Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Online discoveries

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I love discovering. A quaint store, an underrated food joint, local markets, a tree-lined lane (increasingly, a rarity in Bombay), second-hand books, quirky merchandise, a cool bargain, picture postcards (finding a nice one in Mumbai is an achievement) and just about anything. It's my curiosity that eggs me on to do these things.

A local market in Goa
While nothing beats an actual shopping trip and stumbling upon the unusual, of late I've been checking out a lot of e-commerce portals. A LOT. And it's interesting, too, to see how the Indian online shopping scene has exploded. 
Flipkart made it fashionable, I guess. And then you had everyone from SnapDeal, Fashion&You, 99Labels and a host of others selling everything and anything. I used to wait eagerly for their newsletters to see what deal(s) I could score, especially watches from fancy brands. I wasn't completely on board though. For most of the time, I was happy being a window shopper of the online variety. Till one Christmas. I ordered a dozen or so books from Flipkart to gift to children of my relatives and friends. Even though I had shopped online before that, it was my 'aha' moment. I could do this. Without worrying. And most importantly, even enjoy it as much as offline shopping. :P

But soon, I also realised there's life beyond Flipkart and the others. And not just heavyweights like Junglee, Jabong, Myntra, etc (how do they come up with such names?).

I'm hardly addicted to social networking sites these days. I am active on them but they don't keep me hooked for too long anymore. Apart from a silly game, Candy Crush, all my online activity seems to centre around any website that sells something of interest. And with Christmas around the corner, my annual Twitter Secret Santa participation was imminent. My Santee's wishlist had a generic mix of things s/he wanted (not gonna reveal the gender yet). And while looking for those, hit upon some sites - old and new. I'm sharing a few in this post. Maybe you'll find something of interest or score a bargain in the process.

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CHUMBAK
This colourful company changed the perception of the India souvenir. For the better. 'Chumbak' means 'magnet' and that's how their product line really began... from a fridge magnet. At least now we can proudly say we have funky fridge magnets for those tourists who want a piece of India to take back home.

Chumbak products are not easily available in Mumbai (or at least I haven't found them easily), so your best bet is to go online and shop directly from the website.
Some of my current favourites are Storage Tins, Magnets, Gift Hampers and Bobble Heads.

"FREE shipping on order value Rs.595 and above". So that could be a factor.


Also, it's a good idea to check the "sale" section on any of these sites. Like here.At the time of writing this, there's this sweet combo of coffee mugs for mom and dad for Rs. 395. And a canvas laptop bag with an autorickshaw print on it at Rs. 495, marked down from Rs. 1550. Awesome, right? 

One thing I'm sad about is that they have discontinued selling (at least online) their square-shaped postcards. I thought they were wonderful.

A selection of Chumbak postcards
I asked them about it and the response was "They were not moving." :( I am not surprised, but it's still disappointing.


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HYSTERIA
I stumbled onto this store on my last trip to Bengaluru in April. It's a haven for original merchandise with a music, film or TV theme. Like bobble heads of your favourite TV characters. The incorrigible Barney Stinson, an annoyingly cute Sheldon Cooper (as also his other fellow characters from The Big Bang Theory) and even some of your favourite superheroes make up a small collection worth checking out. Considering these are genuine pieces, the pricing looks quite reasonable. The website is a welcome relief if you live outside of the Garden City.

Sore points with the online experience? 
(1) The website doesn't load the images properly. Most of the descriptions are hidden. Cluttered feel. CSS/HTML gone haywire perhaps? 
And (2), the other issue I have (and I did make a phone call to confirm this) is they have a shipping cost for each product. So if I'm picking up a set of badges (Rs. 50 shipping) AND the Barney bobblehead (Rs. 100 shipping), they will charge me Rs. 150 for shipping to the same address. Absurd, right? I was informed they are working on that. I hope that's rectified soon.
 
