Showing posts with label India. Show all posts
Showing posts with label India. Show all posts

Friday, February 12, 2010

A trip to grandma's for the the summer hols ... Literati Bookshop and Cafe, North Goa



Some of our friends had told us about a place called Literati near Baga at North Goa. We were told that it was a cafe and a bookshop.

K and I went to the beach on our second day at Goa. I was carrying a stomach bug. Couldn't take the sun. So we decided to check out Literati the next day and have breakfast there.

I must confess that I was a bit underwhelmed when we reached there. We had the image of a Lila Cafe sort of place in our heads. What we saw was a pretty house in a lovely garden. Three rooms of books and a veranda which looked on to the garden. The 'cafe' part seemed limited. Creatures of urban comfort that we are, we missed our cappuccinos or having straws to sip the nice cold coffee on offer. The 'cheese sandwich' was just as your granny would make it. Cheese in two slices of bread, toasted in a griller. The food tasted tasted and smelt of the summer vacation trips to one's grandparents place.

As you have probably realised by now, Literati was a fairly rustic and simple operation. There were Irani cafe- like rules. 'No taking food inside.' 'No taking books outside'. 'No taking first hand books into the second hand section.'
So you had to sit quietly in the veranda and look into the green Eden like garden as you munched on the sandwich that granny made. 'Eden-like garden'? Was the place growing on us? Read on to find out more.




Fuelled by coffee and cheese we set off to check out the books. My first discovery was the 'Lost Diary Of Adrian Mole'. This set the tone for the rest of the morning. For Literati was not an assembly line of CD cum books cum mags cum fridge magnet cum Barbie shop. Literati represents the last of a rare, fast breed called 'bookshops'. They had the usual Pamuks, Harukamis and Balduccis. But if you looked around you would find books popping out and calling out to you. Books which would met your interests. Or of those whom you were fond of. There is nothing like the joy of discovering the perfect book when you least expect it.


The first room had the new/ first hand books. Then there are two more rooms which have second hand books. There are comfy sofas to sink in. Well worn. Ceiling fans to cool you. The mood is balmy and lazy thanks to the trees outside. The staff are very sweet and helpful. Don't expect any supermarket speed and efficiencies though.


To take the grandma metaphor further, the place did remind me of my visits to my grandparent's house when I was a kid. And the joys of discovering great books in my grandpa's collection. Literati is not a steel and chrome air conditioned functional shop. You should go there if you want to unwind, laze, step off from the treadmill and discover some great books. The place invites you to walk around, feel at home and takeaway memories. Don't go there if you want to pick a book on the go.







I suddenly heard Bengali being spoken while I was roaming around the shop. To be expected in a book shop I guess. They turned out to be a Bengali father and daughter couple. A Bengali lady called Mita, who had married a Dutch gentleman and had settled in Goa, and her father Mr Das who had come from Delhi. So we ended up having a Bengali association meet in the heart of Goa! Like my grandpa, Mr Das too felt that I should have joined the IAS!


Literati left us underwhelmed. And then overwhelmed. It grew on us. As K put it, it was the discovery of the trip. I can't tell you how good it felt be in a 'real' bookshop after ages. And in such an awesome setting. Looked after by such good natured people. Literati has shot up our 'must visit' list at Goa.

We picked loads of books for ourselves and our friends. Just about manged to dodge the excess budget limits.
For me the high point was meeting my old friend Aidy Mole again. And what better time for that than on my birthday trip? Hang on Aidy, the world will hear of your Newt Tales someday.










Notes:
  • Literati is at a place called Ice Factory near Calangute at North Goa. Here's their web site for more details
  • They are shut on Sunday
  • The shop closes at 6 PM
  • The kitchen shuts at 2.30 PM. Because "she (the cook I assume) leaves"
  • They don't serve aerated soft drinks. But they serve wine and beer. That's Goa
  • If you see a lab who looks like Marley then you are likely to have met Frieda. Do say hi to her from me. Poor thing had to be dragged away as K squealed in fright when Frieda scampered in

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Mumbai rocks... Metrotwin Mumbai

Hey, this is something very close to my heart and a dream come true for me.

Metro twin http://mumbai.metrotwin.com/ is a BA effort to add colour to Mumbai for foreign travellers. I am a strong believer in the tourism potential of Mumbai and India.

A lot of things suck in terms of infrastructure but there's so much to see and do here, there is so much character. We just need to get people excited. We can give tons of popular destinations a run for their money. We can't fix the roads and loos and the Governmental apathy but we can definitely help build the romance of India. The rest will change I am sure.

So please introduce Metrotwin Mumbai to your friends overseas.

Let's spread the Mumbai story.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Singing in the rain... South Goa in the Monsoons

To me a trip to Goa is a bit like Seinfield. It is about doing nothing.

We normally head to Baga in North Goa in February. A typical day goes like this - wake up, go to Lila's Cafe and have breakfast, go to the shacks on the beach and stretch out with a beer and a book, head to Brittos, eat, go back to the hotel, sleep, walk down the Baga Calangute road and reluctantly trail Kainaz as she shops, go to Infantaria, eat, go to the hotel, sleep.

Too much activity?

Then South Goa in the monsoons is just what you need.

The monsoons (rains) are fairly heavy in Goa. The tourist season closes. Beach shacks disappear. The sea becomes wild as an untamed stallion. Most street shops vanish. Restaurants operate with a few minimum tables. Budget hotels, where we stay in winter, become damp and dank. And five stars are available at reduced prices.

North Goa is the 'happening' part of Goa. In season, its beaches such as Baga and Calangute rock. It is quite addictive with its high adrenalin discs, lively shacks, water sports, glorious food, flee markets

South Goa in contrast is staid and genteel. It has a number of luxurious hotel properties. They match the best in the world. Taj Exotica and Leela are some of the legendary hotels which dot its beaches.

In my book South Goa hotels just don't add up to Goa. You could be anywhere in the world and experience this luxury. Which is a good argument to use if you can't afford them in the first place!

Last weekend I dipped into my pension fund and booked us into the Park Hyatt to fulfil a long standing dream of Kainaz. Given the way the markets behave these days this was quite a good use of one's pension fund.

And this is what I found. A hotel which was right up there with the very best. With a bathroom which was divided into three sections and had a sunken bath. With a staff who had thoughtfully given us a room in a secluded area where I could sit in the balcony and gaze for hours at the sea as I heard it roar. And it was good to have a room in the corner as the hotel was jam packed with guests. Economic slowdown by damned.

The weather was lovely... bursts of rain followed by cool breeze which smoothed our creased city brows. An empty beach where we strolled for miles after we left the odd hotel guests behind. Well, it seemed like miles though K wanted to walk a lot more.



The sea was as rebellious as a flower child from the seventies. Waves came crashing in through the day. And it kicked up quite a ruckus. The sea looked really majestic and proud. We walked on the wet sand but I did see the odd person flapping around in the water under the eyes of the hotel life guards. One sight that stayed in my mind is that of fisher boy plying his trade against the might of nature. Humbling and yet inspiring.



Goa in the rains is as green as the garden of Eden. The roads, the hills, the coast was covered with a rich, fresh green which was the most relaxing sight that I have ever seen. Paradise is a word often used to describe Goa. So why go against the grain?



There is nothing like a good hotel South Goa during the monsoons if you want to pamper yourself and lose yourself for a while.


