity. Miniature paintings in the Mewar styles for the drawing room wall, Bandini saree (for Mom, I clarify) and beautiful hand crafted puppets. And yes, Don't forget to get your own photo clicked in the traditional Rajasthani attire. His Royal Highness Maharajah Shreyan Singh Mewar, atleast for 5 minutes if not more.

Trip-2 (Kashid & Murud - Janjira)

Well, this is where we left from the previous blog post. Bertie's bachelors party. Destination - Kashid beach & Murud-Janjira fort. After losing our way many times, we finally reached Kashid beach resort, late on Saturday night. It was late enough to douse all possibilities of a campfire by the beach, as we were well past the 11 PM deadline. Nevertheless, we had a nice resort with an awesome sports room. The plan was simple, wake up in time for an early morning beach rendezvous. Kashid was our beach of choice, clear blue water & fine sand, add to this privacy offered by one of the least crowded stretches of sea, without any stink of fisher men's catch. From jogging to sunbathing, from surfing the waves to building sand castles, From beach football to Frisbee, it was gala time for the bunch of 7 guys and a welcome break from the hectic worklife.

After a heavy breakfast, we were off to Janjira fort. The first view of the fort left us all completely stunned. A steep cliff leading directly into the sea and a short distance away a beautiful fort right in the middle of the sea. Very much like Sicily & Greek sea side, as shown in many hollywood classics. The 1 km sail boat journey from the coast to the fort was a first time experience for me. The jitters you get when the wind direction suddenly changes, is something you should experience to tell. The fort is really cool, with some amazing views of the surrounding area.

All in all, two great trips and several memorable moments archived for posterity.
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The following section has been added after the author received lots of gaalis, threats and like reactions from housemates for underplaying trip - 2 at the cost of trip - 1.

  • Bertie almost ditched his own bachelor's party, citing bad mood as the ostensible reason. It took the author a lot of convincing using the standard tools of senti, angry, trust, betrayal, gaalis, finally request to get him going eventually


  • Bertie uploaded pics on picasa web album only after intense screening and censorship by all involved. Some pot bellies are best left to the imagination of the viewer


  • Yes it is true, u heard it rite. Even at the beach, Da-1 was reading "The house of Morgan", about what else but Finance. Wait, to be fair to him, besides reading he also jogged for little more than 15 minutes


  • Bansi lost 5 kgs in just 2 hours. How ?. Ask him only


  • I built a 3 floor sand castle, which survived just 30 minutes, when it was eventually destroyed by Anman's swerving free kick


  • Our qualis driver Imran was the star of the trip. He made sure, we didnt miss the formula one race on sunday evening, by driving a force india qualis himself. Mr. Mallya ... listening ???, we have just found some real talent at the bottom of the pyramid

Thursday, September 3, 2009

It is that ganapathy time of the year again

In Mumbai, It usually begins with Dahi Handi @ Janmashtmi in august and goes on all the way till Holi in march. Every festival in between is celebrated with such fervour, that it just leaves me totally fascinated. It is a no holds barred celebration.With every region, every religion adequately represented in this cosmopolitan city, the housing society just needs a reason venture out onto the streets with their characteristic music & dance.

For the last 2 years, yours truly had the privilege to get a bird's eye view of all procession on Mumbai's very own Champs Des Elysee's at Mori road, Mahim nested cozily at his 2nd floor apartment balcony.

Today was the big visarjan day. Ganapathies were all heading towards the seas, while I rushed on in the opposite direction towards the airport. With no public transport operating today, I had to walk past each procession tableau. First I saw the small sized gujju society ganapathy. Least noisy, I must say. The Procession ambles along to the sweet sounding chant of bhajans. Not far behind, is huge Kalinacha raja, with the brass bands & marathi songs adding to the excitement. More than the song, it is the dance. I really like this marathi procession dance, but my gujju friends at the garba claim their's is better. But coming from karnataka, u both are better, I would say.

Surprise! Surprise!. The next ganapathy is from shanmugananda south indian society. But it is usual suspect Apdi pode pode blaring from their speakers. The dance is a little wild, with mostly men swaying their lungis.

Even before ganapathy festivities begin to fade from your memories , Gujrathi's begin their dance till you drop, dance all night garba on all the Navrathris. Tired already, amar banglo bandhu have kali pooja to follow. Diwali soon after needs no introduction. But the fireworks spectacle at marine drive's golden necklace is quite unlike anything you might have seen earlier. This diwali the govt. promises to do sydney harbour bridge on our very own Bandra- Worli sea link. That would be one firework display worth waiting for.

