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Happy Diwali! ...Pani Puri & Patiyalas

Like a sudden jolt of electric current ran through her body, she woke up with a start – gosh! Where am I? she had ordered a plate of momo: the belle type with 5 kinds on a single plate. And it was there on her desk, neatly wrapped in a food wrapper. The delivery boy had also left the bill tucked under it – he should have woken me up! she murmurmed. She felt for her watch on her wrist – shit, she’d forgotten it – then instinctively glanced up for the golden Orpat beside the door – 7.15pm. She had forgotten to switch on Federer’s match again. She had slept through it. She couldn’t believe it! she had waited to watch the match all year long, and she had slept through it – she had slept through the finals of Wimbeldon and that too on such odd times of the day!! She had never before winked a nap at 5ish! It was mad!!

The feeling of disgust was showing on everything she did after that. The momo: seemed to be rotten as if her regular belle had been minced with something else. Rotten veggies maybe. She carried her back pack down the empty white stairs and through the hallway, where customers flocked by on working days. As she punched her check out card, she dumped the momo: down the wooden bin.

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Outside, the sun shone bright to hit her eyes with a torturous glare. She crossed the street before a whizzing bike. The rider shouted an abusive remark to this hard-headed lady who crossed the road before a speeding motor bike – You Mad?! She got a minor sadistic pleasure at having made someone else irritated too. A plate of Pani Puri – she ordered at the counter before taking a seat beside the window. The seat was warm under her and the sun rays now hit her. She could take this for a while – just a while. Then she will have to move from this seat, it would be just too hot.

The mouth watering pani puri in front of her calmed down her mood. These broken potato filled puchkas with salted water had a different charm to her. Vanilla? 21 Love? Very very strawberry? She checked for ice cream – no-thing ma-am just butterescoh - and that’s what she had.

As she gazed out at the busy streets below, she realized that she liked a good street view while eating out alone – maybe because it gave her a feeling of engagement, maybe it gave her strings of thought for her next blog, or maybe she just liked to see people in action, or maybe she liked the variety the view of the real life window gave her as opposed to directed-blinkered TV shows. As these things were playing in her mind – it flicked channels to a lady in blue and pink patiyalas. This lady walked briskly across the street with a filmy breeze on her open long thick well-maintained hair. She noticed her shoes as she stepped out a white Toyota car – pink too. Wo! She thought – that’s cute.

With the last panipuri shoved in, she made a mental note to sew a patiyala some time this diwali – maybe she will ask her brother on bhai tika.

2bg

hectic days ... are flashy days...
as in if you try to remember what you did all day...
you go blank for while...then remember bits n pieces of stuff..
and then you hate urself for trying to remember anything of the rush...
i remember the flash pen in MiB, when the men blacken out each other's memories...

Kathmandu!

As i sat staring out to the busy street of NewRoad with my too burgery-burger and a fanta for a change of taste at HotBreads, i realised that quite a few customers entered the joint because of the food on the window display. It was a direct attack on the taste buds and the saliva glands - directly through a POP display of product - not a poster, not a TVC or a jingle - a yummy burger and a fresh chocolate donut on the display - why wouldn't it bring in customers?! No wonder HotBreads is a favorite!

As I was slipping myself through the every possible nook and corner of the crammed traffic at 'Indrachowk before Tihar', I saw a thick moustached taller-than-all-Nepali-around tourist (you can visualize what i mean if you have seen one)... so i saw this guy with a handycam standing right in the middle of the crossroad taking a 180 degree view of the crowd and the mess and the shops and the people and the traffic...and i thought what a great idea of showing Kathmandu to his family and friends back home! Coz whatsoever you describe to them, and the scores of photographs of the durbar square and the surrounding mountain ranges wouldn't give them the feel of kathmandu unless they see this crossroad of Indrachowk and Newroad with all the lively things going around with their own eyes...Lovely!

If you come to Kathmandu, and ask people where should you go and shop? they'd tell you either or all of these three names that pop up in our heads - ToM- top of mind - NewRoad, Thamel, DurbarMarg - - Thamel and NewRoad are quite crowded places - all year round. I had met a few Indian colleagues of mine during a training a few months back. They were quite taken back by a few strange things in kathmandu at that point in time which were evident by their questions to me - e.g. Are those long queue for petrol? (what an innocent question, i thought, ofcourse!). And of the three shopping places i suggested them, they did all the shopping while traversing from one to the next... wow! that's even wonderful.

just in rest

Even in the rush of events, i started a new book a few days back... it's called 'Losing my Virginity' an autobiography of Richard Branson. Through a few pages, and m already inspired!! one of his school teachers predicted him to be either in prison or to be a millionaire...well, he got both! interesting.

Medicines from the time of Vaidya-jis are still in vogue...i could make from the long queue i saw early morning at a vaidya i recently visited...n i feared to be the only one there!

Kathmandu is definitely low-some for gambling this season seems like...

Politics is still the same..they hardly decided a thing but toss the decisions around. it's like a chess game that's never finished - and each move takes the longest hour...

Clouds have cleared up in Kathmandu skies and the sun has shown itself out...but alas we workers clog on within ac-ed rooms to wish for the open and the sun...chug chug chug...we don't need no education... ... we don't need no thought control........

n i'm free......free fallin'........

it's my brother's birthday today. Just in case he rambles to my page...here's a song for you...
Happy Berthday to you....
Happy Burthday to you...
Happy Birthday dear Arvind...Hyappy Birth....day...to you!

peace and calm

Sunshine and bright days...so good to see.
A little more peace of mind...no harm in it.
Political situation yet not solved, it reins heavy in mind.

milk shake

long time no writing.
no that's not true. i have been scribbling smthng or the other but nothing worth in the least publishing here... or i was just too lazy to come to the site.
the earthshaking quake was of quite significance of what has happened in kathmandu recently. i was at my comp staring at the screen when i got the jolt. then as i lifted my head in awe, i saw the 2by3 glass decorative frame on the wall sway.
i was choked to shout earthquake! even, but we came out of the floor in unison.
as i rushed out of my table to a safe corner, all i could think of was carrying my mobile set with me. 'i need to contact my family and friends, just in case', i thought. at these flick of seconds in life, we decide the prioritizes in our life. so true.