But I'd take North Goa in February, four times out of five.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Paradise regained in forty five minutes...Mandwa beach



Remember those scenes in movies such as Pretty Women or even in F.R.I.E.N.D.S where the heroine is leaving town at the end and the hero hasn't stated his feelings for her? And then he realises his mistake and runs to catch up with her. Often goaded by a friend. Usually he reaches the airport or train station late and then finds that she is waiting for her. And then they live happily ever after.

Well something like this happened to me recently. Except in my case the woman was replaced by an idyllic sea beach!

OK, this is a long story so please be patient or skip the next paragraph.

A few of our friends had made plans to go to Mandwa last Wednesday. I wasn't sure as I had a meeting on Wednesday. That got cancelled and I thought I will join them. Then I felt quite nauseous and had a headache on Tuesday night. So I told Kainaz to join the gang on Wednesday while I stayed home. K left for the Gateway next morning while I stayed back. Then I began to have second thoughts as I felt that I was missing out on an opportunity to do something different. That's when K's mama called me and said "what are you doing, just drop everything, jump into a cab and go". Pretty much like Phoebe in F.R.I.E.N.D.S and the hotel manager in Pretty Woman. I began to consider going when he called me again and screamed, "you are still not in the cab, what are you doing?!". I quickly exchanged my jammies for a pair of jeans, brushed my teeth and darted out. Well Kainaz and our friends who had set off early in the morning skipped the 8.30 AM catamaran for me. I arrived just in time for the 9.15 AM ferry and we set sail for Mandwa. I threw up over the side of the ferry as we reached Mandwa and the world seemed beautiful again.

The fairly empty and secluded beach of Mandwa is a forty five minute to an hour's boat ride from the Gateway of India in South Mumbai.

Mandwa is the entry to the more popular beaches of Alibagh and Kihim which are off Mumbai. You can reach Mandwa by a ferry or a catamaran. These leave the Gateway every hour and tickets range from Rs 60 to Rs 90 (1 to 2 USD) depending on the size of the boat. This service is closed in the monsoon months, approximately June to September. During these months you can reach Mandwa by a three hour drive. There are buses to take you from Mandwa to Kihim and Alibagh. The price for these are included in your ferry ticket and you don't have to pay separately for this.

Now the thing with Mandwa is that it is literally cut off from civilisation. It is not developed unlike Kihim or Alibagh. You have a few shops selling soft drinks, wafers and biscuits and a public loo at the jetty. Apart from that there is a tiny snack bar with a few tables and chairs run by a person called Guru. You get a few local snacks such as vada pao and missal pao and soft drinks and tea.

The beach is a bit rocky but if you are intrepid enough then you can base yourself at Gurus and spend some time at the beach. I believe that there are spots where you can swim too.

We didn't have to do any of this as two of our friends were members of the Royal Bombay Yacht Club. They took us to the Mandwa Club. Before you get any images of a fancy club let me tell you that Mandwa Club is just a little outpost with a few rooms and toilets and a verandah with easy chairs and sofas. They don't have a restaurant but you can get your own food and warm it in the kitchen. One of our friends got some lovely Chinese from 5 Spice and we had a great lunch by the sea. There is one, ancient attendant who runs the place.





There were six of us that lazy afternoon, by the sea. The lovely breeze brushed away the pressures and pains of the week. We chatted, we lazed, we stretched, we ate, we giggled ... some of us went into the sea and flapped around. I was really glad that I went as I felt very refreshed and rejuvenated... cut off from mad, manic Mumbai. If nature had a spa... then this would be one.



We sat back for Mumbai by the 4.30 PM catamaran. The last boat leaves at 6 PM.

You can stay overnight at the Mandwa Club if you know someone at the Royal Bombay Yacht Club. In fact they have a more modern set up called beside the Mandwa Club which has two rooms and a kitchen. This is air conditioned, has better bathrooms and is more modern. Both of these are right on the sea.

But I'd recommend going to Mandwa with a good book, a picnic basket and a beach towel if you are the sort who likes open spaces, likes the sea, wants a break and is fine with roughing it out a bit.



And definitely if you are lucky enough to have Jamshed Adrianvala as your friend.







Credits:
Jamshed Uncle: for organising the trip and waiting patiently for me
Shahazad: for the lovely Chinese from 5 Spice. Excellent choice of dishes
Rita and Malka: for making us break into peals of laughter
Freddy Mama: for his calls goading me to go
Kainaz: through whom I know the rest of the cast and for living with my indecisiveness




History lesson: Apparently the Mandwa Club was started after the Royal Bombay Yacht Club was opened at Bombay during the British rule of India. The Royal Bombay Yacht Club was meant for the higher officers of the British Army and navy. Ordinary folks from the ranks who liked to sail complained that there was nothing for them. That's when the Mandwa Club was set up. What's remarkable was the location chosen for the club. There was nothing around the area at that time but people had the foresight to pick this spot. The Mandwa Jetty is fairly recent and has come up in the last decade.


Wednesday, February 25, 2009

I give you good price: Baga, Goa 2009


Don't be surprised if you are walking down the streets of Baga and hear a voice cry out for you in an accent which is a mix of Nicole Kidman, Kate Winslett and Meryl Streep. Chances are that you will turn around and see a waif like urchin, straight out of Slumdog Millionaire.
Baga, at Goa is lined with little shops which sell clothes, shoes, spices, fake watches, overpriced artifacts and curios and what have you. The clothes are quite kitsch and trendy and don't be surprised to find a Bob Marley tee shirt beside a Mahatma Gandhi one. The quality? Well if you are bothered about that then you shouldn't shop from the streets in the first place.
These shops normally spring up during season (November to March) and are often manned by girls and women who speak in very exaggerated English accents which they have picked up from foreign tourists.
Bargaining is the norm here. But this year is exceptional. You can get some amazing deals thanks to the recession, terrorist threat and subsequent trickle of tourists. Usually one gives a counter offer of half the quoted price and settles somewhere in between. This year you will often be surprised to see that your first offer itself is taken up as the sellers are quite desperate.
Some of the prices that we saw after bargaining were:
  • tee shirts - Rs 75 - 150
  • skirts/ sarongs - Rs 100 - 200
  • shorts- Rs 100 - Rs 150
  • fake watches - Rs 200
  • 'pashmina' shawls - Rs 100 (plain). Rs 175 (with designs)
  • Water sports!: para sailing at Rs 300 after initial quotes of Rs 600
  • Sling bags/ 'jhollas' - Rs 100
    Rs 100 = 2 USD
Frankly I hate wasting time shopping during holidays. But there was no stopping Kainaz or my brother this year. In fact junior turned out to be quite a shopper as he darted from shop to shop. As for Kainaz, she headed for the shops like a homing pigeon. The way I would head to the nearerst prawn chilly joint I guess.
Though I must say that I was quite excited by some of the quaint Rajasthani tiles, lamps and hooks that we picked up for the house
Traveler's notes:
  • Hotel prices of the small guest houses had gone down too. Though the mid level places held their prices
  • Food prices at restaurants remain constant though. I guess there are those who shop and those who don't. But everyone eats!

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Goodbye Gurgaon, Ruby Tuesday

I was quite happy to leave the Smart Villa the heartbreak motel of Gurgaon.

The client presentations went off like a dream. In fact the board applauded after I finished. I could barely hear it though as I was deaf from the air cabin pressure drops. Still it was a relief as I had flown in with a bad throat and blocked nose and was keeping my fingers about lasting the presentation. And then I had to spend the night at the sleazy dump where I was kept. Few things at work give me a bigger high than a good presentation.