Thankfully, the one time I transacted online, it was a smooth process. Waiting to see how and by when my order gets delivered.

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I don't know anything about this e-commerce venture. It's just another shop for different sellers. Somewhat like an Indian Etsy (of course, Shopo was once that till SnapDeal bought them - a move I don't get).

Coming back to Xarato (How do you pronounce it? "Zarrato"?)... I landed on it because a friend sent me a link to something and then I clicked on something else and was on this Facebook page for "Nobodyelse" - an independent Nagpur-based business for "Clocks, jewellery, hooks, murals, paintings etc." - and the person behind it has a jewellery line called Errors which caught my eye. I'm a sucker for earrings. What can I say? Click here to see some images.
And Xarato enticed me by saying if I signed up via my Facebook account, they'd give me a Rs. 500 discount on my first transaction (minimum spend of Rs. 1500; also the coupon code is only valid for the first day, I think). Not bad, I thought. And what's the harm in trying it out? It's not going to be a massive spend anyway. So now I'm waiting for three pairs of earrings, and because I had to round off the billing to Rs. 1500, I added some kiddie hair accessories. They will be included in my Christmas gift for the loveliest almost-3-year-old girl I know. 

The surfing on that site took me a while. The site is image-heavy (obviously!), so a slow internet connection can really kill the experience. But other than that, no issues with the transaction.

So that's that. I might be shopping at The Elephant Company soon. Waiting for my bank balance to recover a bit before I do that. ;)


Disclaimer: This is a personal opinion piece. None of the sites/brands mentioned here have anything to do with me, except for the fact that I may have snooped around their websites/stores, lusted after their products, and actually purchased some as well. I do not take responsibility if you shop at any or all of them and have an issue.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Ooooo-Usha

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It's Thursday and you're longingly looking at that calendar waiting for the weekend to descend upon you. For me though, the weekends have been so hectic that I'm looking for a weekend to get away from my regular week AND weekend. Seriously. In the middle of that thought, I came across this video today and it brought such sunny happy thoughts to my mind that I had to share it.


I've always admired Usha Uthup's versatility and her unique personality. Fabulous singer, woman of substance and funny as hell. A true legend.

Enjoy maadi,
~j~

PS: Who doesn't love her sarees and bindis? Sigh.

Wednesday, November 06, 2013

Thaali in a gif-fy

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One of my favourite food places in Pune, Janseva Bhojanalaya near Deccan Gymkhana, does a very delicious unlimited almost-Maharashtrian thaali. It's mindboggling, really. So instead of just posting multiple photos, I experimented with a little something. Hope you like it.


When I ate there in May 2012, the thaali was priced at Rs. 130. This time around (November 2013), it was Rs. 250. WHOA!!! But still totally worth it.

~j~

Postcard from Pune: Ladh, Jhagadh, Aage Badh...

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Wow, I haven't posted in over two months and I'm wondering if there has been anything interesting to blog about since that last post. Well, I had a lovely Diwali weekend (three days!) in Pune visiting a close friend who's in the family way. And a mad cousin accompanied me, so it was just fun-fun-fun.

Aside from lining up outside Kayani Bakery at 7.30 AM for mawa cakes/Shrewsbury biscuits (and some more goodies) and battling a Diwali crowd at Chitale Bandhu for their famed bakharwadi, I had the opportunity to visit Fort Jadhavgadh. An erstwhile Maratha fort now converted into a heritage hotel, this almost-impromptu trip turned out to be a super break from the urban landscape of Pune and of course, Mumbai.

The steps leading up to the fort's main entrance
The story in short
Shahu, the grandson of Chhatrapati Shivaji (the great Maratha warrior king) was imprisoned for 21 years by the Mughals and later released. One of his prominent army commanders, Pilaji Jadhavrao, was instrumental in reinstating Shahu to the Maratha throne. Pilaji built four strategic monuments around Pune during his time to bolster their capital; Jadhavgadh at Saaswad was one of them and the only one of the four to survive to this day. It has since been turned into a heritage fort hotel - the first and probably the only one of its kind in Maharashtra. Who owns and who runs the property? Some info here.



