Thursday, May 28, 2009

atulya bharat !!

I was in Hyderabad for a couple of days, the city always was special to me coz of the world famous hyderabadi biryani and their dialect..whenever I visit this city I remember Mehmood doing his famous number “ Hum kaale hain tou kya hua dil walein hain”, yahaan ko aaaana, nakou nakou, the twang and tilt added to hindi makes it real music to my ear...

like most cities in india, hyderabad too has two parts to the city, the new part which is the silicon valley with its scintillating high rises which bear name tags of world famous software giants and of course home grown ones too, mega malls that put bombay malls to shame, spirally flyovers snaking the entire new city,all types of cars yet good part is honking is pretty less,and uber eat outs and hangout joints, not many pubs though like bangalore but all in all a city that is all out to set the ball rock and rolling.. you got the flow am sure..

and then there is this old city, with the pride of hyderabad, charminar,despite of its fading beauty.. crying out for restoration still very elegant and still brings out an awe from you. The innumerable pearl showrooms each boasting of authentic hyderabadi pearls, mogari stores filled with mogaris of various color, designs, shapes and sizes that ensures you do give them a second look, the houses remind you of bygone era, roads like earthworms who are starved, shanties converted to shops selling cheap wares.. yes it does remind you of India the westerners love to take pictures of, inspires them to make movies on.. I could go on and on.. basically to depict a jaundiced view of India to the world...

But then our atulya bharat is a land of contradiction, we have the uber rich and the sinfully poor living foots step counts off each other, the ultra modern culture and staunch conventional traditions coexisting, we may support different ipl teams today but are bound together by our passion for cricket, we follow different customs but our devotion to them is common, we dress differently but share the same pride, we have totally different eating habits, but our passion for our food is common, we truly set a best example of unity in diversity, we are united in our passion. One such passion that binds India is that for food.

Like most indian I am a foodie to the core so the most important thing on my business agenda to any city is to dig in (deep) to its local delicacies. What I saw this time left me feeling amused and happy ..

In new city, Paradise is the most famous dig for Hyderabadi biryani, the locals would snub this and say that the authentic one is the one in old city at a joint called shadab.. as the paradise one has a parsi mix to it.. honestly I loved both.. but then am not a conossier. but what I found common in both places is their customer management skills. Both places are very crowded during lunch and dinner time and by that I mean from 12 noon – 4 pm and 8 pm -12:30 pm, yes thats how much we love our food.. In paradise they waiter uses s/w on mobile to place order and the waiting time for whatever you order is not more than 5 - 7 minutes, I thought its technology.. but I was amazed to find the same thing in shadab.. though it was minus the mobile management, man management was fantastic. To save time, these places dont clean the tables but just remove the table cloth, the orchestrated move by the waiters is fantastic, one would take the order, second person would get in the drink part of the order, the 1st person would deliver and serve the food, half way through he would find out if you needed anything else. All to ensure that not only do you enjoy a sumptuous meal without having to wait much for your next course but also to ensure a quick turnover. No wonder these places are such a hit !! they would put a Mc D to shame !!

the point I am trying to make is these two places are poles apart in their ambiance, management styles but are bound together in their to passion to serve yummy biryanis to hoards awaiting them with the same gusto and smile.. which for years thrills all we biryani lovers..

and this happens only in India..(singing and doing the jig !!) my land where contradictions co exist in harmony !!

some interesting facts bout hyderabad:
in hussain sagar there is a 80 feet statue of buddha in the middle of the lake, while placing the statue, it fell and got lost in the sea and it took an year to find it .. minus a ear, so they had to remake the ear.

Lots of accident would take place on the road around the hussain sagar area, as bikers would talk on their mobiles while driving (dunno why either hussain sagar or buddha inspired them to talk !!!) so the govt has banned mobile network for the entire stretch of it.. phew.. weird ...

the poshest locations are jubilee hills and banjara hills which dont even qualify to be called hillocks .. but I cant complain being from bombay (yes the land of kalaghoda, Fort etc)





Sunday, May 24, 2009

relation without words..

something beautiful happened to me ..

there is a stray dog in our neighborhood who loves to play with dexter (my 4 yr old labrador) but i mostly dont allow too much interactions as dexter might catch some ticks or disease from him. i always felt bad bout this thing i do but i did it for dex own good..

my family being a dog lover would always feed this dog, he is real cute and friendly and he too i found out was a sucker for vanilla ice cream so i would give him that .. dexter the jealous boy hated it.. n got a lot of scolding coz of that

unfortunately this dog got hurt in the leg and was limping. initially we thought its a minor wound but 2 days back when he came to eat food from us at night i saw its bad and needs medication..

i went to clean the wound and put medication i was really skeptical.. i thought he will run away n not allow me to touch him..

well to my surprise he allowed me take care of his wound.. whats more he even came back yesterday night and allowed us to put in new dressing..

i am really touched coz here is a creature who is trusting me inspite of no verbal communication between us... inspite of he knowing that i dont allow dexter to play with him too much... yet he could trusted me enough to let me take care of him..

this bond based on mayb trust.. mayb instinct.. may b wanting to be cared and loved is special to me now...

we all, man, animal, plants are all interconnected by a bond of being alive.. to be loved.. to co exist.. to be happy.. and all in this quest of ours form relations to help make this journey of ours more interesting and cherished... ultimately reaching our lil haven on earth..


