Not so recent anymore, its more of a collection of thoughts and experiences; some that have disturbed me, some that have left me pondering, some that have left me speechless, some that provided entertainment and some that have annoyed me... all to the point where I had an overwhelming desire to share them...
Friday, May 19, 2006
A Taste of Belgium..
Well if you are in Bangalore, then I‘ve got news for you – It’s not any of the above (well except the food part).:)
This is one quaint little café situated in the heart of Koramangala , so nondescript that its not a surprise that having lived in that area for about 5 months now, I myself had not noticed it all this while. It was only because of a Crazy+Unique+Different+Whimsical and Dear friend of mine that I chanced upon its premises.
This friend of mine is the cutest… she’s not afraid of doing different things that are not commonplace. She went ahead and joined a Child Help organization ‘Asha’, and then took the responsibility of organizing a painting competition for the kids…she had no qualms. However, by the time she was done with all the organizing, she had gone half crazy, talking to the ‘n’ people, sponsors, asking people to help, finding judges, etc etc etc. She never complained. And the most ironic thing was that at that very competition, she lost her wallet complete with cash and credit cards. She is the one person who pulls us all to the weirdest of places….A flower show in a far away Park, a play in a far away Theatre, a weird movie in a nearby (Thank God for that!) theatre, are a few. I was lucky enough to escape some of her whacky ideas. (If you’re reading this…R…I mean ALL of this in a GOOD way..:))
As usual I’m wavering from the point. What I’m trying to say is that maybe the one place she recommended and I really, really, really liked is this quaint little café set on the 1st floor of a 3-storeyed building , which I have been seeing almost everyday these last few months , but never noticed.
Last Friday, my room-mate and I were at home, trying to pass our time looking at wax melting in the candles, during one of the sudden power cuts that have started to plague our locality off late. We decide to go out and then as usual started wandering as to where we could while away the Friday evening. I remembered what my friend had recommended and the fact that the place is situated just 5 minutes from our place. So, we decided, why not give it a try? We got nothing to lose except our time ..:) and we didn’t mind that in the least.
As we entered the place, we were pretty sure that the place was closed (at least for that evening) - the place was that empty. A forlorn looking guy looked at us from the counter and we asked, very hesitantly, if it was open. Luckily for us, he said Yes.
The place is actually very, very small for a restaurant. About 6 tables were set, 2 counters at 2 sides, one whose shelves had absolutely nothing, the other had some stuff I guess. Another smaller guy was sitting behind the counter, doing nothing.
We sat at a table near to the wall. It was really nice - the way the wall was decorated; Tasteful posters of Belgium (the one name i remember is Gent) and some ads of Belgian chocolates gave colour to the off-white wall. Overlooking the street via which we had come, was a glass screen. So, we could see outside, and hanging on the wall were colourful lights which lit up in some rhythmic pattern. On each table was a vase with pink flowers. The forlorn waiter/manager/cook came up to us with menus which were actually Xerox copies of a printout I guess. Along with the usual stuff that cafes have, (all those varieties of
coffees and juices) the menu included Belgian Waffles, Pancakes and some Belgian specialties whose names I can’t remember. Thankfully these food items had descriptions at the side, so we selected a name which was described something like, ‘Buttered toast with Chicken salad…..’ the rest is kind of foggy in my mind. While we were waiting there, they played some English music…light and lively tunes. One song went on and on….’ I’m not English; I’m not French……. I’m Belgian….’. That was like the final touch to the ambience of a very English (Belgian actually) restaurant.
All the time we were discussing as to whether this place even did enough business to stay afloat. Considering the fact that the 45 minutes to 1 hour we were there, not a single soul entered its portals, we were pretty sure, it didn’t (and still doesn’t) .
Then we felt a little low that such a cozy and nice café was going unnoticed and might just close down.
Then we felt sorry for the two people who were working there.
Then we cheered ourselves up that at least they would be getting their salaries, even though the place didn’t run.
Then we felt sorry for the owner of the place who had had such a hare brained idea to open such a place in such locality, thus ensuring that it would not run.
Then we again cheered ourselves up that there was no other explanation for the café to be still running , except that the owner must be an eccentric who had loads of wealth to squander , and who had some beautiful memories of Belgium which s/he wanted to keep alive in this small corner of Bangalore.