My take
The museum of everyday objects. No photography permitted inside.
From the outside, the fort has been nicely restored and beautifully maintained. The lawns are green and have a variety of flowering plants. The frangipani and hibiscus were my favourites. 

There is a museum that you can cover before entering the fort. It houses a small, but interesting, collection of everyday objects of a time gone by. Intricately designed tobacco/kumkum boxes, betel leaf containers (paandan), nutcrackers, children's rattles, kitchen utensils, cutlery, coconut graters, pots, women's saree blouses and even royal palanquins. We were told it's from Vithal Kamat's personal collection. Mr Kamat is the man behind Hotel Orchid and VITS in Mumbai, and it is his group that runs operations at Fort Jadhavgadh. Worth a look.

The traditionally dressed guard with the tutari.
You get welcomed by a tutari-tooting turbanned (oooh, alliteration!) guard at the entrance and the beats of a nagada, a large-ish drum. A lady staffer dressed in the traditional nine-yard Maharashtrian saree called the nauvari applies a tikka on your forehead. Royal welcome indeed!

Once you've climbed up - and mind you, these are actual stone steps of the fort - you will come across the small reception area and the staff will guide you. The rooms and banquet areas are close at hand. Further up, there are some more rooms. And they even have these 'royal tents' out near the lawns.





How lovely does that look?
Finally, the swimming pool. It's located right at the top and has these two trees in the middle of it. I loved the fact that they let those trees be. The pool looked clean and really pretty; and if you go early enough before the other guests arrive, it's actually a wonderfully peaceful zone with just the mountains all around and an occasional staffer showing up to clear any leaves that fall into the water. And I just read that "While restoring the gadhi, the original rainwater harvesting system was discovered. It has been converted to feed a swimming pool."

Another view of the pool
There is a spa service too. I did not check it out. But to know more about that and generally about the hotel, do click here. The rates for the accommodation are obviously pricey. In the current Diwali holiday season, the cheapest double room is approximately Rs. 8000 a night. I'm sure it still seems reasonable compared to other similar properties in places like Rajasthan. 


My friends and I took the 'day picnic' option as the staffers referred to it. Basically, you can go there and sign up for one or two or three buffet meals of the day and get to access the pool and the lawns and just chill. We did breakfast and lunch (the museum tour is free if you're either a hotel guest or a day visitor). If you're in Pune city, this makes for an ideal getaway without spending a bomb on the accommodation. It's just 30-60 minutes away. From Mumbai, it's anywhere between 3 to 4 hours by road, so planning to reach there early in the morning is the key. However, try and avoid going during the busy holiday season.

In all, I had a great time. The only negative was the food. It wasn't bad, but could have been better. The menu seemed confused, especially at breakfast, where you had butterscotch milkshake and methi parathas vying for attention with medu vadas and eggs to order. And except for the moong dal halwa (lunchtime dessert), nothing stood out for the foodie in me. I much preferred the crisp cream rolls and mawa cakes from Kayani's. Fresh, yummy and material for another blog post. :P

I know this has been a longgggg read! But thank you for reading. These photos are from my phone. I will try to upload some from my camera (which unfortunately is giving up slowly). My friend's husband has clicked some very nice ones on his fancy DSLR. I will try and post a few of those once he sends them to me.

Tumchi*,
~j~


*Denotes "yours" in Marathi. If a man was writing this, it would be "tumcha". :)

PS: "Ladh, Jhagadh, Aage Badh..." is the fort's tagline and means "Battle, Fight, Move Forward..."

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Getting older (and hopefully, wiser)

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Birthdays, I tell you. They creep up on you. Just like that. But hey! I'm actually not feeling anything about getting older this year. :) 

CPK's Red Velvet Cake. Delish.

