Zara hatke zara bachke yeh hai Bombay meri jaan!

Little did I realize how true these words were, when I heard this famous Rafi-Geeta Dutt song aired on Vividh Bharti numerous times! You see, I had never been to Bombay (Mumbai, as they call it these days) till last Saturday.

I was born in Calcutta (I prefer that over Kolkata), the undisputed culture capital of India (yeah yeah....Marxism too). I lived there till 15 years of age and then shifted to Pune, Mumbai's quieter and cooler cousin. Ever since, I have been living a quiet, happy, peaceful life in Pune. I do get shaken and stirred by the horrific attacks that rock the city,3 hours away from mine, year after year, but in the security of the selfish thought "at least we are safe here in Pune" (though the blast at my favourite haunt The German Bakery is making me rethink and reconsider). I love Pune...and given a chance, will never move myself out of this charming hill city.

But,on matters personal and professional, Lady Pallavi had to travel to Bombay the first Saturday of May. BOMBAY IS A VAMP.AN ITEM GIRL. Not the demure, shy, quiet heroine....Bombay is the tantalizing, titillating, seductive and glamorous vamp....promising you all the secret pleasures and then, leaving you to find it yourself, without help!
You can feel it the moment you set foot in Bombay. She's teeming with people who got seduced by her allure and left their own humble, modest cities to chase their dreams on the shores of the Arabian Sea.

From taxi drivers and road side stall owners mostly from of UP and Bihar, to Marwari business folk whose forefathers had great foresight and set up business in Bombay about hundred years ago, from the young B.Tech crowd who got placed in the various IT companies of Bombay and drink cheap beer in the name of "chilling out" and throng the malls on weekends to the good looking, beefy Jat fellows who want to become "FIL-MACTOR"  and run around in autos and BEST buses from one studio to another, from one audition to another. Sometimes you get fleeting glimpses of the dabbawalas, but they are always in a great hurry.
Another breed that populates the city is that of MBAs from some of the country's best Business schools. IIMs, XLRI, SIBM, ISB..you'll find a lot of them here...mostly in the plush offices at Nariman Point. These are the ones that'll bloom into the movers and shakers of India Inc. in a few more years.And if you ever happen to know anyone of this breed you'll notice that they think they are God's own gift to the world. However, they are interesting in their plight. With their kind of fat, lardy salaries, in any other city of India, one could own a neat little bungalow with a lawn and a Mercedes Benz parked in the personal garage. But Bombay is too merciless to allow such luxuries. Like a vamp, she seduced them into accepting offers that brought them to her...the dreams of unlimited opportunities, unlimited money and unhindered ascent.....but gave them the reality of limited space, unaffordable housing, crowded local trains and cut throat competition, with no one to call truly your own. Bombay allows luxury to only those people who have been with her like a true ally for decades and proven their worth...a Raj Kapoor could afford a Krishna-Raj, a Dilip Kumar will have a palatial bungalow...an Amitabh Bacchan will have Jalsa and Pratiksha....a Shahrukh Khan will have a Mannat....but other stars..even those who earn in hundreds of crores....live in apartments.

South Bombay is, in one word, beautiful! Flora Fountain, The Gateway of India, The Taj Mahal Palace hotel, Marine Drive...south Bombay makes you feel like you are in London. Bold facades of intricate British architecture! Looking at the Flora Fountain...you can actually believe Bombay was the part of the dowry of Catherine De Braganza, a Portugese princess, on her wedding to Charles II of England in 1661....a thought thats far from your mind when you are travelling through the mad crowd of Chembur, Byculla, LalBag, Dadar,  Malad (not necessarily in that order)

Writing about Bombay is tiring me...almost as much as getting stuck in the never ending traffic jams of Bombay in the scorching, sweaty heat. Bombay may titillate and tease as much as she wants, may promise me the skies or the heavens, may slither and wriggle like a vamp.....I prefer the quieter, cooler and more serene charms of my hill city Pune! :-)

Love


PS - Having lunch at the exquisite Taj Mahal Palace's Sea Lounge, sitting by the sea, being served by a handsome young man who has a wound on his temple from the infamous terrorist attack on the Taj, and is brave enough to come back to work in the same place....Bombay doesn't seem so bad after all!