We went for lunch at Ruby Tuesday after the first presentation. This is opposite TGIF. This time I had couple of colleagues with me.

We started with a broccoli and cheese soup which was quite nice. The broccoli was finely shredded so you didn't mind it and the cheese was nice and solid. I enjoyed this and it was good for my throat.

I had a half rack of pork spare ribs. As the menu promised the meat was extremely pliant and tender. 'Fork removable' was the term they used and they were right. The barbecue sauce was on the sweeter side. It reminded me of a teriyaki sauce. It came with a baked potato and sour cream which I didn't care much for.

My colleagues had batter fried shrimp and spaghetti bolougnaise. The dishes looked good and they said that they enjoyed it.

The food was pretty good. Prices (Rs 400 - 600, 10 -15 USD a dish) were similar to TGIF. But the service was less attentive and informed than TGIF and the place was even deader with just two tables occupied on Monday afternoon.

The good food at TGIF and Ruby Tuesday helped reduce the pain of spending the night, Smart Villa and wannabe Gurgaon.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

TG for TGIF: down and out in Gurgaon



Gurgaon is a satellite city of New Delhi.



It is located in the state of Haryana. It is a 20-30 minute drive from the airport thanks to the swanky new flyover. It has developed at very fast pace over the recent years with swanky malls, BPOs and MNCs shifting base here to steel and chrome office towers. Frankly, it looks a bit like Vegas to me. Amazing buildings interspersed in fairly desolate, dusty and arid patches of land.



I have made a number of work trips here recently where I fly in the morning and return by evening. This Sunday was different. I had two presentations to make on Monday. So I came in the previous evening as the winter fogs at Delhi have turned the schedules of flights topsy turvy.



So here I am on Sunday night at Gurgaon. 'Gaon' means village and Gurgaon seems like that. What adds to the feeling is the guesthouse that the client has put me in. Its neat and clean but is fairly sleazy. Red blankets, plastic pink roses, waiter knocks and walks before you can open the door, stained toilet seats, no hat water in the basin, you get the gist. No way comparable to the hotels one stays in at New Delhi. One of the barest places I have stayed in at Delhi while travelling on work. Apparently Gurgaon rates are fairly expensive. I should have probably stayed at my company's guest house in New Delhi. It is supposed to be good and New Delhi is at least a town.



This place is a freaking ghost town. There is no life on the roads. Everyone's either in the malls or at the offices. So you can imagine how depressing the can be on a Sunday night. To top it I left Bombay with a throat and nose infection. And now I am deaf after the flight thanks to the pressure drops. I hope the block opens before I present. i can barely hear myself speak!



And then I came to this maudlin guest house. I took one look at the tattered room service menu and said that's it... fog and cold be damned. I called for a cab and went over to TGIF at the Metropolitan Mall. I remembered going there with my boss earlier and enjoying it.



I had some piping hot mushroom soup for my throat. Then the waiter strongly recommended a roast turkey platter. This came with a glass of house wine. The Turkey piece was nice and springy. It tasted like chicken but had a nicer feel to it. I enjoyed every bite. It came with a nice, creamy, mildly tangy sauce, buttered vegetables, a fair bit of nice mash and a fresh garlic toast. The combo was finished off with a slab of Christmas cake, which was hard and a bit frozen, but was also sweet an comforting. Just about three to four tables were occupied which further bolsters my village theory. You wouldn't fine a prime restaurant so empty at Bombay on a Sunday night.



I rarely go out alone to restaurants when I am travelling in India. But room service was not really an option in the guest house I am staying at. At least the great dinner helped to restore my spirits and to help me tide over a wasted Sunday night in this glorified motel (Smart Villa) in this wannabe one hick town.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Follow the yellow brick road: Mumbai Pune Expressway

I still remember the excitement which was there when the expressway opened between Mumbai and Pune. We had rarely seen a road like that in India. And it cut down the distance by almost two hours from what it used to be.

It still is about a 2 hr drive and another 1.5 hrs to get in and out of the cities.

I have travelled the route over the years and have seen the highway grow. As have the food courts!

I did the route yesterday and I saw that the food courts have really grown in number and variety. There is something for everyone. I was telling my colleagues that I felt like I was seeing a baby grow. And it felt good!

Here were some of the pleasant discoveries on the way to Pune from Mumbai:

- The Mc Donalds at Panvel, which is actually before the highway while coming from Bombay – now opens at 6 AM and serves breakfast. I remember stopping there earlier at 9 and 10 AM in the morning and being turned back as they opened at 11 AM. This time we had some very nice sausage muffins (the bread was light and slightly crisp compared to the burgers), excellent pancakes with coffee and maple syrup, Georgia Coffee (very nice), Minute Maid orange Juice. A colleague had has brown potatoes which looked tasty. Most dishes cost Rs 50 (1 USD). I wished they served this at Bombay too. They had done up the toilets too and they looked nicer than before


- The side of the lane facing Pune has a largish stop in the middle with a number of restaurants which sell local Maharashtrian fare (upma, bata vad, etc), South Indian Stuff, juices and sandwiches. This is one of the first courts but has grown with time. The average dish costs Rs 20 – 40 (50 – 60 cents) here
- Now there is a stop at the end of the highway towards Pune. This is the second stop after it ends and you have a Coffee Day there if you don’t like the local coffee in the earlier stops. Good to buck you before a meeting or before entering Pune.

There are quite a few stops on the way back to Mumbai from Pune

- There is a stop before Lonavla which has a Coffee Day, a US pizza shop and local stuff as well
- Then there is a largish stop after Lonavla which has at least 6-7 options: Ramakant's vada pao (they used to serve local fare such as vada pao in a van on the highway before the food court), a Café Coffee Day, some other local stores AND a 24 hr Mc Donalds

My excitement would sound strange to people from the West or even from countries like Thailand. But these are big improvements in India.

I was travelling with a couple of colleagues yesterday who shared my love for food. We kept talking about food through the journey. Which was good as our meeting at Pune seemed a bit pointless.

Traveler’s Notes:
- These stops have ample parking
- Now there are signs directing them to you on the road so you are warned well in avance in case you want to turn in
- There is quite a variety of options, most places are reasonably clean and hardly any have dishes which cost more than Rs 50 (or 1 USD)
- Most of these places have washrooms which are ‘fairly’ clean

- There are gas stations/ petrol pumps at all these stops

- Most also have shops where you can buy local favourites such as chiki (nuts in hard boiled jaggery), chocolate fudge, jelly sweets, jams and juices which you can take as gifts