As for my day yesterday, it was the usual. But we (family) did go to California Pizza Kitchen in BKC for dinner. I've been there a few times before, and the menu's just about alright. The only reason we went there was we didn't want to travel all the way to Bandra West or Andheri West during the peak traffic hours. And of course, for the red velvet cake. It is delicious. For a pizza place to be excelling in something else... haha! But you have to try it out. I quite love it.

So, another year goes by. Kris assured me, "you aren't getting older, you're just getting better". 

And then when I was being silly, RB reminded me, "oye champ! sometimes i get inspired by you to live the "good life". age is just a number, remember? ;)"

Phone calls, texts, emails, WhatsApp conversations (even a group renamed to wish me), Facebook posts (I don't list my birthday anymore) and a bunch of tweets kickstarted by my madcap friend, DeeSee, who very sweetly remembered the date inspite of being in a corner of China. 

People called and sang over the phone (Thanks, DD+family and Divi) and my favourite 2-year-old in the world not only sang for me, but also promised to make me a "green cake". Chocolates and wishes from colleagues. Blessings and prayers from my parents and elders and the love of many.

With family and friends like these, how could I not be thankful? I truly am. And feel wonderfully blessed and strengthened to take on another day/week/month/year.

*hugs the universe*

~j~ 

PS: I'm probably the last one to discover this... Google (when you're signed in on your birthday) shows a birthday doodle on the search page and links to your Google+ account. Cute. And thanks, Google!


Thursday, July 11, 2013

On detours

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Life - and the world wide web - have a funny way of throwing answers at you when certain questions plague your very existence.

From one of the zillion newsletters I signed up for, here's a quote that spoke straight to me:
"You may think that taking a detour in life is a waste of time and energy, but you can also see the detour as a means of learning more about who you are and where you are heading in your life. Being off the beaten path may be disorienting and confusing at times, yet it challenges your creative spirit to discover new and different ways to get back home, into your heart; for your heart is your real home." -- Andreas Moritz

Maybe it's time. Time for that detour. 

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

A little sunshine

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The heavens opened up last Friday (and also earlier that week) and created the usual havoc that Mumbai gets to face. But hey, most of our city's problems are man-made. Nay, let me rephrase that. Most of the problems here are BMC-made. 

The ensuing wet-wet-wet weekend didn't really dampen any of my plans thankfully (watched Man Of Steel and hogged away with friends) but this morning as we drove to St. Michael's Church, Mahim for Day 2 of the annual feast novena, I spotted the sun trying its darndest to break through the clouds. Such a wondrous sight!

And as I type this in the afternoon and look at the brightness outside my work window, I say: I'm grateful for the rains but THANK YOU FOR THE SUNSHINE TODAY.

~j~

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

June bug

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Note to self, perhaps?
 
Picture courtesy: Random post on Facebook

In under three weeks from now, half of 2013 will be over. I hate it when time flies so quickly and nothing of note has transpired in one's life. Travel plans are so scattered right now. :( And then... I found myself reading this piece on a young woman driving all across India in a Nano. Solo. Brave lady, fun trip. And it's left me depressed.

Sigh.

Then, of course, my own struggles with a few things at the moment. Clarity, where art thou? 

Hope the rain earlier this week didn't dampen your spirits. Can't crib too much anyway considering we are dependent on rain water for survival in this country. But yes, you could blame all the disasters on good old BMC. May I have my tax money back? Thanks.

~j~

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Candy Chillar

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This is beginning to annoy me a great deal...


The guys who collect toll money at the Aarey Check Naka (off Western Express Highway, Goregaon East) have started dispensing candy when they are short by one rupee in change. The toll for rickshaws entering the colony is Rs. 7. So if you give the chap a tenner, you will get back a receipt with a two-rupee coin and a Parle Melody (a childhood favourite, by the way).

While this business of giving candy instead of chillar (change) is a common practice (at least) in Bombay's mom-and-pop stores, why do I feel cheated when the toll guys do it?