Dreams made of Chantilly Creme

I am a great cook! I mean, I think I am a great cook...my parents think I am a good cook, friends think I cook well, my grandmother (and GRAND she is) thinks I am ok-so-so-will-do cook....in this fashion, opinions on my culinary skills differ from person to person, mostly in descending order. :-)

I was never brought up in the normal Indian manner of bringing up a girl. I was a tomboy as a kid and would climb trees, cycle around and steal pickle from the kitchen. I used to do pretty decently at school...and was therefore marked for activities of more intellectual nature since my early days instead of learning how to cook...many of my friends, by the time they were 15 or 16, were experts at all household chores...not me...I was lost in the world of Shakespeare and Wordsworth, Tagore and Dickens, Austen and Bronte.College life in Pune did little to further my culinary training and once I was in B-school...fuhget it!!! Hardly had time to breathe...let alone indulge in the luxury of cooking. Fortunately my Mom has always been with me to take care of food...along other things like emotions, mood swings etc

The first food item, I ever learnt, flawlessly,from beginning to end, was Paneer Tikka Masala! And the credit must go to my sweet and dear friend Geeta who introduced me to the world of fine cooking. It is a complicated preparation if you want to make it the authentic way...and since it is my signature dish, I hand grind all my ingredients and don't go for readily available spice mixes. It was sheer magic the very first time onwards.....delicate, silky pieces of spiced cottage cheese melting juicily in your mouth. And that was my Eureka moment! It was the pinnacle of my feminine achievement...I COULD COOK!!! Like a married woman in our country, needs to mother a child in order to prove her fertility to the society, an unmarried one needs to know how to cook divine dishes without burning or cutting herself or leaving the kitchen in a rubble to prove her feminity.

After my grand success with my first attempt at cooking, at an age I am ashamed to disclose here, I kept learning one complicated dish after another. Next in line were Cheese Pasta with Mushroom and Broccoli (Italian style), dumplings, chicken curry, Biryani, Kofta, various rolls, salads, gulabjamun, many types of desserts......blah blah blah..and a happy cook was I.

My check with reality came when my Mom had to go to another city for a couple of days to attend a symposium.
Of course I was a great cook...and could manage on my own. I bade her farewell with a smile..I was the queen of the house for two days!!! La di dah!
I took out paneer from the fridge...and looked for curd...for thats an important part of the marinade....but there was no curd!!! HORROR! Couldn't make panner tikka masala. "Never mind...pasta may be", thought I...I had cheese, I had pasta, I had...wait a minute...I had no mushroom or oregano....OH NO! I can't make pasta without either.
Over those two days and endless plates of Maggi instant noodles....I understood I didn't know how to make Daal (lentil soup), how to make a delicious preparation of only paneer and potatoes and simple spices (which my mom can stir up in minutes), how to fry a piece of fish without rendering it charred and inedible....

I knew gourmet, I didn't know cooking! You cannot survive on Paneer Tikka Masala, cheese pasta, dark chocolate cakes with fondant, profitroles with chantilly creme..day in and day out.....you need your basic daal chawal!

Dreams with the theme of Chantilly Creme....are beautiful if they remain dreams....
Can't do without the soft, hot fulkas, daal and chawal..everyday!!

Love

When Night puts her curtain down.....and pins it with a star!

Yesternight, at 2:30 am, it was, quite predictably, pitch dark outside. Most of the people were deep in sleep, some may be making love, some trying to, employees at BPOs awake over endless cups of coffee and constant chatter in fake accents, really studious students dozing over open books...but I was doing none of these.