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

The many wonders of India... our amazing politicians

You would have probably heard of the Taj Mahal, the forts of Rajasthan, the beaches of Goa, the backwaters of Kerala, the tigers of the Sunderbans ... but have you heard of the world's most amazing collection of political leaders.
Well the latest terror attack at Mumbai threw up quite a few. Consider the facts and then think whether it is worth coming to India to see these unique specimens:
  • A geriatric, soft spoken, Prime Minister who waited till the nation was brought to its knees, till the killing spree was close to 24 hours, till a city's back was broken before coming on television, reading from a tele prompter and threatening to rap the knuckles of the bad boys who were out there killing people. Who is his role model? Chamberlain, Britain's prime minister who had tried to negotiate with Hitler!
  • A Home Minister of the country (in charge of internal security) who has taken multiple terror attacks in the last three months - Delhi, Jaipur, Guwahati, Bombay - calmly in his stride without blinking an eyelid. Just another day in office for him. A day too many for us though
  • A state Chief Minister who went to inspect the damages and destruction done to his state's capital with his son (who apparently acts in films) with a guy who used to make films
  • A state Home Minister who in reference to the carnage in his state said, 'such small incidents happen in large cities. The terrorists were planning to kill 5500 people'. Unquote. Well, yes it is not as important as shutting bars where girls danced to entertain patrons is it?
  • A leader of the national opposition who tried to score brownie points while terrorists were killing people in Bombay by saying that blasts when his government ruled killed fewer people than when the current government took over. This is the same gentleman who had overseen the destruction of the mosque which led to terrible religious riots in our country. The same gentleman, who as home minister, had handed over the man who is considered to be the master mind of the recent terror attacks to hijackers
  • A Chief Minister of another state, Kerala, who went to visit the house of an army major slained by the killers to get political mileage. Who was thrown out of the house by the indignant father of the slain major... himself a retired scientist of ISRO, India's equivalent of Nasa. A Chief Minister who hit back at the family of the martyred soldier by saying that even a dog (sic!) wouldn't have looked at house if it wasn't for their son. I was tempted to write that a dog did visit them because of their son. BUT I love dogs and I would never run down these noble creatures by equating them with politicians
  • An opposition party member who responds to citizen candle light protests by saying 'that a few women who wear lipstick and apply powder on their face are criticising politicians without knowing what they are speaking about'. Well let me assure him that we all know what our politicians are worth
  • Self appointed guardians of a city, who beat up people have come to work in the city from other parts of the country, who do not speak the language of these leaders and who refer to the city by a name which these leaders refer to. Not a squeak was heard from them as the citizens of the city they claim to own were being mowed down. As a friend of mine pointed out, they finally seemed to have paid heed to the gag order put on them by the courts. Or perhaps they have fled the city

The list goes on. These are the people we have elected. Or, worse still, the people we have not elected because we did not vote.

So go out and vote the next time. Many have asked who do we vote to? Even I ask the same question. But someone made a telling point on TV recently. Our politicians cater to vote banks. If go out and vote we will become a vote bank. Then they would have to listen to us.

And here's a sobering thought. The chances of the next prime minister of India being less than seventy five years old is much much less than the US getting a coloured president.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Mumbai 26 11...it is not business as usual

Frankly I was quite exhausted and emotionally drained over the past few days. And I want to thank everyone who called, texted, e mailed, scribbled on walls, commented on blogs asking about us. Kainaz and I were home safe and no one close to us was caught in the tragedy that hit Mumbai. Unless you count the city of Bombay of course!

I was glued to the telly for a large part of the last few days watching the horrifying events unfold. I was dazed and in a state of shock. VT station, Leopolds, The Taj, the Oberoi, these have all been places which have made Bombay special to me. Places which have made me fall in love with the city. I have vivid memories of each of them.

I first landed at the Victoria Terminus for a summer project presentation in 1996. I fell in love with Bombay then and shifted in a year later. Kainaz and I would often walk past the VT Station on our courting days for a Bengali dinner at Hotel New Bengal. Even today I always feel happy when I see the Gothic beauty of the VT station when I head to South Bombay for work.

Leopold is where my summer project guide had treated me to a beer, where I had spent many evenings with friends when I had moved into Bombay, where I have had many Friday lunches of beef chilly and prawn fried rice and brownies with Kainaz, where we had dinner on her last day at FCB Ulka, the office where we met. Years later I felt good reading about it in the book, Shantaram.

The Taj Hotel was of course THE hotel we all aspired to. I remember each of my visits there… a lot of them were to the Sea Lounge, the old tea room by the sea. It is hard to think that the place where I was introduced to the ice cream boat and then shared it with Kainaz, where I took my mom for tea… an experience she still remembers, the place where as a junior executive, eight years back, I had shelled out Rs 1500 (30 USD today) to treat Kainaz to a chocolate buffet (a kind, elderly waiter took pity on us and allowed us to share a plate from the buffet though I had paid only for one person, but that’s Taj for you)…to think that this place, the Sea Lounge, was apparently the last refuge of the killers is painful.

The Oberoi is just opposite the Nirmal building at Nariman Point where Kainaz and I worked together when we first met. We often used to go to the cake shop there for pastries and ham and cheese sandwiches and even now I get a cake from there on her birthday. The Oberoi had a chemist where I would buy Kainaz’s favourite Lindt Chocolates, for the then pricely sum of 90 Rs (2 USD), as a peace offering if we had a tiff. I have bought her a red tee shirt from a shop called Scarlett over there which she still wears.

To see these places, which are such a big part of my life pillaged numbed me. I was truly dazed.

And then there was the human misery and pain. The deaths. The bloodshed. The injuries. The massacred families. To think that we could have been one of them is a chilling thought. These were people who had welcomed me to Bombay and made me feel at home here. Or they were people like me who had come from outside to Bombay, drawn like a firefly to the flame.

I have consciously used the word ‘Bombay’. I know there are political parties who believe that Bombay should be called Mumbai. Well, if they really care about the city, then their actions need to speak for that. And so far the silence has been deafening.

We have been let down by the most inept political leaders which we have abetted by voting for them, or worse still, by not voting. And I know that there are many of my peers who have followed the American elections by the minute but do not vote here. To start with, I haven’t voted ever since I shifted to Bombay.

Hats off to the policemen, army men, ordinary citizens, hotel staff, journalists, firemen who braved their lives to stand up to the killers. I hope that I too would someday be able to do something for this city.

And then there are the endless debates on the ‘spirit of Mumbai’. Three calamities back, this was good and much lauded. The flavour of the day now is to ridicule this term. The ‘spirit of Mumbai’ is the reality of life anywhere in the world. You need to eat to live, you need to earn to eat, you need to work to earn. People get back to work after each of the hourly blasts in Kabul and Kashmir, shops remain open after bombs exploded at Delhi, Jaipur and Guwahati, the fishermen are out after the cyclones in Bangladesh and the tsunami in Thailand and Tamil Nadu. That’s the truth of life. And that much more if you are a daily wage earner. So let’s face reality folks.

You want to know what Mumbai is like? It is like Sylvester Stallone in any Rocky movie. Battered in round after round. A broken nose. Blinded vision. Paralysed speech. The assault continues. Except in the movies, ‘it ain’t over till its over’. Rocky picks himself up for the umpteenth time and finally lands the sucker punch which fells Apollo Creed, Mr T, Ivan Drago and other challengers. Mumbai has the bomb blasts of 1993, the communal riots after that, the floods of 26/7, the commuter train blasts, the blasts at Ghatkopar and at the Gateway and now the carnage of 26 11.

And people are scared. Everyone stayed home on Thursday. I went to office for a short time on Friday. I asked my team mates to leave when there were rumours of more explosions. They said they were scared to leave. The cabbie who drove me to work kept muttering about how scared he was and how he didn’t want to get his work out. Fear has cut across. Even to the young… or to the poor, those who normally carry on in the face of danger.

And I have an eerie feeling that this is not the end of the fight. After all the politicians are still at their games. And there are many who act like it is business as usual. Well it is not business as usual!And this nighmare will not end till we realise that.

Life obviously doesn’t stop. We will get back to our spread sheets and power points and our rat races. Even I have gone about my daily routine over the past few days. But at least let’s care about the citiy. Let’s do something. And I don’t mean candle light vigils or being part of internet ‘communities against terror/ politicians, etc. Let’s not support the killers by turning against each other. And let's, for god's sake, vote. For all those who admire Obama but who have given up on our poilticians...let's not forget Obama's message of change.