~j~

#OpenLove

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So @MissMalini ran a Twitter contest for Tigre Blanc Vodka sometime ago where she tweeted:
As with most things on the internet, I tweeted my reply to her and forgot all about it. Imagine my surprise when she announced me as one of the winners. :)

I received the hamper a few days ago and you know what? Hands down, this has got to be the most awesome-looking prize I have ever won. Thanks, Malini and Tigre Blanc!

Pictures:




Cheers!
~j~

Tuesday, April 02, 2013

Tuesday Trial

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This is what our trains should be. EMPTY!
So, this morning, I left at 7.45 AM to drop my kid sister E to NM College for her tutorial classes farewell party which was supposed to start at  8.30 AM!!! (I've heard of after-parties that go on till the wee hours of the morning. But who the heck starts a party, even for kids, at that hour?) We took a rickshaw directly and I dropped her and her classmate there, and took the same rickshaw to Ville Parle station nearby to board a train to Goregaon towards my workplace.

As I was climbing down the stairs to the platform, I noticed a small crowd forming in the middle of the stairs. An elderly man lay flat on the floor and apparently he had had a heart attack. There were quite a few people around him trying to revive him, and honestly I don't know how I could help. So I did the best thing I could: not crowd the stairs like everyone else. I think they called the station master and all that. But he was unconscious.

While waiting for the train, a lady walked up to where we were standing and told her friend about the man. I overheard at that time that it was probably a heart attack. And that he didn't have a cell phone or any ID on him. I overheard this, so no idea how true it was. I had barely slept the night before so all this was just adding to my brain getting fried.

The train arrived and I kept thinking about the man, so I tweeted about the incident saying this had happened and for more details, people can contact the station master.

To distract myself, I started reading the entertaining WhatsApp conversation from last night with Lo... and then realised all of a sudden - since I usually board from Santacruz (and that has been a long time ago anyway) - I missed getting off at Goregaon, and ended up two stations ahead - at Kandivali - much to my horror!

This was THE peak hour!

I quickly crossed over the railway bridge hoping no TC would catch me. My train pass was only till Goregaon. And I even thought I should just go to the East and take a rickshaw. But I thought "what a waste of money!" (why doesn't this thought occur everyday when I spend so much?) and the fact that I was still quite early convinced me to get my ticket coupons (I keep a booklet with me) punched, so I could travel without any issues.

Went back to the platform for Churchgate trains. Opposite direction. Took a deep breath and then forgot to breathe seeing the first train that arrived. PACKED to the rafters and beyond!

I think I stood by and watched for a good 10 minutes... let 4-5 trains go by in the process while scratching my head wondering how do people do it! Every day!

Even the freakin' Andheri Slow was packed. People were hanging out. I was told later by the Borivali boys in my office that it starts from Virar, hence jam-packed. The First Class compartments were worse. Finally, a relatively emptier Churchgate Fast arrived from Borivali. Got in. And managed to get off at Goregaon in one piece. Phew!

Thankfully, the office bus was delayed but I would have just about made it anyway. So thank heavens I didn't spend a bomb on that part of the commute. Yes, rickshaw fares now in Mumbai make you really poor.

But yes, that  morning incident at Ville Parle station got me thinking. I need to enroll in a first aid course.

~j~

PS: Please excuse the excessive exclamation marks. Just been that kinda day!

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

DD's Travel Writing Bus - November 2012

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Our writing mentor Dilip had suggested a couple of assignments way back in November when we met. The first one is the 'homework' piece and the second one is what we wrote during the session:

* Write a story (or part of a story) about a relatively young person (let's say under 40 years old) who will die soon. Only, s/he has no idea about this. You, the all-seeing author, do know: so write with that knowledge affecting your writing in whatever way it can or will.