Thursday, May 21, 2009

to be like me

god make me fly high like a kite in the cloudless bright yellow sky..
god let me swim like a fish in the deep blue ocean

god teach me to dance like a peacock in the green lush jungle


he smiled and said ... i made you to be like you ...
go find yourself and be like you ...


i was sad and confused..
find myself ? how do i do it ?
i am always with me ??
how do i be like me when i know how to be no other !!

i went back to my world,

found my obstacles .. embraced my triumphs..

encountered my pains .. caressed my joys ..

stood by my allies .. overpowered my enemies..

overcame my weakness ... recognized my strengths

learned my lessons.. lead the path to change


then one fine day, god came to me and smiled..
i told him all i did.. all i gained.. all i lost..
all that matters .. all that is vain ....


he again smiled and said, "so you did find you .. you are now like you..."


you soared the heights of success..
you flew like a kite but by being only you

you swam away your sorrows, however deep they were..

you swam like a fish but by being only you

you danced on conquering your fear

you danced like a peacock but by being only you

i smiled now not with joy but at my folly..
i searched the world for me ..
and here i am with me...

i thanked god for making me ... like me ...




my genie .. last minute !!

i dunno why do i have this intense long term relationship with last minute .. its been my way of life since i realized the sexiness of last minute (read as effectiveness)

but wont u agree that there is this magical quality about last minute.. it will make everything happen.. straighten up all wrongs, makes u mug the right answer, bails u out of embarrassing situations.. ur absorption capacity of any kind of answer increases in a jiffy.. the big idea for a campaign.. the horrible boring n long reports get written in a minute.. albeit the last one ....things u have toooo lazy to do earlier.. just get done..

in fact after many fatal clashes once again my gene last minute had come to my rescue .. i pondered over what is it bout it that makes lil miracles happen ???

i guess its the realization of "its either now or never".. that's what makes the difference.. and for me this realization always wait for its buddy.. u guessed it right !! last minute.... grrrrrr

so there is i guess nothing so romantic bout my genie last minute other than my best buddy laziness and my penchant for a lil excitement...



1st hope not the last

my 1st attempt at poem .. hopefully not the last.. could not rhyme.. more like prose .....

i m longing too long ...

i am longing for sunshine in the summer
i am longing to quench my thirst in the rains
i am longing for snow in the winter

i am longing for smile in the laughter
i am longing for hug in the embrace
i am longing for words in the chatter

i am longing for joy in the festival

i am longing for family in my people
i am longing for god in the temple


i am longing and not searching..
i am seeing but not seeking..

i am alive but not living

i am ....


i try to snap out but time has bound its chain real strong around me..
i pull hard, time groans in fury.. i give in..
then my soul comes for me .. cajoles me.. brings hope along ...
she smiles at me & pulls my hands
i then try.. wee bit harder..

so here i am... searching.. seeking.. alive...
in hope to meet my sunshine.. my rain... my snow...
ya i do go on with hope by my side...............


Tuesday, May 19, 2009

I want that toy !!

As a kid when I would do the “i want that toy!” tantrum, my baba would just let me wail and pull all my strings by sitting outside a toy store and creating a scene. My ma would sometimes tell baba to give in but baba would be as firm as a mountain and I would wonder when my wail had subdued to whimper and I would get in the reflective mode( well at 4 years too I was quite a thinker !! ya donkey does praise own tail at times !!!) and wonder is this man the same who would sweep me in his arms and play hide and seek with me before sleeping every night. Of course I had a very bad short term memory so I would forget all bout my need for that toy and focus on the dairy milk bar my baba bought me !!!

today I am really thankful to baba for teaching me not to get adamant, to learn to move on and if something aint yours, it never was to be.. find better alternatives in life.. to look at everything with a deeper perspective.. to learn to let go.. to give, share and care (this one in general.. not from the eg given above)

one of my friend got unlucky with love and the way he is hankering for it reminded me of the toy I once wanted.. his tantrums were so similar, he wanted the girl's love just like I wanted the toy, when the girl dint want to give any...

so many of us are unlucky in love.. or are we ? In bengali, we have this saying “you dont really know a person until you start living with them !” how true.. so if you are not lucky in love.. let go of that toy (metaphorically speaking here..no offense meant !!) there are many more in the store.. check them out .. you just might find something better in store for you.. literally :)

follow the leader !!

Yesterday I was at the delhi airport waiting for my luggage, to my surprise our luggage conveyor belt was the same as that of indian army flight from leh. I had never met army jawans and it was a pleasure seeing a plane full of them.

I just wanted to go and tell them how proud we are of them but was feeling a bit shy and just then a guy went up to them and said the same. It made things real simple for me.. I just tagged along with this guy and shaked hands with the jawans and said its a honor to meet them in person.

They were a bit surprised at first and them gave me a warm smile that I still cherish. In fact I also got to have a little chat with a man who was older and more than happy to chat..

I guess it always takes this little push or nudge from some invisible force for us to do something we want to but dunno bout the consequence or are too chicken to start with..

am really happy that the guy took an initiative and I followed him !!