PS: I am posting this on both my food and travel blogs, though this has nothing to do with either, so that I could reach out to as many people as possible

Friday, October 31, 2008

A Tale of two cities: Istanbul and Kolkata

I must confess I did not know much about Turkey or Istanbul before I went there.

A colleague suggested that I take Orhan Pamuk’s ‘Istanbul - Memories and the city’ just before I left.

I hadn’t heard of Orhan Pamuk before. He is a Turkish writer who won the Nobel Prize in literature recently. I bought the book from Crossword and started reading it at the airport.

Frankly I couldn’t relate to what he had written as I began to explore Istanbul. He had written about the filth, sense of melancholy (huzun), poverty, ruined buildings, drab clothes and pained faces.

The Istanbul that I saw (Taksim and Sultanhmet) were the same areas that he had grown up in and written about. What I saw was a city full of vibrant people, walking purposefully, often dressed like super models. I saw elegant, restored buildings. We saw well preserved and well lit up monuments. People who were bright and friendly, hardly depressed or repressed. Roads were clean and yet had a character unlike antiseptic Singapore.

Towards the end of the book Pamuk reveals his first heart break. That made sense. That could have coloured his mind and his world view. We often remember cities through our memories.

Pamuk’s argument was that the Turk’s more or less lorded over the world under the Ottomans. They did not take well to their fall from power after the Ottoman empire collapsed and the Republic was set up. He also wrote about how, Mustafa Kemal Ataturk, led a Westernisation drive for them to move away from the past.
Istanbul must have seen some big changes in recent years as it was quite different from the Istanbul of the fifties to the seventies that Pamuk writes about. Perhaps the Euro Cup which they hosted helped. The government must have led this drive. One could sense the government everywhere in forms of uniformed policemen with machine guns, police vans patrolling the roads or even the mechanized road cleaners.

This set me thinking about my home city of Kolkata. Kolkata was called Calcutta and was the capital of India in the first part of the British rule. Most of the early thinkers, politicians, businessmen, cinema celebrities, writers, poets, most of India's Nobel prize winners, the best academic institutions et al were from here.

Then the capital shifted to Delhi in the beginiing of the twentieth century. Later Kolkata was swamped with refugees from Bangladesh twice (1947, 1970) – during the partition and during Bangladesh’s independence movement. The communists won the local elections and have ruled the state for more than thirty years now. The city buckled under the pressure and just caved in. Despair, ruins, poverty, meleancholy were the order of the day. Since then the city seemed to live more on its past glory and seemed to turn its face away from its ugly present. People would speak longingly of the British. The British prime minister, John Major’s visit in the nineties was seen as its route to deliverance. That didn’t happen of course and other Indian cities such as Mumbai, Delhi, Bangalore left Calcutta behind in terms of liveliness and growth.

Then, like Ataturk propounded in his Westernisation drive, Kolkata too seemed to turn its back on its past in a desperate attempt to ape cities like Mumbai. That was roughly when I left the city (1998).

I see quite a resurgence when I go home to Kolkata these days – splendid flyovers, spurt of Bengali restaurants with Bengali food no longer being considered uncool, new housing properties, an acceptance of Bengali culture with clothes like kurtas in traditional designs, Bengali rock bands and so on getting popular.

Yet the differences are not as stark as what I saw in Istanbul now verus what Pamuk had written about it. I wonder what that sort of transformation would take… enlightened citizens? Administrative will? Or is it something more dramatic ?!



Monday, October 13, 2008

A city for all seasons: Durga Pujo in Mumbai

I moved to Mumbai ten years back. So technically it is not a 'faraway place' I have made this lovely city my home and it has welcomed me with open arms.

But there is one time of the year when I feel very home sick. That is during Durga Pujo, the biggest festival of us Bengalis. The first time I realised how far away I was from home was when I had visited the Durga Pujo at my adopted home of Bandra at Mumbai ten years back. That's when there were boulders in my throat.

There were just too many memories of Durga Pujo in Calcutta - the year long anticipation, the new clothes, the hair cut two weeks before the festivities, no studies, countless hours spent with friends, the puja in my building - Debjan Apartments, the food, the pandal hopping through the city with friends - all of these came back back in a rush of black and white images as I stood at the Bandra Pujo, fresh out of Calcutta.

I have tried to make it back to Calcutta most years since then during the Pujos. Though I must say that a bit of the magic has gone with the friends I grew up with being available only on Facebook and Orkut, if at all.

I didn't go back this year. But I did see a couple of nice Pujos at Mumbai. I went to the Balkanjibari pujo for the first time at Santa Cruz on my way to the prayer meetings for Mamma (Kainaz's grandmom who had just passed away). I said a prayer for her. The setting was just right as the Pujo was very well organised. I got a a fairm amount of peace and quiet in the pandal that afternoon to be alone with my thoughts. A far cry from the community Pujos of Calcutta which are like big fairs with streams of people pouring in. This reminded me of the pujo in our apartment complex in Calcutta.




I went to the Bandra Pujo on the penultimate night of the festival. Again, I entered the premises peacefully. Something one could not imagine in the big pujos of Calcutta. I went to the prayer area and was there for quite a while. I am usually not very religious and don't leave offerings at religious places. But this year I left some money at the Santa Cruz pujo for Mamma and at the Bandra pujo in appreciation of the way Bandra has welcomed me over the last decade.

I waited for almost an hour for Kainaz to join me. During this time I was seeing the entertainment programme which was going on and was part of the Pujo celebrations. It reminded me of the the programmes we would organise in our pujo at Debjan Apartments, the skits, the songs, the 'orchestra' to which we all danced.

Once Kainaz came, we made a beeline for the food stalls which are a part of our Pujo pilgrimage at Bandra. As you can see from my picture I really enjoyed the lovely food and downed chicken rolls, mughlai paratha, kosha mangsho (mutton) and sweets with great glee.
The prices were a bit extreme (Rs 50 for a roll) but I guess that's the price one paid for nostalgia. The quality of the food was largely pretty good. Though it's smart to stick to the snack items which are fried in front of one instead of the cooked meals.

The most famous Pujo of Mumbai used to be the one at Shivaji Park. I have been there a couple of times. It is quite huge and is filled with people. It reminded me of the Md Ali Park pujo in Calcutta as it is one of the older pujos and the crowd was comparatively less up market than the Bandra one. The equivalent of the Bandra Pujo would be Maddox Sqaure or Jodhpur Park in Calcutta which have a comparatively younger and trendier crowd.

I guess the most famous Pujo in Mumbai now would be the one at Lokhandwala. This is supported by the Times of India now and is patronised by the filmi or Bollywood crowd. I have never been there yet. The famous Lokhandwala traffic snarls are too forbidding.

And if you are at Bandra you don't really need to go anywhere else for anything in Mumbai!

Friday, October 10, 2008

A bathroom for Mrs K: Baga hotels

There are a few memories which rush in the moment one thinks of holidays. For me trips to Kolkata means eating great food at home and out, Bangkok brings back memories of some of the liveliest streets in the world, think KL and one thinks of glass and chrome malls and then there are the lazy river rides of the Sunderbans and the peaceful, lonely trails of Matheran.