My attempt:
 
He smiled. I looked around me, and then quickly, and sheepishly realised he was indeed smiling at me. I smiled back. Or at least that what I thought I did. 

The chaos surrounding us hardly seemed to perturb him. I marvelled at his calm demeanour and then was transported back in time to that muggy summer day in the March of 1999. It was my usual bus route and I was already running late for college. Maybe Professor D'Cruz would excuse me. Maybe he would forget about the class today. Myriad silly thoughts. Almost absentmindedly, I jumped into Bus No. 452. Double deckers always were my favourite. Climbing upstairs, I plonked myself on a seat at the back so that I could make my way down quickly when my destination arrived. 

I was buried in one of those novels when it struck me that a set of eyes were on me. A very intent gaze. Annoyed, I looked across my seat and was too stunned to look away. How did I miss seeing him at all? He was tiny, frail and covered in a bundle to keep him warm. And I kept thinking to myself it's so bloody hot.

The woman carrying him was impeccably dressed. Her burkha was neat and didn't show any signs of distress. But her eyes looked tired, almost vacant. She was probably a couple of years older than me. Young. Tired. Resigned. I watched them. Every time the bus swerved or hit a pothole, she clutched him a little tighter. 

Holy Cross Hospital, it was. That's where they got off. Their stop suddenly made sense to me. I saw them on that bus route once every week every day for the next two months. We never spoke, except once when I gave her a medal of Infant Jesus that my mother had asked me to give the kid. They were part of my day for those two months and Mum had heard about them and felt very concerned. That day, the burkha-clad lady mentioned how they had also knocked on all kinds of spiritual doors. Haji Ali to Mount Mary to Siddhi Vinayak. So Infant Jesus also was an added deity and much appreciated. He barely ate, she said. Never even cried when he was born. Too weak and they didn't know why.

Fourteen years later, we ran into each other at Holy Cross Hospital. I had to visit my ailing grandma and in the same ward, I noticed a familiar pair of eyes on me. He went about fidgeting with a cell phone - some game he was engrossed in - and occasionally he would look up and smile. But the figure on the bed next to him reminded me of the day I saw her for the first time on that bus. Lifeless, yet impeccably dressed.

He, of course, did not recognize me. She? Well, she could not recognize me.

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The other piece we did during the November session was this and quoting Dilip here:
* I opened a favourite novel to a random page and chose the first two sentences I saw there. The novel is Bernard MacLaverty's "Cal" (which I thoroughly recommend, by the way) and these are the two sentences:

"Skeffington poured the contents of the bag onto the table and the others helped him sort the notes into piles. During the silence of counting, Cal felt it on the tip of his tongue to say that he had got himself a job but he knew that the next question would be "Where?" and he did not want to tell them."
Again, write a story (or part) that starts with those two sentences. Up to 500 words. 

My attempt:

Skeffington poured the contents of the bag onto the table and the others helped him sort the notes into piles. During the silence of counting, Cal felt it on the tip of his tongue to say that he had got himself a job but he knew that the next question would be "Where?" and he did not want to tell them.

His eyes were transfixed on the table. That's a look Skeffington had never seen before. That’s a look he didn’t want to see either.

Cal avoided everyone's gaze as he turned in his loot next. When he pulled out a tightly wound wad, something fell to the ground. He hoped no one had noticed but it was too late. Arthur picked up the chain with questioning eyes. The pendant bore a symbol he had seen before. Actually, a symbol everyone had seen and dreaded for far too long. A hush had descended on the room.

Skeffington stepped up to Arthur and the next set of events was a complete blur. Cal was on the ground wincing from a hard jaw-breaking slap. He tried to explain but the chief was in no mood to listen. The words 'trust' and 'betray' echoed in Cal's head throughout. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. His only crime was that he was born in enemy camp and he wished to broker peace between two warring factions. All for his grandfather's sake and just so he could bring his soul to eternal rest.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

March-ing on...

