Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Delicious or Delhicious

Delhicious! This is how a display of CWG2010 read while describing one of the numerous hues of the electrifying city.                                                                            

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photo credits: the sports mirror
One of the characteristic features of Delhi is its rich culinary heritage. Touted as a haven for luscious cuisine typical of North India, a trip down the lanes of gastronomy can be mind boggling for anyone. Be it street food, gourmet or local kitchen, ‘exotic’ is a mean word when you describe Delhi food. A wide variety of non-vegetarian and vegetarian dishes embellish the palates of Delhiites. A quintessential destination for food lovers, Delhi can tease your taste buds with an ensemble of never tasted cuisine. Delhi celebrates food and all festivals are greeted with discernible finger licking savories.

India cooks its food with a combination of 36 masalas (spices) [chattis masale ki misran as we say in Hindi]. Irresistibly aromatic, a mere sniff of the food is enough to go weak at the knees, let alone the titillating appearance. Delhi features in the top rung of the pyramid when it comes to Indian food. Dingy lanes of Old Delhi and Chandni Chowk dotted with smoke emanating eateries, the famed Paranthe Wale Gali, the choked streets near Jama Masjid, the burgeoning tikki wallas, grilled chicken wallas, chole kulche/bhature, various stuffed paranthas [allo_gobi_paneer_ the list is endless], momos (Dim Sum) wallas, Papdi, Pav Bhaji, Kulfi Faluda, Dal Pakoda, Gol gappas, dot dot dot dot dot #@$ #$@# am running out of names.
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Moolchand flyover
Right from the age of the mughals through the British Raj to the present times, Delhi is known for its flair for good food, whipping out lip smacking delicacies to the world. I have heard that many celebrities visiting the city prolong their stay just to dig on their palates with Delhi food. There is a Delhi beyond the elite hotels and restaurants, very much affordable by the common man. Such is the influence of eateries that many food stalls have turned into landmarks and addresses throughout the city. A certain Bittu making tikki for customers became Bittu Tikki Walla popularly known as BTW or a paranthe walla below the Moolchand flyover growing bigger in stature than the bridge- these are but just a tip of the iceberg. This enchanting city of Delhi has countless of such instances where the food has become the symbol of the locality.

This may not at all be intriguing for the locals (who are already in sync with the developments), but for those who come to the city to visit iconic landmarks, I would like to inform that there is a Delhi beyond the Qutub Minar and Red Fort which you must explore and discover, the under belly and all the ghettoes of Delhi. So, if you are here in Delhi just let your hair down and ENJOY to the hilt!    

Friday, February 11, 2011

Frenzied fans of Cricket

It is a great time for cricket fanatics who go crazy over the game, a frenzied time and cacophony that will have a sway over their minds for the next couple of months. Of Gods and Demigods, the cult figures whose acrobatics on the field bring instant gratification to million. Truly a religion in this part of the subcontinent, Cricket is above any discipline in India. People live, swear and die for cricket.
However, this is not what generates interests in me about the event. I am more fascinated by what is going on inside the mind of a bookie, someone who reaps rich harvests in the sidelines without an iota of involvement in the game. In search of hapless, gullible and overtly avaricious souls (for a share of the milch cow) bookies often define the course of matches. At least in the past they did.     
Moreover, the statistics are alarming over the broadcast brouhaha. From what I have heard, a 10 sec slot of advertisement, in the knockout stages is a staggering 4 lakh rupees. Wow! Cricket in India flushes with funds whereas other sports lag far behind and disappear into oblivion facing a paucity of funds. Poor cousins of cricket, despite being gold medal winners and doing the country proud, run from pillar to post in want of money when faced with a grim situation. Why? Of course no answers because nobody cares. If only the cash rich BCCI had spared some thought for other games in the country.   
All said and done, do not assume that I despise the game with a teeth grinding agony. I am also a Bruce Willis (?) fan of cricket like any fellow Indian…Ummmmm I mean die-hard. It is just that I also think about the apathy of others sports in India and sincerely wish that the tables are turned. Anyways, let us enjoy our cricket for now and cheer our country for that long impending victory. 28 years is a good time to repeat history man. What say guys!   

Thursday, February 10, 2011

True confessions of a kamchor (read leech)

Monday: I abhor Mondays. A true derelict after a great weekend, a hangover of unflinching fun and excitement, Mondays are hard to face. I am inflicted with Monday morning blues, a pandemic of which I am not the sole prey (I know there are millions out there like me). Fluffy eyes, a sagged attitude and a grim look on the face welcome my Mondays. Five long days of intense grill until the next weekend, hah! Can anyone tell me why are weekends so short.

Tuesday: (Wo)Man! A day has just passed by, still so far away from Saturday. Tuesday means another day of challenge to take on the work life. I just wait for the day to get over.

Wednesday: This day of the week gets a lukewarm response, a subtle sense of arriving yet so far. It is akin to the sight of a ship in the distant horizon. You see it coming in the size of an ant but it is miles away from the shores. 

Thursday: Ummmmm! Thursday is creeping in at a snail’s pace.  I overheard a colleague of mine describing Thursdays in the most apt manner. He says, “Thursday is like constipation. You know it is there but it is not coming”. Ha…Ha Ha How true! It is that day of the week when your concentration is most fragile and it is difficult to carry on with your work.

Friday: Oye! Its Friday….. Hard to believe that I have withstood a challenge of a week and it is time for the remuneration. Shopping, fine dining and nightlife beckons in its most appealing best. Movie reviews and play the perfect critic dissecting movies made by the sweat of the director’s brow. [It is a different thing that movies are made with millions and we play critics spending just a few hundred bucks wanting value for our hard earned money.] 

 P.S. I have not included Saturdays & Sundays because I do not have the faintest idea how these two days look like due to the fact that I am never in my senses by gulping in gallons. Ha Ha Ha …..