One big part of our holidays at Baga, Goa, is finding the right place to stay. North Goa, where Baga is situated, doesn't have the branded hotels such as Holiday Inn, Taj, Leelas, of South Goa. You have a variety of hotels which are all quite different from each other. What we look for is location (close to the beach and and close to our favourite restaurants), clean rooms AND clean bathrooms. The last means the world to Kainaz.



So our trips have seen Kainaz look at a number of rooms before settling on one. Didn't matter that we could be tired and bedraggled from the journey from Mumbai. We have spent hours walking the Baga Calangute stretch checking hotel after hotel after feeling dissatisfied with where we were staying. Kainaz is very picky. This has happened so many times now that it is as much a part of our Baga ritual as is having Baskin Robbins ice creams after fish baffat at Brittos or having a pork chilly fry on the shack the day we leave or going there in the first place on my birthday. The latter three are my obsessions just as clean toilets and hotel rooms are Kainaz's.



I will never forget Don Juom's which is the clean, two storied family run place opposite the Church at Baga. I had stayed there during my first trip to Baga with two of my friends. Somehow the three of us managed to share the tiny, very basic but clean and neat room for a princely sum of 100 Rs per head. This was ten years back. Frankly I don't remember the bathroom but I went there recently to show the place to Kainaz and IT seemed fine. Especially for those bachelor days where the idea was to just have fun away from draconian bosses and restrictive paying guest digs in Bombay where one shared a room and a toilet with many others.



Kainaz and I stayed at The Paradise Village the first time we went to Baga together on her birthday. This was a cluster of cottages which were not bad but not good either. The walls were damp, the bathroom mouldy and gloomy and the location was a bit off as it was at the end of Calangute and therefore quite far from Baga.


Our later trips were always in February during my birthday. This is peak season at Goa when rooms are at a premium.


The next time was carnival time and a friend help us find a place at The Saffron Resort as most places were booked. It was the same deal as Paradise Village, cottages with dank rooms and this was even further off from Calangute.



So we begun the first of our famous walks looking for a new hotel down the streets of Baga. We despaired as we saw that most of the good ones - Ronil, Cavalla Inn, Villa Goesa - were full and that the ones available were hell holes.



That's when we chanced upon the Goa Holiday Resort. This place was opposite Infanteria and was owned by Punjabis settled in the UK. The room available was neat and clean and the bathroom was small but shiny and polished. The AC rates was the then Baga average of Rs 1500 or about 30-40 USD. We liked the place and booked ourselves without a thought the next year. We were shocked out of our wits when we reached. The room was dirty, walls were grimy, shower curtains were stained, basin was chipped and the restaurant which served steaks was replaced by a vegetarian restaurant. Then we discovered that the ownership had changed.



Kainaz and I begun our desperate alternative hotel hunt the first night itself. By a stroke of luck we got a room at Villa Goesa. This was a place where my boss from those days had stayed. We never got a room earlier as they are always full. This is a lovely place. The entire property is well landscaped and neat. The staff is very friendly. The rooms are airy, bright, clean and they have an elegant white paint and dark wood theme going. The bathrooms were neat and clean and the plumbing sparkled. The location was lovely as it was by the road in between Baga and Calangute. You came out of the property and walked through their private coconut grove and hit a slightly peaceful part of the beach. The rates were reasonable too and were around Rs 1700 - 2000 or 50 USD.


We loved the place and stayed there during our next trips. Paradise found? End of hotel searches? Not Really!



Our luck ran out when we went for our fourth trip this February. The internet booking agent had messed up the booking and the hotel claimed they didn't know we were were coming. This after we had paid in full from Bombay. So we got a gloomy room, with a groaning aircon, creaking bed and a hand shower in the bathroom which was quite geriatric. We raised a stink and then got a room which was better but where the bathroom flooded. We were mighty peeved! This too on our fourth stay there and after recommending the hotel to all.

So the Karmakars set off on their hunt again. That's when we chanced upon a boutique hotel called Waters in the lane behind the Subway sandwich shop. This tiny two storied hotel had about eight rooms. It was very tastefully done and the rooms were named after various colours. We got the red room. This had a chirpy red wall, a red candle, four coaster beds, a very nice and large bathroom with red tiles. We just loved the place and ran out of Villa Goesa which had betrayed us and moved in there.

The little stuffed toy which we picked up from the Mumbai airport with its red shirt was quite at home there. The pace was a steal as the room was a couple of hundred Rs cheaper than Villa Goesa and the room was much much better. The staff was very helpful too. It turned out that it was run by a couple of young people, one of whom was from Calcutta! The place was so lovely that it really a bit of magic to the holiday. In fact we cancelled our air ticket, lost money, paid more for a new ticket and stayed an extra day once we moved in here. That's how much we loved Waters. I am keeping my fingers crossed that we can go there next year and that it doesn't let us down.

After all this bathroom did meet Mrs K's approval!



There is another lovely place which is slightly more expensive. It is called Casa Alexia. It is a villa with lovely rooms with elegant, antique furnishings. This is beside the old people's home on the Baga Road. The only problem is that we have never seen any guests there and it does look a bit spooky. Perhaps the Sunset Boulevard of Baga?

PS. Despite our recent bad experience I would not write off Villa Goesa completely. It is closer to the beach and it is a larger property with lawns and a swimming pool. This would be a better place to go to if you are with kids. Just book in advance and try to book directly or through a site called www.nivalink.com who are quite efficient

Friday, October 3, 2008

Mumbai budget Eats


A reader of my food blog, finely chopped, wrote in yesterday asking for suggestions on where to treat an out of town friend at Colaba or Bandra at Mumbai. She requested me to keep in mind that she'd be footing the bill so requested me to keep a tight budget in mind.

Here's what I wrote to her:

I have tried to think of places which are economical yet seem special as you are treating someone. Some of these places don't serve alcohol. Alcohol jacks up the price.

List of around Rs 750 (USD 10) for 2 places:


Bandra:-

  • Carter Rd Gully: Karims (he might get to see Malaika Arora there, I ate here last night a lovely Muslim dinner for two cost us Rs 315/ 8 USD),Kwik Wok (Oriental), Open Affair (no theme), Maybe (continental, very basic tastes), Crepe Station (ditto) all without alcohol...finish off with gelato or (romantic?) walk by the sea
  • JATC (salads, pizzas, pastas, sand wich, subs) no alcohol but very alive
  • 5 Spice: alcohol but expensive, food very value for money - one main dish more than enough for . Try - chilly chicken, burnt chilly rice or noodle, Thai curry. Desserts are 125 plus but very good - MY PICK
  • Basilico, Out of the blue, Red Box very nice but will cross 1000 minimum
  • If you are willing to slum it, Khaane Khaas, well within 500 lovely food, clean but spartan seating. Try tandoori chicken, black daal,jeera chicken, fish tikka. Great service, no crowd

Colaba/ South Bombay

  • Churchill - lovely continental food, average price of 200 per dish -must have sausages in firecracker sauce, prawn newberg, ice tea. Long queues though
  • Mocambo - beside Citibank in Fort. Lovely ambiance. Insist on theParsi menu. Conti stuff is 300 plus. But Parsi/ Goan stuff is around Rs100 per plate and can be positioned as unique to Bombay. Must trys -dhansak or pulao, daal, bheja cutlet, if adventurous - Ox's tongue. MY PICK given its a treat and has to be economical and should give a flavour of Bombay. You get alcohol too. Ice teas are very good, same management as Churchill
  • Leopolds - very cult specially if he has read Shantaram. Sit downstairs though as upstairs is very expensive. Chinese is good and potions are large
  • If he doesn't mind no meat or no alcohol take him to the Gujarati Thali places such as Golden Star at Charni Rd. Quite ornate, unique,food is plenty and prices are fixed (around 300 per thali)

Readers: please add in your suggestions. The brief is inexpensive yet not 'cheap'

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Cinema Paradiso in Bengali: Kolkata



This was a strange post to write. I lived in Calcutta for 18 odd years after my early years at England and Iran. I did most of my schooling in Calcutta or Kolkata as it is now known. So Kolkata is the city where I grew up. At the same time I have been at Bombay, or Mumbai as it is now known, for close to ten years. So is Calcutta home? Is Bombay home? More importantly can I write about Calcutta from a tourist's point of view? Am I tourist or a visitor in Calcutta?