By the time we had come to the end of all these meandering musings, our food was served. We’d also ordered Cold Coffee and some Mint Lemon drink (my room-mate isn’t all that non-crazy either). The food was actually good - toast with butter dripping from all over, filled with chicken and cheese ,and crisp salted potato wafers, served with slices of tomato , cucumber and a fruit (which I think was FIG.. not sure though). We were still struggling with our tall glasses of drinks by the time we were done with the sandwich/whatever it was actually called.
When were finally done (i.e. after my friend was done sipping on the never-ending melting ice in her Lemon drink), we paid up and left…hoping that the forlorn waiter would be a little happier having (what could have been) his very first (and probably last) customers of the day.
As, we walked back, all I said was, ‘An agreeable nice experience’. She totally agreed.
Friday, May 12, 2006
Product of a Devil's Workshop..
I’ve got nothing to do..
So then I started looking at blog pages..
& guess what? People write absolutely anything...
The smallest things create large impressions in minds,
It's amazing isn't it? How big things are built from seemingly inconsequential ideas..
As usual I’m going off track (not that there is a well defined track but anyways)…What I was trying to say is that if people can write all of the smallest incidents.. why shouldn’t I?
So I decided to increase the number of posts on my blog site.
Before reading ahead... be warned… this post will have absolutely nothing relevant, mind blowing or important to say. So if you’re expecting to read something hard-hitting and thought provoking, stop reading n wasting your time.
Hahaha I have absolutely no idea as to what I’m rambling on an on about...
Here I am, sitting at my desk… after a heavy lunch of Chicken Biriyani... listening to this one song 'Lamha Lamha; from the recent movie Gangster which is repeating again and again on my Media Player, wondering what is it that I should do..
Should I do something productive as all our TLs & PMs say, 'it’s not a bad thing that you have a lot of free time; utilize it. Don’t just sit there and chat and check emails. Read up, increase your knowledge base....' (Hahaha whoever says all that should be told once and for all that freshers are too habituated to the Study All Night or Fail situation (where we learn only when the only thing that keeps us glued to our books is the threat of having to stay back in the college an extra year) to learn something when there is no pressure,
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Should I start a chain mail or something?
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Should I just continue writing this crap?
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Should I call up some unfortunate entity and bore him/her so that I can pass on my boredom?
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Should I chat with someone?
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Should I just continue writing this crap?
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Should I open all my email accounts and start organizing the stuff into folders and all?
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Should I search for nice wallpapers on the net?
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Should I just continue writing this crap?
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Should I change the song list?
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Should I just continue writing this crap?
Chalo I’ll settle for this crap.
You know (silly me! How would u know?), the guy who sits in the cubicle next to me .. Either he’s on bench or he’s doing his dummy project (project done during training period)....he’s mostly ALWAYS sleeping. Everyday he'll come, religiously open some PDF document, read and highlight some lines (all the time listening to music with his RED Kingfisher headphones), then just put his head down in front of the monitor and doze off. No worries at all. Sometimes, some others come to his desk, sometimes these others also look at the same PDF (or maybe different.. how would I know?) document and do some cut-copy-paste operation. And imagine this - while this other person is assumedly doing this perennially sleeping guy’s work, the dozing guy sleeps off (sitting just next to the worker)...
Hahaha it’s a sight to see.
Right now, I look back and what do I see? Wonders of wonders....
He’s not dozing! He’s actually working on some PowerPoint presentation. So I guess he’s preparing for the dummy project presentation.
Did he see me write all this about him?? Is that why he started working so prodigiously?
Aaaaaaaaahh.. What am I thinking?
Of course not.
Right?
Am I asking too many questions? You don’t seem to b answering even a single one..
Darn...I’m still bored.
Should I go to the Cafeteria?? Aarghh! With whom? Everybody seems to be busy… Nobody actually has any work but they still seem to be doing something – chatting, downloading crappy songs (from sites which somehow were missed out from being blocked by our dear old WebSense. Probably the IT people thought, ‘Such crappy songs! Who would even listen to such songs?’. But no wait! Turns out there are a lot of such people.
Seriously what is this Hip Hop & Rap all about? Just people speaking unintelligibly, no melody, no tune - just words interrupted by a lot of percussion instruments. People who like it say that it’s all about the lyrics - u should listen to the lyrics. They even try to coerce you to listen and appreciate that kind of 'music'. What I think is that if I cared so much for lyrics, wouldn’t I just listen to poetry instead? That’s also all about the meaning right? And by the by, I hate poetry. I feel it’s just a very innovative way by which really, really, really lazy people earn money.