Mumbai truly lives up to its reputation as the nation's cultural pot pourri.

I really love the festivals here.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Wassup

Friday evening 6:45 pm

Status : sitting @ marine drive sea side watching the sun set

Music : soft instrumental - Yanni, vanessa mae, mozart

Mood : contemplative

Breeze : light, cool & pleasant

Crowd : noticeably sparse .. still the usual mix of young & old, rich
& poor, couples & singletons, masked & unmasked, dogs & crabs

immediate past : just another day at the office

immediate future : ice cream at rustoms followed by dinner at crystal

Task at hand : post a good ol' fashioned status msg

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Flu is in the air ..

Aaj ki taaza Khabar. Janta ke liye chetavni.

Flu ek khatarnak Bhimari hain. Yeh cheekne se, choone se aur choomne se fehalta hai. Flu peedith logon se door rahe. Unko aapke pyaar aur lagaav ki abhi zaroorat nahin hain. Apne aapko pehle bachayiye.

But yeh mumbai hain meri jaan. The average mumbaikar reads Economic Times on the weekdays and Times Of India only on weekends just to stay in touch. So he is either unaware of the dangers of flu or deliberately chooses to ignore the threat.

But today morning, Dadar station was a different. Flu or no flu, there was definitely an air of suspicion. Anyone wearing mask is either an infected person or trying to protect himself from infection.

Now whoever designed the surgical mask, definitely has a very poor sense of fashion. Its so ugly. yuck!. Now trendy mumbai women have to find ways to overcome this problem. Obviously, they can't everyday pull out the light green salwar kameez and matching sandals to go with the mask. Off with the masks, instead they turn out in their most colourful duppatas, wrapped tightly around the face. My friend Alex from Moscow, finally was contended seeing the quintessential Indian woman, all coyness, all traditional and all that, if only for oneday atleast. Just like Aishwarya in Jodha Akbar!. Wah!.

Compared to the pretty women, Men were definitely an eyesore. Out were the dirtiest hand kerchiefs tied around the neck, Which I am sure even the most unhygienic H1N1 virus would want to avoid. But the good thing was on board the train, everyone was suprisingly well behaved, no pushing or shoving. That was just the lull before the storm.

All hell broke loose, when Rashesh bhai let out the sneeze he had been holding tight ever since he boarded the train at Dahisar. Every one ran for cover in all directions. The younger ones uttering the choicest of four letter words cursing their fate. The older ones started humming the Hanuman chalisa. Just one prayer on everybody's lips, "Hey Prabhu, Meri Raksha Karo". Any amount of "Sorry bhai, Amne flu nahin che" from Rashesh Bhai could not console the now scared junta. The journey ended and off we went our separate ways.

To conclude, a short romantic song dedicated to flu by Sir John Paul Young
(Singalong)

Flu is in the air
Everywhere I look around
Flu is in the air
Every sight and every sound

(Chorus)
Flu is in the air
Flu is in the air
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh

Flu is in the air
In the whisper of the breeze
Flu is in the air
In the thunder of the sneeze

And I don't know if I'm just scheming
Don't know if I feel sane
But it's something that I must believe in
When everyone has got a mask across their mane

(Chorus)
Flu is in the air
Flu is in the air
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Tag 4

I have been tagged by Mrunalini. I have no choice but to fill up the blanks and pass on the tag to four others. I have been threatened with ex-communication from the blogging community if I don't comply. So here I go.

4 Places I wish I never be in

  • Babrala village, Meerut, UP - Not when you are waiting at 11:00 PM, for an 4 hour late overnight passenger train in this small village in eastern UP, amidst the many Bhaiyyas, their Bhabhis, Bahubalis, Netaji, police afisars and professional kidnappers (thankfully I had forgotten to wear my Armani that fateful day. sigh!)
  • Chennai - 2 months of summer internship in the blistering hot weather, extremely limited supply of brackish water, unfriendly people (women in particular). My only wish is to convince all the bhavan's - Saravana, Murugan idly shop .etc.etc to shift to Mumbai and Bangalore, so that I can enjoy the delectable dosas and ghee pongal for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
  • Mekele (Ethiopia) - 50% power deficit in a country with one of the highest crime rates among developing nations. You dare not venture out. Especially when the most happening shopping street with discs/pubs is called Chechnya for obvious reasons.
  • Andheri Station - At 9:00 AM morning rush hour, Diamonds are waiting to be studded at SEEPZ, Computers are all ready to be booted up at Powai, Attendance needs to be marked at colleges in Vile Parle, Dabbas crying out to be eaten, Meetings already behind schedule at nariman point. Is someone's work more important than the other's?. Sadly, the trains are not smart enough to figure that out. what are you waiting for then. Chalo! Chalo! Chalo!

