Saturday, August 11, 2007

Delhi!

“God willing we shall see the metro on Saturday”, exclaimed Kamal Sekhon.

Sekhon is one helluva character…..Punjab da puttar, he’s the most jovial bloke I’ve ever met in my life. His dad is an army colonel serving in Pune. Sekhon had the option of joining the NDA but he chose to do the engineering-work-MBA jig instead and today he is my partner in crime while palming off expensive software to gullible enterprise customers.

Tired with our daily routine in Gurgaon, we hatched a plan to explore new territories and beyond….we dared to seek the alluring and magnificient Delhi!!

The Delhi metro miracle!!

Sekhon’s cool-retro-classic-macho Enfield Bullet transported us from Gurgaon to Dwaraka (15 km) in under 30 mins. Dwaraka is the closest metro station to Gurgaon. If the spacious parking lot beside the metro station was a pleasant surprise, what we saw inside the station blew our mind. The Delhi metro is truly world-class. I’ve travelled by the tube all over Europe and I must say the Delhi metro is right up there with the best in terms of efficiency, cleanliness and safety. Trains run every five minutes and GPS systems that track train movement announce train arrivals on giant LCD boards on the platform. The metro experience makes one feel proud, but it also makes one wonder what kept the metro so long? Why didn’t the town planners of the 70s include metros in their blueprints?

Long-time Delhi resident friends of mine say that the Delhi metro has altered Delhi for the better. It has removed loads of traffic of the roads. Wherever the Delhi metro passed, land was acquired to make the roads wider and more beautiful. The average Delhiite swears by the metro and so do I.


Connaught Place

Our first haunt of the day was Connaught Place. We hoped off at the metro at the Rajiv Chowk station. "CP", as Connaught Place is commonly referred to, is bang in the center of Delhi and houses a sprawling up-market shopping district. CP is made up of three concentric roads that are lined with old-fashioned white-washed buildings, that give the area a European feel. Housed within these quaint buildings are flashy modern shops, filled with the latest designer brands. The charming mix of old architecture and new shops, makes CP an ideal destination for relaxed holiday shopping. In any case, it is a welcome break from the garish malls of Gurgaon.

We hit CP at noon and we were hungry. While sauntering aimlessly along the promenade in the inner-most circle, Khon spotted a kulcha-channa man on the pavement. Khon had vowed to introduce me to Delhi cuisine, and pavement ka kulcha, he said, was a good place to start. And so we stood beneath the Anti-Malaria Operations wing of the Delhi Muncipal Corporataion and munched delicious kulcha-channa off the pavement! Delhi's baked kulcha deserves a whole blog for itself. Amazing stuff - tasty, light and filling, don't miss it if you are in these parts of the country.


Beer Hunt

After the kulcha, Khon and me were thirsty. Hot sultry afternoon, spicy meal, parched throats, the best possible remedy is fermented ambrosia that goes by the name - cold beer! But, the cheap skates that we are, we decided to skip the pubs in the locality and instead buy ourselves beer cans at the ubiquitous "Theka" aka liquor shops that you would find everywhere in the NCR region.

Like determined boy scouts on a trail, we scurried along every nook and conner of CP in search for the promised "Theka". And just as awe were getting tired of the hunt, Sekhon gave a yelp! To my bewilderment he stood transfixed in front of a crockery and cutlery store! Now what on earth did Khon spot in the crockery store!

"I want to buy a wallet from here", announced Sekhon. I stared at the shop in disbelief, crockery store and leather wallet didn't sound right...But then as I followed Sekhon into the store, I couldn't help smiling. Here was a store that was different from everything else in CP. It was not a new flashy designer store like the rest. Instead, it was an old ramshackle place run by an old ramshackle shopkeeper housing a curious mix of antiquated items of all kinds. It was a survivor from a bygone era and Sekhon wanted to buy his wallet from this very shop!