These are questions one asks oneself on lazy Sundays.

Disclaimer: I have written this post over a week. It is fairly long so keep some time out before you start. Also I lost contact with blogger some million times while closing this so am entitled to a few typos %^&&! I even lost contact after I wrote that line. Grrrr

This post is inspired by a programme I saw on Discovery Travel and Living, Joan Collin's London where she speaks of London from a tourist's point of view. That's what I will attempt to do in this post. This is not a definitive tourist's guide. It reflects how I see the city. It talks of memories which are dear to me from ten years back. Places which are must visits for me when I head back. I know that this could be very different for someone else. It will not reflect a lot of things which have come up in the last ten years. Though I guess food haunts would be common to most Bengalis heading back. What the post doesn't detail out are some landmarks of Calcutta which I will list first. These are must sees. It is just that I have not visited them in the recent past. Some of these are:


  • The Victoria Memorial: the lovely white marble monument for Queen Victoria. It has a museum too which was shut in our last two visits there - Monday, Durga Puja - but has artifacts from the British Raj. It has a pebbled path which I used to love crunching over during school trips. It also has nice gardens which is a favourite spot for lovers seeking some quiet and privacy but could be a nice spot to rest during your travels.

  • The Indian Museum: Like everything good in Calcutta is probably more than hundred years old and was built by the British. Where else in the world can you see two Egyptian mummies, fossils of dinosaurs and Buddhist archaeological relics for less than a dollar or so? If you are willing to overlook the lack of air conditioning, clean loos, good lighting and proper labelling this is a real treasure trove.

  • Nandan Cinema: This came up before the multiplex era but was conceptualised by the great Satyajit Ray. So you get to see a movie the way this Oscar Lifetime Award thought films should be seen
  • Birla Planetarium: the best place to lose yourself in the mystery of the skies and was there well before the 3D domes. And the aircon and dark lights and sonorous commentary make it just the place to snooze if you are tired are are not into astronomy.

  • Elgin Road momo shops: There are a row of tiny Tibetan restaurants. Here where you get lovely momos and home cooked Tibetan food at a very reasonable price. I assume that they still exist. I had last eaten there in the late nineties

The best thing about these is that they are all within the same location in the city and are easily accessible from the Rabindra Sadan Metro Station. The entry fee to most of these places won't be more than a US dollar if at all.

  • Calcutta Zoo/ chiriyakhana - tigers, lions, cross breeds between the two, elephants, 100 year old tortoises, crocs, snakes, giraffes, monkeys, bears - take your pick. Again less than a dollar to enter. Like most of the other places don't expect facilities such asgood toilets, helpful labeling, guides. What you will get are interesting things to see, ample food and enough places to sit and rest. Just be careful you don't read on some cosy couple as most public places/ gardens in Calcutta are popular hangouts for the romantically inclined. Be careful about feeding the animals. Once a drunken visitor had got into the tiger's pit on Christmas in the nineties to garland a tiger... and became the main course for lunch that day.

  • Tangra: This is Calcutta's China Town. The Chinese food here is supposed to be very good. I have been there only once so can't say much

This brings me to Kalyan's Kolkata:


1. Best time to go: This is a controversial one. Many, including Kainaz, won't agree with me, but my pick is Durga Puja. Just about every Bengali I know, except me, is heading there this year which proves my point. Durga Puja is a five day festival for the Hindu Goddess Durga. This is the main festival of Kolkata and happens between late September to early November. It is more a social event than a religious one. It is the time when the city is at its festive best, everyone wears new clothes, offices are shut, the city is lit up in an array of lights, there are amazing pandals (make shift tent like structures) in various forms which over the years have ranged from replicas of Machhi Pichhu of Peru to the submarine in which Netaji Shubhas Bose escaped and there are the clay images of the Goddeess Durga and her children and the demon mohishashur which range from traditional forms to myriad experimental looks.



You have to be an into adventure travel if you come at this time. What you will get is traffic gridlocks, huge queues (3-4 hr long) to get into the main pandals, crowded buses and trains, traffic diversions, taxi refusals, sweat, heat, grime, flight rates which are their peaks and outstation trains which are over booked... you will get crushed by the crowd, you could get mugged or groped...you will have to be very patient, very tolerant, very strong, very chirpy. What you will get to see is the city at its showy best, some amazing examples of creativity, craft and dexterity in the forms of the pandals, images and lights and a human spirit which is very humbling and yet inspiring.



Last year we met a doctor from New York who had come all the way to see Calcutta during Durga Puja. In terms of efforts it is like scaling the Everest but I can promise you a million memories worth a lifetime. I seriously feel that this is a huge tourist opportunity which is just waiting to be tapped. However, if you do want a more serene time to go then I would suggest January to March when the weather is at pleasantest and when there are various fairs and exhibitions going on.




2. Where to shop? There are a number of interesting places especially if you are looking at handicrafts. Look at Swabhumi near the airport for dirt cheap handicrafts (decorative figurines, local musical instruments, shoes, clothes, vases, tribal paintings, etc) where nothing costs more than USD 10-15 dollars.


My pick for the complete Calcutta shopping experience would be New Market at Lindsay street. You would fine a long list of branded apparel shops there. You would also find book shops, chemists and anything else though be warned that the staff in shops are not always the most enterprising or customer friendly....but that's Calcutta. You will also find a lot of hawkers on the street selling hand sewn tapestry and table covers, brass work, leather slippers, bags, soft toys and even comfortable cotton pyjamas. Heavy bargaining is required, quote half of what they say to start with.








Then there is the 'New Market' itself or Sir Stewart Hogg Market itself which is a covered enclosure, is dark, gloomy, has a strange musty odour, but where you will get just about anything that you are looking for from clothes to suitcases to Chinese shoes to cold cuts to Tibetan junk jewellery to imported food items to soft toys to lingerie of all forms to saris to flowers...quite the old curiosity shop. You can often good bargains here including on branded goods. It has a spider web like layout which could be a bit confusing but the iron cannon at the middle could be a good homing point.



You will never be lost for food here as you will find myriad eating joints across all budgets and food types here. Toilets? Don't even think about them.

3. Best place to shop, the twenty first century way: Calcutta has a number of new malls which have come up. Most would match up with the best in the Far East in terms of the range of brands, cleanliness, huge size, clean toilets (!), food courts. My pick would be the South City Mall at Tollygunge because of the number of times Kainaz and I went during our last trip to recuperate in the air con. You could bump into my Mom there these days as she has certainly become a mall rat who would put a sixteen year old to shame with her energy.

By the way, that's my wife Kainaz, and not my mom in the picture below.