4 TV Shows I never liked to watch

  • Rakhi ka Swayamvar - I never thought the institution of marriage can be made to look so silly. Just like when the half Canadian half Gujarati Elesh, professes his love to Rakhi in British accented Hindi "Rakhi tum bahut achhi, shaadi me-tum, main good husband banta". To which, Rakhi's brilliant reply " Okies! me loving Elesh too muchs. Me good wife becoming, homely homely types". Sic. Sic.
  • Boogie Woogie for aunties, uncles and grannies - Dance is fun to watch. But .
  • Telugu movies dubbed in Hindi on SET MAX - Forget the lip sync if there were any, dialogues and characters are so unlikely to ever speak hindi. Its funny, yes, but for just as long as you can bear it.
  • Star Parivar awards for best performances in Saas Bahu serials - It requires some real public interest to appreciate the many layers in the emotions enacted by the finest actors in the most challenging of roles in some of the greatest epic dramas ever broadcast on TV.

4 places to see before I die

  • Fjords in Norway
  • Lake Baikal in Siberia, Russia
  • Trek up the crater of Cotopaxi in Equador
  • Diamond mines in Angola

4 dishes I would like to be served for lunch today

  • Tofu/Paneer Malai Tikka for starters
  • Kaju masala with garlic naan
  • Thai green curry with steamed rice
  • Sizzling hot brownie with vanilla ice cream for dessert

4 Books I started reading, but have still not completed

  • Midnight's children by Salman Rushdie
  • Atlas shrugged by Ayn Rand
  • Imagining India by Nandan Nilekani
  • White Mughal by William Dalrymple

4 Movies I Can Watch Again & Again

  • Children of Heaven
  • Sound of Music
  • Independence Day
  • Mckenna's gold

Here are four people, I tag. I can bet all my worth, none of these guys are ever going to fill the form and pass the tag to others.

Mahesh

Siby

Wayne

Kasturi - I heard rumours about some secret blog for a limited audience.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Quiz Time

Keep you google search tabs ready. 5 questions, 5 minutes. Your time starts now!

Q1: Name this lady who played Roop (Kareena's Cousin Sis) in Jab We Met. She is also the hostess of the most popular dance reality show on Zee TV. She is also a poet with special interest in Shakespearean Literature.


Q2: Identify this daughter-in -law of the one of the most important cabinet ministers from South India.The cabinet minister quit his long standing finance job , to become a home maker (literally) recently. The lady is also a doctor and a trained Bharatnatyam dancer.


Q3: She is a very popular british cookery show host on 'Discovery Travel & Living'. Despite being on the wrong side of the 40s, she still has hundreds of websites dedicated to her. Born to a former Chancellor Ex Chequer and Heiress to British business house, she has carved a distinct identity for herself.


Q4: She is the second daughter of highest paid actor in India, who is worshipped by legions of fans in one south indian state and across several asian countries as well. A graphic designer, she is producing animation movies with Warner Bros currently.


Q5: Identify this immensely popular hollywood actress, who started her career with 'The confessions of a teenage drama queen' and hit the popularity charts with her role in the sci-fi blockbuster 'Transformers'.


Now there is a connecting theme in the answers to all 5 questions. If it is one late saturday evening and you have five eligible bachelors sitting around the living room, ruminating about life and suddenly you rake up the topic of 'Who you think is the most beautiful celebrity?'. These were the five answers that came out. Innumerable arguments and eventually, not a single guy agreed with another guy's choice.


PS1: What Anman eventually concluded - 'Beauty is in the IRIS of the Beholder, Never the twain shall meet'


PS2: If that was very easy, let me increase the level of difficulty. Now identify which guy chose which lady. Besides me, The other 4 guys would be Bertie, Da-1(Banker), Da-2(Consultant) and Anman. Should be easy for anyone, who knows the 5 guys well :-).