My travelogue

I have decided that from now onwards i shall take action on the long thought over decision. I had decided that I shall write a travelogue for the Business travellers, giving them details of what they can do post all those long meetings through the days. Most of the cities that you would go to, would have shut down their shops/museums by the time, you would finish your meetings. Then all we are left with are the 'business dinners" & breakfast meetings, at places suggested by the hotel, which are always almost each time some property that they own themselves or something so expensive or difficult to get in.
With the kind of Business travel I do, I would jot down the places to visit, the clubs to be after the business hours, and ofcourse where to eat & where to shop for those little souvenirs you would want to carry back home. I shall fill you in on the clubs you have to be at, even if you are in the middle of Addis Ababa :)
The only problem is that I generally do not remember names, so for my future travels I shall note the names down, click some pictures & upload them here with a detailed description. :) So yes, keep looking for updates.
Till then happy travelling.

New beginnings & endings....

Weddings bring along with them such freshness & happiness atleast for a day or few ;-)

But, truly, they are a moment when everyone you look at is full of emotions, excitement or just plain food... But they are all full. This weekend I witnessed the holy matrimony of two of our friends, oh they looked so happy that it would fill the coldest heart with warm thoughts & feelings wishing the couple a happy life ahead. Its a new beginning from where you embark upon the path of your life, no more being alone, but now you have a soul mate who would probably share everything with you, their happiness, your tears, be the support in your fears & love when you so need it dear.

I think weddings are the perfect happy endings & beginnings: a happy ending to the bachelorhood & a happy beginning to a new life of togetherness. Even while I am writing all these happy thoughts it would scare me out of my wits if the same beginnings were to be made with an absolute stranger... I don't know still how our parents managed those insecurities, those fears & managed to have a beautiful family. Even today for that matter, all those meetings etc before the arranged marriage seems such a sham. Ofcourse one is gonna put their best foot forward then why bother to even scale someone on parameters which are oh so possible to cheat with.

Whatever the background to it, on the day of wedding everyone thinks of beauty, love & happiness. everyone looks their best & cheerful. I love such environs where life seems a beautiful journey... Falling in love, getting married, everything that is a process in itself but being in that state, I am not too sure!!!

Wo shaam kuch ajeeb thi..... Diwali last year at Hiranandani Gardens

Diwali this year had a different color & detail to itself. It was more placid, calm, general chit chat with friends & family. An thorough enjoyment but in a different way. I liked it, I smiled but I missed what I had for the last year, wishing and hoping that it would be the same once again for just one day.... The Diwali last year at 12 A Powai Park was just something else.
I dont remember if we burst crackers last time, but yes we did crack a lot of jokes & broke ice... There were different generations in the same house blending & having fun with each other. Like any other party in that house, there was smoke, smoke of all the thoughts & words, there was liquor, liquor of laughter that would take you high & high & high.
I miss all those moments at times, when I sit back & look out of my window & rather than the high Hiranandani buildings, I see the houses of South Delhi, when I walk out on the road, & instead of the D Mart there is a fancy mall, when I sip out of that cuppa tea in a cafe, that is not mocha but passion.

Last year's diwali was something else, thank you to all my friends who were there for me then....
Woh shaam kuch ajeeb thi, ye shaam bhi ajeeb hai....

Food for talk

While surfacing from the depths of memory, I reached this layer too....
The memory is regarding the happy days when food was the centre of each activity. I have to accept that I wasn't that much of a foodie or particular about the flavours or the spices used or any finer details of it, till the time I met you. To me anything was either spicy with lots of chillies/condiments or was sour or was sweet/bitter or was just food. I still have those basic senses in use when I am eating that regular ghar ka khaana. But the food connoisseur was born thanks to VJ. Actually the deal was simple, when we started knowing each other better, the first thing to learn was the fact that we cant stand summer heat or winter chill, we are born to be in a/c environs. If and only if there were malls like there are today, we wouldnt have gained so much weight, sitting at restaurants, coffee shops, and bakeries just to spend time together, & ofcourse then you would have to spend money: then why not enjoy the sublime flavors rather than the normal 4 flavour palate that I had..... This is the happy begining to my journey towards enjoying & appreciting the flavours of food..... Since then I have been a happy well fed girl ;-) and never looked back, just kept on romancing food & flavours & fragrances

those happy lucky days when u were around

those were also days of my life when mornings were happy n crisp. when a cup of tea was the reason to take life easy. when finding a penny in my pocket brought excitement in our lives for it would buy the savored samosa. those were the happy lucky days when being carefree wasn't a choice but a habit, when running around for missing a lecture or at times attending the lecture was full of laughter. when exams were nothing but a mockery of no studies yet good marks. when we sold manu's books for a feast to last a week. when vinny was a shy young guy. when the gypsy was the official carrier and simla seemed a stone throw away. when classes were missed to see fallen drops of snow in kasauli, when mothers cooked food enough to feed an army devoured by a handful few us. when parties were larger than life. when ampules were not used only for injections but also to make strings of chimes, when detergent was added to picric acid to ensure a 100 percent yield in experiment, when files were completed on exam dates, when no one fought except for the bunks, when food was eaten like wild animals, when we were the popular ones, when notes were copied, photocopies made and friends would flunk, when every year one internal we all would fail for her birthday was more important than the exam, when driving a scooty with more than 150kgs on it was the challenge won by paddling through the way. when we did what no one else did and left that as a trend. when vinny made the sauce rice n yogi the famous onion parantha, when pooja was the favored eating joint, when MGHwas called mata ka mandir, when ragging was fun.... gone are all those days.... what they have left behind is a smile with the memories we shall all cherish.... but now since we are all together we shall live it all once again for just one day