Ok, so- how does this sound? Lightly toasted and buttered muffins, with a thick slice of spicy harissa grilled chicken in between, accompanied by the token lettuce leaves and dollops of sour cream and mustard to go with it. On the side, there's a plate of golden potato wedges, fried to perfection and sprinkled with … Continue reading Eat to live, but live a little!
Rain, rain, come again; come again and stay all day. Little Janu wants to play in the rain.
In 1986, following my father's retirement, my parents and I moved out of our comfortable 'sarkari' bungalow into a housing colony being constructed on the stony, dusty and barren slopes of a hill on the outskirts of town. Being an upcoming neighbourhood, the infrastructure was poor at best. The water supply was erratic, we were … Continue reading Rain, rain, come again; come again and stay all day. Little Janu wants to play in the rain.
Making ‘khichdi’ out of a ‘khichdi’
'Sabudana khichdi' is a popular fast-food where I live. And by fast-food, I don't mean whatever comes under the category of junk food, I mean food that can be had when one is fasting. Luckily, it's not restricted to only those fasting times, it can be relished at any time, any day. Which is why … Continue reading Making ‘khichdi’ out of a ‘khichdi’
Food and some -isms.
Watching food videos is a highly-satisfying, guilt-free way of indulging in some scrumptious treats without having to spend a penny or put on an inch around the waistline. Unless one considers the ounces gained from being glued to the screen for hours. As a foodie, I take this particular activity very seriously. The other day … Continue reading Food and some -isms.
Here we go again…Mahabaleshwar revisited.
"SEX!" the letters in big, bold green yelled at me from the back of a tempo. We were driving in the 'ghats', on our way to Mahabaleshwar; a little town high up in the Sahyadris. These letters caught my attention (as they were meant to) and as we neared the tempo, we saw; perched on … Continue reading Here we go again…Mahabaleshwar revisited.
Impressions of Dharamsala…suite et fin
For a trip that was three months in the planning and just four days in the executing, my visit to Dharamsala certainly left a lot of impressions on my mind. And now I know the reason why. I had promised myself this at the beginning of 2017, not knowing that the quote is credited to … Continue reading Impressions of Dharamsala…suite et fin
Impressions of Dharamsala- those magnificent men in their driving machines.
Bye-bye Ola, Uber, Meeru and all the rest of them. No kaali-peelis, either. Or buses. Just a few auto-rickshaws of indeterminate colour. For visitors to Dharamsala, the best way to get around is by using the services of private or individual cab owners. And with every trip, my admiration for these hardy but seemingly tireless … Continue reading Impressions of Dharamsala- those magnificent men in their driving machines.
Impressions of Dharamsala…dogs, Illiteratti, Bahubali and other random stuff.
Travel, as we all know, broadens the mind and can also widen the waistline. When a mind soaks up everything it comes across; like a thirsty sponge, the resulting output can run into several blog posts. I brought back many memories of my stay in Dharamsala- they're now jostling and shoving at each other in … Continue reading Impressions of Dharamsala…dogs, Illiteratti, Bahubali and other random stuff.
Reflections on Dharamsala- the Exiles (part 2)
Tibet, Shangri-La, Roof of the World, a country over two-thirds the size of India or more than two and half times the size of Austria, Denmark, France and Germany put together. A country with a distinct race, with its own spoken and written language, culture, traditions, food and dress. In 1959 the population of Tibet was … Continue reading Reflections on Dharamsala- the Exiles (part 2)
Reflections on Dharamsala- the Exiles (Part 1)
At the Dalai Lama Temple in McLeodGanj, there are the usual hordes of tourists, armed with cameras and selfie sticks, clicking away at everything in sight; even within the sanctum where a board says 'No photography'. There, among the crowds, seated on a bench were these two old ladies, twirling their prayer wheels, fingers busy … Continue reading Reflections on Dharamsala- the Exiles (Part 1)
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