Heya
Spent the first day of the year running from here to there, well had some bank errand so had to rush to defence colony, and as it is with almost all nationalised banks, the trip would have to be made multiple times to get the work done....anyway post that I headed to the animal welfare organisation Frendicoes operating under def col flyover with about hundred animals mostly canines . when my Tuffy had passed away I had thought of making some regular donations to aimal charities but had made none till date and what better day to rectify the same than New Year's . I saw around twenty dogs of various breeds and sizes some of them playing, some idling and some fighting the killer chill of delhi. I learned that a day's feeding cost for all the animals cost them about 8 and a half grand. Well, after donating my humble note of 500 rupees, I was petting a cute pom when suddenly this Great Dane came jutting his head against my jacket and i noticed there was a problem with his right eye but he was surely the most affectionate of them all and I took an instant liking to him and there I made my first new fren of 2009 and he is lovingly called Tough by all . AND this was just the beginning of the new year, not bad Rish! The day was later spent in visiting the Sai Baba temple at Siri Fort and shopping at GK 1 Mkt.
Hope chotu likes the cute doggie jacket i got for her from frendicoes, coz shez kind of elitist in most of her choices whether food, petting or doggie clothes but poor me i love to dote on her anyway.
The day ended on an active note with excessively focussed gyming followed by an exhaustive jog at the Siri Fort track, aiming to lose about five kgs in the first quarter. superb bout of enthusiasm on the track as i was running to khalbali from RDB by AR Rahman.
let's see what the year has in store for me, hoping for all of the above and lots more. Ciao......
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Thursday, July 24, 2008
The Neemrana Affair
So here I was packed with the current bestseller and my Ipod in a Volvo with my parents and their colleagues (all docs and btw some of them had noisy kids in the habit of screaming their lungs out at every possible instance. I was accompanying my parents for their Med Con, sounds drab but I was more than game for it bcoz of the venue which happened to be Neemrana Fort Palace close to Behrod on the Delhi Jaipur Highway. Being a sucker for all places rajasthani and traditional I was more than game for it, Well it is indeed a unique concept in hospitality trying to restore the picturesque heritage of Rajasthan.
But the best part was my solitude, though with my parents I was very much in this mode of loneliness where there was nobody else but myself to explore the pretty place on my own and there is a thing that your solitude harbors that is actually when you form opinions true to your experience, experiences in their honest manifestation and your nonchalant existence in a harmonious bliss called just being you. Poetic and relaxed was the ambience and playful was the weather with light showers intermittently disturbing sun’s hot cover thereby rendering the day initially a balmy charm and later on a humid restlessness. Started the day by taking a stroll of the wing above our suite which was called the Nandi Burj as the whole section came under the Shiv Parvati section of the resort where in the whole wing was under that stream of Hindu mythology.
The weather was cool and breezy and the sun seemed to be somewhat on a leave, perfect for an early morning cuppa and newspaper but I had none. Not relenting in the lack of the same I began my mini expedition of sorts to get a better view of the village on the foothill and was exposed to the expansive beauty which struck for its wilderness and its unaffected being.
The terrace was done in a spatial manner with a patch of grass had a Raja Rani marble seat (as I like to call it) and huge potted plants with some of them in full bloom. I progressed to the other parts of the fort which led me to another similar concept of terrace garden with a view of the foothills but the most endearing part of my fort expedition was the omnipresent calm and well being or could be that was what my predicament for the day was, I had never felt more comfortable, blessed and secure in my loneliness. It gave almost the same kicks that I usually receive after my loner movie experiences; guys try it specially for the movies that you badly want to watch but don’t have company for and I am very sure that out of that incessant need you will surely discover that indomitable streak of independence and self sufficiency.
On some further exploration of the fort I found this unique chattri, a balcony actually but made in a circular fashion and giving me view of the fort entrance, it was unique because I could actually view one part of the village from which the fort seemed to have emanated almost out of nowhere. Found it to be a perfect spot for lazing the hours for which I was to be confined in my solitude and nothing else.
Plugged in my Ipod, put on my favorite playlist and opened Jhumpa Lahiri’s Unaccustomed Earth at the page that I had left it in the journey. Somebody had said aptly that a book can make you travel places without you having to move an inch physically. My book transported me to London suburbs and the travails of a dissatisfied Bengali housewife bored with her marital mess as narrated by her daughter. A short story of life spent in lurch, compliance and rejection.
Sitting there in the chattri with my two companions I was experiencing a serene moment, a truth of my own, a glimpse of how I wanted my life to be, a view of how I wanted my bliss to be, could you reach any further in your lurch of happiness…..i don’t think so, such moments of joy and sense of well being are rare than often so here I am writing an ode to my moment of bliss, my moment of life.