While buying the wallet from the old shopkeeper, Sekhon knew he was stepping into connoisseur zone. Khon put his best manners and best language skills on display. He spoke chaste Hindi and threw in a few Urdu phrases for effect. Instead of haggling over price, he admired the features and the fine craftsmanship that went
into the wallet. He inquired about its lineage and was satisfied when he heard that it came straight from Agra - the land of the Taj! After all that, there was no scope for negotiating, Khon compensated the shopkeeper generously and took possession of his fine wallet.

After that small distraction of the wallet purchase, we refocused our energies on the quest for the liquor shop. After circumambulating the three circles three more times we finally discovered a line of liquor shops embedded deep in the second circle of the CP maze. However, beer wasn't going to come easy. Now we had a fresh problem on hand. None of these guys sold cans! They were all wholesalers who doled out crates of beer; a request for two cans brought us scorn and a frown and the occasional gali, which Khon returned with glee.

But then, there was light at the end of the tunnel, the last shop didn't have cans but agreed to sell us a bottle. Aah....redemption at last. Khon bought the bottle and the two of us sipped some chilled Bauer by the road-side while admiring the latest Sx4 car on display at the Maruti show room across the road. Thoroughly refreshed, we were now ready to conquer Delhi.

Palika Bazaar

One of the sections of CP, houses Palika Bazaar, a favourite haunt for those looking for pirated CDs, cheap computer accessories and electronic knick knacks. Every city has one of these shady areas, Bangalore has its SP Road and Mumbai its Lamington road. For gaming enthusiasts, movie addicts and gizmo freaks, this is the place to be. I recently picked up an 8 GB Transcend thumb drive from Palika Bazaar for a thousand ruppes....pretty cool, huh?

After the alcoholic refreshments Sekhon and me sauntered into Palika Bazaar. There we bumped into Vaishnav, a colleague at work and my roomie at home. He's another character. He's getting married this November, and ever since his wedding date has been fixed he's been on a ladki gumane ki spree. Not surprisingly, he was in Palika Bazaar helping a female friend with her weekend shopping!













Sarvana Bhavan - yoohoo!
Now, fellow South Indians would understand my excitement. For a southie foodie stranded in Delhi, Sarvana Bhavan is the equivalent of El Dorado. The exertions of the afternoon had left us famished and both of us agreed to raid the legendary Sarvana Bhavan. Finding Sarvana Bhavan was not half as difficult as procuring beer. A few questions for directions led us to the revered spot. Savor the sight.


Well, we glided into the restaurant like awestruck teenagers. We plonked ourselves into a cozy corner on the mezzanine floor and started drooling at the culinary sights in the vicinity. While chatting up with the floor manager we learnt that he had started his career as superstar Rajnikanth's cook! We were in esteemed company!


The evening-tiffin-combo on the menu card sounded perfect and we ordered. It's one helluva of a preparation, it has a miniature masala dosa, kutti idlis, accompanied by scoops of khara bath and kesari bath, served with generous doses of chutney and sambhar...wow....the best of south indian cooking in a plate!!...have a look..

We washed down the combo with classic filter coffee and couldn't help sporting a goofy grin of supreme satisfaction on a job well done :)

Having seen the best of New Delhi, next on the agenda was Old Delhi. Lal Quila beckoned!

Shahjahanabad - home of the Mughals

to be continued..





Wednesday, August 8, 2007

"Black".....Pearl Jam

My fav. piece of lyrics...."Black"....by Pearl Jam

Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn

Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything.
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can drop away

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be... yeah...
Uh huh... uh huh... ooh...

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine


Thanks SS for introducing me to this song..



Tuesday, August 7, 2007

The truth about hard work...


Reproduced below is an excerpt from a Will Smith interview in the March 2007 issue of Reader's Digest.

Reader's Digest: So getting to where you are is all about running hard?
Will Smith: Most people you are going to be in competition with are not gonna give 100 percent. If you catch a bad day, you are going to run up against someboy willing to do 87 percent. You're still going to win............................When I say I am going to run five kilometers, I run eight. With that mentality, it is actually difficult to lose.

RD: You work harder than the next guy?
Smith: I consider myself to be basically average talent, right? What I have that other people do not have is a sick, obsessive, raw animal drive.