Pen down something that makes no sense whatsoever, then attach some abstract meaning to it, use a lot of similes and metaphors, compare the weirdest of objects to another set of even weirder objects, talk about some long lost love that never existed…. and Voila! you have poetry...!
Then, 100 years down the line, another set of totally workless people re-read the same supposed masterpieces and interpret an entire deeper meaning - something that not even the poet would have envisaged while writing. Then, these poems are published into textbooks for unfortunate children who have to mug them up or understand their supposed inner meaning, and in the process, lose their logical sanity.
All of this why? Just because some long gone poet couldn’t find anything else to do....a victim of Boredom.
Hmmm looks like I could become another of those victims....
But wait! No I won’t..
I’m no longer bored. I’ve written this masterpiece of meaningless prattle.
And since I’m in the electronic age, I used a keyboard. So I have a lot of typo errors.
Now, I’m going to correct all of those and then publish this post (provided I’m able to solve the problem that is ongoing in my blog site (due to which my latest blog is not being displayed...Not this Silly!)
Hence, the words of wisdom that you have gained after reading this very creative piece of nothing are that.......
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An idle mind is not a devil's Workshop.... it is a Poet's workshop.
Hahaha..
Smiling? Or wanting to tear your hair out? Or Mine??
Thursday, May 11, 2006
A Drive to Remember..
God's Own Country.......That’s what they say about Kerala right..? Well, I can't really claim to have seen the entire State, but from the very little that I've seen of its magnificent beauty, I'd say God put this place on Earth by mistake. This place should have been right up there in that place called Heaven.
I'd been to Trivandrum about ten years ago and yet I still remember the tranquility and peace I'd felt on the sands of Covalam (or is it Kovalam?) beach... clean, unpolluted, and serene, that’s how it was. Although I’ve heard that now it has become pretty commercialized, there are a lot of other places to choose from.
I've just been to Munnar, a tiny hill station in Kerala, based primarily on tea estates. From Bangalore, it’s a 15 hour trip by bus. Leave at about 8:30 pm in the evening, reach a place called something I don't remember (in Tamil Nadu) where they change buses at about 7 a.m in the morning. From there its a four hour journey through very pretty countryside ...in the beginning, mostly palm trees and lush green fields and the roads are literally through villages....so when you look out of the window , all you see is greenery interspersed with houses after infrequent intervals.
As you go farther from that place whose name I can't recall... you leave the plains and after that its all hilly terrain; you climb up a hill in spirals...you climb up a road and then after a few minutes, you can see the same road just below. For a person like me who suffers from nausea during road journeys, it’s a Catch-22 situation. I get very queasy when traveling in curvy hilly terrain. It’s a pretty funny condition I have; if I close my eyes and not see outside, I generally don’t feel anything. As soon as I see the bus going around curves beyond which roads don't seem to continue, I feel like I'm going to throw up.
Anyway, going back to what I was saying, Catch 22 situation; as in, its such a beautiful ride...with such plush vegetation, it would be a shame if one didn’t see it - I would be missing something really wonderful.. BUT ... the moment I see outside, and see that the road the bus is on is so narrow that it’s a mystery as to how the bus is not falling from the sides, I regret opening my eyes and immediately go back to my colorless world of shut eyes.
The closer we got to Munnar, the climate got cooler, the vegetation got different and the view even more fantastic...hills with a carpet of tea plantations layered all over like a protective sheet, lakes in the valleys reflecting the blue glory of a clear sky.....the cool breeze imbuing a new life in our tired selves...soon palm trees were replaced by tall Eucalyptus trees, majestic in their white splendor.
As a kid, I used to wonder at the amount of hard work that people go to just to paint the branches of a tree white; I also used to be amazed thapeople would even go to all the thinnest branches and paint them. There used to be this tall Eucalyptus tree on the way to school, (in Shillong) and almost everyday I used to gaze in wonderment at this tree. I would think....'when do they paint its branches? Must be at night because I never see any one climbing the tree during the day……….’, it was years till I got to know the actual artist at work (Nature i.e. if you’re also under the misconception).
Though we were dead tired, that four-hour journey felt like a joyride through a wonderland. :):) Thus we reached Munnar, a place which I'll not describe because I’ll get carried away...and this post will end after a long, long, long time. All I can say is that if you’re frustrated with the fast, polluted and noisy city life, Munnar is the place to go to refresh your soul.