For the past few weeks, I have turned an insomniac.I simply cannot sleep!! (and I am not even in love, for God's sake) .When my parents retire to their bedroom at night, I too walk off to my room and pretend to go to sleep. But sleep evades me. I simply toss and turn on my bed, listen to soft romantic songs on my MP3 player, read text messages from old friends and once-important people, stare out of my window and gaze at the moon, determined to follow her silvery journey across the night sky, think of the people who have moved on from my life (by which I do not necessarily mean a boyfriend)....I count sheep and then I count stars, then I observe my room keenly for the presence of ghosts or spirits (a la horror movies)......but alas! sleep is something that avoids me meticulously. Old memories of things that could have been done and words that could have been spoken to avoid many unhappy circumstances come back to haunt me every night when the lights are switched off and night  tucks us all in her ink blue blanket...

This morning however, I forced myself to the swimming pool at the club (have been giving it a miss for many days now...because I am unable to get up on time...as I am unable to sleep on time :-) )....I splashed around in the pool for a good one and a half hour and then, I walked back home. I was tired. Then I took myself to office to slog for another  eight or nine hours with a 30 mins "power nap" in between. I didn't take the lift at office and went up and down all the seven floors by the stairs...my legs were aching.

Came home, had a light, hot dinner....sat down to write my blog...and...YAWN! am bleary eyed....all I want to do is hit the warm cushion on my bed and the soft pillow....and its about 11:00 pm! YAY!! I defeated insomnia today....the moon may go for a toss if she wants...I am happily exhausted and sleepy! Goodnight! Or as  the French have it..Bonne Nuit!

Red lipstick saves the day..and my mood!

There are times I just can't take it anymore.The high stress corporate job, the long hours, the messy relationship dynamics with various people,  being the perfect daughter, cousin, friend, agony aunt and what not, taking care of myself, my body, my mind, my soul and my room which is a perpetual junkyard...and fake lady-like behavior to top it all...how much is possible for a mere mortal? Fretting and fuming was of no use, when one fine morning I woke up to face such a day! Of course I couldn't sit at home..had to drag myself to office. But I needed to cheer up before I left. That opportunity came when, just before leaving, I suddenly spotted something in my make up kit (which is anyway half empty)....a tube of Maybelline Lipstick..in the most vivid shade of red. 


MY DECISION WAS MADE! 


I painted my lips with that beautiful, smooth, balmy red lipstick. And it immediately lifted my spirits. I have quite a pale, fair complexion...so you can imagine how vivid red looked on my lips...yes, I looked like a vampire out of some B grade Hollywood horror flick! And was I loving it!! 
That day at office, I completely forgot all stress, worries and pressures...and was only acutely conscious of the number of heads turning to see a very fair girl with ruby red lips!! If you are a man, you may not understand what exactly I am trying to say, but girls...you know what I am talking about,right?? :-)
My friend said "You look like a slut". And she got from me a bright smile, flashing all the flossed pearlies! I don't care! I felt attractive and powerful and divine...the worries and the manifold tensions were right there, each in its place...but that day , to my mind, they were all something to be resolved later, or things that would take care of themselves..while I basked in the glory of my ruby lips! 
Some were awed by my spunk of wearing a dramatic shade of lipstick to work, some bitched behind my back, some absolutely loved it, some absolutely hated it..some said it was a bold statement, some said a fashion faux-pas....but that day, the beautiful, vivid, alluring ruby red colour on my lips, made the day beautiful for me in a very inexplicable manner. 


That day I hadn't put on the loud lipstick to please anyone special...it was I who needed to be pleased. Do what you want to once in a while, it'll make you immensely happy and make the rest of the world wonder what's making you radiate! I am not someone who says you shouldn't be pleasing everyone every time...I think we must put in our best efforts to please the people who make our lives meaningful...but...you can't please others if you aren't happy yourself!! 

Go all out sometimes...wear that eye shadow you've always wanted to but thought its too loud, flaunt the brands, look beautiful only for yourself and do something you love doing without being apologetic about it....its one life after all! 


Love


PS - The next day, I spotted around seven ladies on my floor, wearing bright red lipcolour. :)