RD: Do you get tired of pushing?
Smith: Not yet. There is no pain worse than not achieving a dream when it is your fault. If God did not want you to have it, that is one thing. But if you do not get what you desire because you are lazy, there is no pain worse than that.

Reader's Digest, March 2007

I can strongly relate to the highlighted portion in the excerpt. In my case trying harder is not about showing-off or currying favors, it is my only hope for survival in the face of more talented competition.

Sunday, August 5, 2007

Triple Whammy! Two fights and a movie!

The other Friday, I wrapped up my work, cleaned my desk and sat and pondered as to what to do. I asked around if any of my colleagues had plans that could accommodate a lone ranger at the last minute. Not surprisingly, everyone was busy taking their girlfriends out for dinner, watching movies with college friends, so on and so forth. I decided to watch a movie, coz that’s one activity that I don’t mind doing alone. I usually soak myself totally in the movie, and so, lesser the distraction the better. I looked up the movie listings and realized that there was “Harry Potter and Order of the Phoenix” running this week! That’s a movie I had to watch!

I landed up at the PVR multiplex in Sahara Mall at 6.20 pm for the 6.30 show. Just as I was slipping into a reverie about sitting in the hall and watching the teen wizard prodigy kicking some voodoo butt, the ticket counter guy woke me up with a rude jolt –

“Sir, your bag is not allowed inside the theater.”

“Ok fine, I’ll drop it at your security counter.”

“Sorry sir, that won’t be possible, we don’t have a baggage counter.”

“Whoa!” “What do you mean I can’t take my bag inside and you don’t have a baggage counter, what on earth am I supposed to do with my bag?”

“Sorry sir, there’s nothing I can do, yaada, yaada, yaada”

I lost my mind at the absurdity of the situation and yelled at the counter guy to get his manager along. The manager came and repeated what his ward had just said. I yelled some more about the silliness of the rule – they are located in a bloody shopping mall for Christ’s sake! People carry bags in malls, where are they supposed to leave their bags if you don’t provide for storage? Totally miffed, I asked to be referred to someone who could do something about the situation. I had quit work early today to catch a movie, there was no way I was letting a silly rule to come in the way. All I got in return for all the ranting was a feedback form! I was miffed that I missed the movie, but at the same time I was happy that I had yelled at the manager and everyone else in sight, I had atleast fought back, it made me happy.

Mulling on what to do next, I sauntered upto the next mall a 100 meters away. It too had a PVR, my eyes lit up! With the glee of a lion that had tasted blood, I strode upto the ticket counter and started my routine all over again, knowing fully well that the baggage issue would crop up. And when the issue came up, boy, was I ready! I started my yelling sequence all over again, the lines were well rehearsed by now, they flowed out with stinging venom, creating quite a stir and drawing the manager our of his lair to engage in damage control. This time though, the manager was a pleasant Sikh, who seemed to be the people-friendly type. The type that knew all about customer relationship managament, the type that knew that going out of the way to help a customer is a sure-fire way to create customer lock-in that will exist for a long, long time. Most importantly, the type that knew that every customer who walks into the theater counts, because a theater is after all built to serve the single small customer who walks in, they don’t have an enterprise sales channel, every small end-consumer is as relevant to the business as the next one.

The Sikh gentleman explained the rules to me but said that he’ll make an exception this time and let me store the bag in the employees’ storeroom. I joyfully accepted the kind gesture and grabbed the ticket. Whew! I finally was watching Harry Potter. The Sikh guy had just saved my weekend from becoming moody and depressing.

After all that had happened, the movie could not be disappointing. I enjoyed it to the hilt, the movie had very little sentimental balderdash, it was an action-packed fast paced one and half hour delectable treat for Potter fans. The Dumbledore and Voldermot duel at the end was my favourite moment. The grand battle between the masters was so vivid - Voldermot spinning a vortex of shattered glass, only to be countered by Dumbledore’s water cyclone! The day’s struggles were truly well rewarded.

I smugly congratulated myself on the triple whammy - two good fights and a mind-blowing movie, what more can one ask for on a Friday evening! :)