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Hello, hello! I'm back on the blog after two months. In fact, I had almost forgotten about this space... Most of the time away was spent on a project that took me out of Bombay on New Year's Day - an all-confusing (at the start) and then an all-consuming assignment which involved a university cricket tournament. BUT all rants aside, I learnt a great deal during this time - operationally and from a business perspective - and made some new friends in the process. It was just a first step in a new direction for me on the work front. So let's see where it goes. 

Physically, I can feel the exhaustion and stress of the long hours put in taking its toll on me. Add to it, an erratic sleep cycle and the weird moods of the Bombay summer. And what have you got? Me writing a blog post at close to 3:00 AM!

Meanwhile, some notes from my last two months:

- The boys from Jain University, Bengaluru won the inaugural University Cricket Championship. I had the pleasure of interacting with most of them (and seven other teams) on that January trip. Such a fun bunch of cricketers. And I won't be surprised if some of them make it big in the Indian cricket scene at the highest level. Yes, they are *that* good! To know more about the event, check out www.ucc.in and here's a special tete-a-tete with the eventual champions.

- Speaking of Bengaluru or Bangalore... I had the absolute privilege of seeing a legend in flesh and blood, RAHUL DRAVID, on 23rd February 2013! One of Bangalore's most adored sons and also happens to be my all-time favourite sportsperson. Boy, was it surreal! We were on the same ground breathing the same air for quite some time. I was speechless. 

- Rahul also appeared last weekend on Achievers' Club - on Star World - where he was interviewed by actor Boman Irani. Watch it! That's an order.


- Food blogger Kalyan Karmakar, a.k.a. @finelychopped on Twitter, is organising his second food walk in Bombay (April) - this time around the eateries of the Fort commercial area. For details, click HERE. Kalyan's first food walk took us to Bohri Mohalla and I was glad to be walking and eating alongside. I will try and upload the photos I've clicked from that evening soon. (Where's the time?)

- I need to make time for a zillion things (foot massage/pedicure, health check-up, exercise plans, travel itineraries, planning gifts) and for meeting a zillion people. In fact, DD's Writing Bus re-appears this Saturday after what seems like ages. Which means I need to first exercise my brain for the writing homework that has been assigned.

Ok, that's it from me for now. I have a couple of blog posts in my head (as always) and my to-do list never seems to end. On that note, I will call it a night.

Peace,
~j~

Wednesday, January 09, 2013

Relationshit

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From "It's late. I insist on driving you home." to "Is it ok if I drop you halfway?"

From "Call/text me as soon as you reach home." to "Do you want to take the train?"

From "I've taken down the rickshaw number. Please get home safe." to "How are you going home?" and then not even checking if I boarded some public transport.

Should've seen it coming.


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NOTE: Logged in to my Tumblr account after ages and found this post in my Drafts there. No clue when I wrote this. Must have been a really long time ago. And yes, it was titled 'Relationshit' originally.

Friday, January 04, 2013

Hello, 2013!

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Hi there! Happy New Year! I know I am three days late with the wishing, but you see I had to travel on an urgent work assignment at very short notice. In fact, I returned on 31st December from a whirlwind 4-day trip of Mangalore - two of which were spent in the train to and fro - and flew out for the assignment on New Year's Day. While I can't disclose where I am at the moment, here's a picture postcard for you. :)


This is a little moment I captured for myself today.

Hope you had a wonderful Christmas and New Year celebration. December 2012 vanished in a blur for me thanks to all the weddings I had to attend. I am feeling a bit jaded and am currently battling a sore throat. Hope to be alright soon and also to get back to blogging about a couple of exciting experiences. 

Catch you later,
~j~

PS: I quite like the place I am staying in right now. More importantly, I am enjoying this living-out-of-a-suitcase business. Let's see for how long though.

PPS: Special shout-out to Lo! Was super thrilled to have met her in December when she was down. Sadly, this work project ruined our plans to meet before she leaves for Abu Dhabi.

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