So here I was packed with the current bestseller and my Ipod in a Volvo with my parents and their colleagues (all docs and btw some of them had noisy kids in the habit of screaming their lungs out at every possible instance. I was accompanying my parents for their Med Con, sounds drab but I was more than game for it bcoz of the venue which happened to be Neemrana Fort Palace close to Behrod on the Delhi Jaipur Highway. Being a sucker for all places rajasthani and traditional I was more than game for it, Well it is indeed a unique concept in hospitality trying to restore the picturesque heritage of Rajasthan.
But the best part was my solitude, though with my parents I was very much in this mode of loneliness where there was nobody else but myself to explore the pretty place on my own and there is a thing that your solitude harbors that is actually when you form opinions true to your experience, experiences in their honest manifestation and your nonchalant existence in a harmonious bliss called just being you. Poetic and relaxed was the ambience and playful was the weather with light showers intermittently disturbing sun’s hot cover thereby rendering the day initially a balmy charm and later on a humid restlessness. Started the day by taking a stroll of the wing above our suite which was called the Nandi Burj as the whole section came under the Shiv Parvati section of the resort where in the whole wing was under that stream of Hindu mythology.
The weather was cool and breezy and the sun seemed to be somewhat on a leave, perfect for an early morning cuppa and newspaper but I had none. Not relenting in the lack of the same I began my mini expedition of sorts to get a better view of the village on the foothill and was exposed to the expansive beauty which struck for its wilderness and its unaffected being.
The terrace was done in a spatial manner with a patch of grass had a Raja Rani marble seat (as I like to call it) and huge potted plants with some of them in full bloom. I progressed to the other parts of the fort which led me to another similar concept of terrace garden with a view of the foothills but the most endearing part of my fort expedition was the omnipresent calm and well being or could be that was what my predicament for the day was, I had never felt more comfortable, blessed and secure in my loneliness. It gave almost the same kicks that I usually receive after my loner movie experiences; guys try it specially for the movies that you badly want to watch but don’t have company for and I am very sure that out of that incessant need you will surely discover that indomitable streak of independence and self sufficiency.
On some further exploration of the fort I found this unique chattri, a balcony actually but made in a circular fashion and giving me view of the fort entrance, it was unique because I could actually view one part of the village from which the fort seemed to have emanated almost out of nowhere. Found it to be a perfect spot for lazing the hours for which I was to be confined in my solitude and nothing else.
Plugged in my Ipod, put on my favorite playlist and opened Jhumpa Lahiri’s Unaccustomed Earth at the page that I had left it in the journey. Somebody had said aptly that a book can make you travel places without you having to move an inch physically. My book transported me to London suburbs and the travails of a dissatisfied Bengali housewife bored with her marital mess as narrated by her daughter. A short story of life spent in lurch, compliance and rejection.
Sitting there in the chattri with my two companions I was experiencing a serene moment, a truth of my own, a glimpse of how I wanted my life to be, a view of how I wanted my bliss to be, could you reach any further in your lurch of happiness…..i don’t think so, such moments of joy and sense of well being are rare than often so here I am writing an ode to my moment of bliss, my moment of life.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
So the cacophony surges louder against my inner travails as I reach the other end of my residential colony well which also happens to be the part where my house is, just adjacent to the hotch potch K Mkt , well I definitely think it is in its own rightful existence can be called a la Chandni Chowk for hardware and building supplies. Yeah, so try and get the crowd, flurry of people walking in from different walks of life, we have poor laborers ambling about, Interior decorators looking to source some cheap deals which btw are later on sold to ‘poor’ rich people as decoratives sourced either from Italy or France and believe you me not from China/Thailand at all.
Staying all by myself though still surrounded by all the immigrant humanity in Delhi I feel I’m living a novel life, telling me things I’m for sure ignoring today but would yearn to get back to these lanes full of hustle bustle.
Staying all by myself though still surrounded by all the immigrant humanity in Delhi I feel I’m living a novel life, telling me things I’m for sure ignoring today but would yearn to get back to these lanes full of hustle bustle.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
RAIN RAIN COME AGAIN...........
choti si kahani se baarishon ke paani se, dekho waadi bhar gayi, na jaane kyun dil bhar gaya......
goes the song by RD Burman rendered to its realm by Asha Bhonsle
it couldnot have been a more mundane evening............ me and my friend trying to run away from the oh so frequented Baristas and CCDs, ended up to fill our ever grumbling hungry stomachs with momo morsels at dilli Haat, but what was just a foodie visit started coming up as a touching base with your soul kinda eve! it just happened maybe the rain, the ganesha festival or just two college pals catching up on life snippets after almost eons apart
Trying to save ourselves from the water dripping from the modest thatch covering the stalls alongside trying to scourge some good deals on junk! jewels and trinkets. And shop we did!
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