4. Best place to catch the sunset: Go to Outram Ghat which is near Dalhousie at the bank of the Hooghly river. Take a ferry, tickets are roughly Rs ten (25 cents USD), cross the river and go to Howrah where you will be welcomed by the red Howrah Station where long distance trains come into Calcutta.



Cross back and catch the sunset across the river. Would give any 70 mm a run for its money. And the cool river breeze is to die for. The government has a landscaped garden there called Millenium Park where you could rest a bit. Dalhousie Square, which is at the Calcutta side of the river, has an array of majestic buildings from the British rule which gives a very European flavour. The buildings are worth walking around to get a bit of late nineteenth century magic. You also get to see the Howrah Bridge which is the biggest landmark of Kolkata.





5. Best Place to feel scholarly: Calcutta is a city which is often associated with art, creativity, higher learning, scholars and there is no better place than College Street or Boi Para ('book street') to get a sense of this. It is called 'boi para' after the line of tiny book shops here where you can get every conceivable book including some very rare editions.





In this stretch you will find one of India's most famous colleges, my Alma mater, Presidency College. This 185 yr old college has been home to many of India's Nobel Winners, academicians, journalists, writers, film personalities...the list goes on.




The Calcutta University and the Medical College are close by. As is India's oldest management school and another Alma mater of mine, IISWBM. You would find the famous Indian Coffee House here. Many a famous literary and political debates would happen here over endless cups of black coffee and under creaking ceiling fans. Another area which is a prime prospect for heritage walks but unfortunately doesn't have any.

6. Best Place to get a flavour of the Indian Independence Movement: Netaji's House near the Forum Mall is the house of Bengal's most famous freedom fighter, Subhash Chandra Bose. He is the biggest icon in Bengal with airports, roads named after him and there exists a political party too which reveres him. You get to see some his personal belongings, his bed, his marble dinner plates, the car in which he escaped, his journals...again marred by poor labelling but still a spine tingling experience.



7. Where & what to eat? Calcutta is the food capital of India. At least we Bengalis believe so. This will therefore be a longish section.

  • Street food: phuchka (hollow semolina balls stuffed with mashed potato, hot spices and tamarind water) at Lindsay Street behind New Empire Cinema or Dakshinapan or anywhere else in Calcutta. Not advised to unacclimatised European or American stomachs as they are not very hygienic.


Rolls (deep fried flower crepes/ wraps stuffed with kebabs or layered with eggs and flavoured with onion and lime). This should be OK as it is cooked in front of you. My picks for rolls would be Badshah at New Market, Hot Kathi Roll (not Kusum) at Park Street or any Bedwin outlet.




  • Continental: Mocambo at Park Street for fish a la diana (betki stuffed with prawns served in tartare sauce) and devilled crabs



  • Bakes & cakes: Here I'll go for Flury's which was started by a Swiss family five generations back. Cookie Jar is a popular place to but the stuff at Flury's is slightly more rustic, tastier and different. The main shop is at Park Street but they have opened franchise outlets at various places now.

  • Bengali Food: While Calcutta has an Oh Calcutta my pick would be for Kewpies which is a restaurant in a house at Bhowanipore outside a mall called Forum. It has maintained a look of an old Bengali landlord's house (Raajbaari) and gives a very quaint feeling. The food is damn good too. Go for the thalis or set meals which give you a sample of various dishes. The kosha mangsho (reduced mutton gravy) is a must have with fluffy luchis (Bengali flour based bread). The prices are quite reasonable and are a lot cheaper than Oh Calcutta in Bombay.



  • Tea: the best place to have tea is without doubt Dolly's Tea Shop at Dakshinapan. This is a shop run by a lady called Dolly and her able female staff. They have a lovely range of hot teas and the most refreshing and orginal ice teas. Kainaz makes it a point to go there as often as possible during our trips. It is a tiny place with 3 to 4 tables and a few more tastefully strewn tea boxes and stools to sit. The prices are ridiculously cheap with no ice tea costing more than one USD or Rs 45. Most are less. Just remember to go easy on the teas though as there are no decent toilets there. They also serve simple and lovely sandwiches. You can buy teas to take home from here. An advantage here is that it is located at Dashinapan at Dhakuria which has a collection of handicraft shops from various states of India. The staff in these government run shops don't look very happy if you want buy anything but you get a great range of stuff from all over India at one place at fixed prices.




  • Food street: Undoubtedly Park Street. Get off at the Park Street Metro (Subway station) and take your pick from (in order of location) the rolls at Hot Kati roll, the confectioneries and bakes at Flurys, the lovely continental fare at the dark, Oriental Express like Mocambo, have some great Chinese fare at Barbecue or Tung Fung or arguably the best biryani in Calcutta at Shiraz which is at end of Park Street. On the way you will cross the Park Hotel with its popular discos and pubs -Tantra and Someplace else, my brother's college St Xavier's College (don't expect a Presidencian to wax eloquent about it but I must admit that it is right up there with the best in the country). A big citizen's protest movement was on last time we were at Calcutta about the mysterious death of one of its student, Rizwanur Rehman, which had the set the entire country talking.




Some other land marks are the Hobby Centre (the first place to serve burgers in Calcutta) and a couple of auction houses for lovely antiques and the rather seed but popular Oly Pub famous for cheap beer, steaks and scurrying rats. Park Street is the equivalent of the Colaba Causeway of Bombay, the high street of Calcutta

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8. Best place to glimpse the wonders of the river: go to any fish market and see the mazing range of fish - rohu, eelish, pabda, parshe, prawns - the list goes on. Unlike the markets in Bombay here fish is sold by the kilo and not by piece and it is sold by men and not women. This shot is from the Bansdroni market near my home in South Calcutta. I picked some fish from the man and got it home. I discovered that the fish had rotted by the time I opened it at Bombay!




9. Best way to travel: Kolkata has myriad ways of travelling which are inexpensive and politely put, adventurous and interesting. You have the hand pulled rickshaws made famous in Dominique Lapierre's City of Joy, though frankly I feel squealish at another human being pulling me.


You would have over crowded public buses. There are the Ambassador taxis which are look like the quaint cars of the sixites but have creaky seats, churlish drivers, and smelly tapestry.



My favourite is the Metro or the Subway which is clean, cool, fast and is the best way to cross the city distances. Another lovely experience are India's last remaining trams. These eco friendly, electric carts trundle around like lazy elephants and are a good pick if you are not in a hurry.



10. Best gift to take for the folks back home: undoubtedly sweets or 'mishti'. Kolkata is famous for its sweets shops which dot every nook and corner of the city. Sweets are very cheap at an average price of Rd 5 per piece. These milk and cottage cheese based wonders are famous all over India. According to Chitrita Banerjee's 'Eating India' they owe their existence to the Portuguese who ruled India for a short while. Just make sure to carry them properly as they get spoilt if not consumed in 2-3 days. The hard 'kora pak' sandesh's are the most hardy of the lot. You can also get canned rassogollas if you are not flying out. They stay longer but are more expensive. The most famous sweet shops are Putiram, Bhim Nag, Ganguram, K C Das, Banccharam, Mouchak. You can't go wrong with these. I buy my stuff from Sandesh Mahal which is outside my house at Bansdroni.




So there you have, a flavour of my Calcutta, Kolkata, whatever.

A city which is mad, noisy, smelly, dirty, sweaty, lazy, grouchy, nosy, short tempered, exasperating and yet vibrant, colourful, tasty, fragrant, multi cultural, vivacious, warm, passionate, fiesty, memorable, caring, liberal, creative, hosputable, unique and very very lovable!

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