• Crusty Cairo!

     

     

    Steeped in tradition and blessed in bounty, Egypt’s capital city has the Gods smiling down at it with wonderful sunshine, the blue-est of blue skies, golden sandstone, a mile-wide perennial river, bountiful produce, alarmingly friendly people and a history that would even humble the Gods. With the great Sahara desert only just a stone’s throw away, the city of Cairo is embalmed with a creamy layer of dust making a sepia tone out of the urban landscape. Its warm and crusty during the day, like a piece of toast and casts a spell under the twinkling sky at night. A city of storybooks, it’s one of those places we all have a foreboding about, from the merchants of Cairo or the bazaars of Cairo, stories of the place and the people have traveled vastly across the world. And when visited Cairo does nothing short of making a warm and wonderful impression. In my head, Cairo seemed to be all about the white turbaned, long cloak wearing people, their smiles weathered and eyes twinkling. Good-natured as well, with wit to keep one entertained, the pseudo-descendents of the ancient Egyptians are well aware of their blessings and predicaments. Cautioned to dress conservatively and repeatedly warned of the unrest the country has witnessed in the last couple of years, my adventurous spirit remained quite intrigued to visiting the city of the Great Pyramids of Giza!

    Landing in Cairo, we were welcomed by the swanky new-age terminal, I never seem to complain of globalisation when I need to visit a washroom, the globalised standards of cleanliness and french-fries available everywhere are quite a blessing! Seriously sometimes I thank my stars for America! (:D) Hopping onto our ride, we began to make our way to our temporary residence along the River Nile. As a teeming metropolis, Cairo has its own share of traffic issues, the snarls though are nothing compared to Bangalore (!) but driving at a snail’s pace, getting on the 16th of October bridge, the longest flyover in Cairo gave me enough time to take in the expanse of the city and the changing buildings as we drove by. If I thought naming the flyover by the date was something, the naming of a city by a date was even more surprising. The 16th of October city, close to Cairo was established to celebrate a war that Egypt won in the past. The flyover extends from the center of the city to the Great Pyramids of Giza. Our hotel, at the end of the bridge overlooked the Nile River and it’s Gezeira Island, home to the area of Zamalek, also known as little Manhattan! Egypt, is often called the blessing of the Nile, and quite well so. The only one of it’s kind, it flows from the South to the North, another instance of what a wonderful world we live in. Watching the River flow, I thought of how incredible the world really is. As we made our way to Zamalek, the sheer modernity of Cairo is truly endearing. As the most popular area of Cairo, Zamalek is filled with eateries, patisseries, a demonstration of modern Egyptians love for the french and more-so European culture. A night by the Left-bank, doling out amazing Italian food (btw pizza is amazing to cure absolutely everything, traces of jet-lag included!), feeling the coolness of the Nile, we took in the awesome location and what our Egyptian friend Shady was briefing us about the history of Egypt. His Indian wife Rashmi, chirped in her views of coming and living in a country that is so gorgeous, a culturally a lot like India. Knowing the vastness and diversity of India, I guess we could relate to every culture in the world and find some Indianness in it all! After an evening in the little Manhattan, Zamalek is just like the island of New York, full of cars, good food and an ever-energetic vibe. However ever grateful to our wonderful hosts, we couldn’t wait to get started on raiding tombs, alarming the locals and putting on an armour of adventure!

    The very first stop in Cairo simply has to be the Pyramids, the wonderful wonder of the world, built roughly 5000 years ago, as a tomb quite evidently but how we have never been able to go figure! The drive up to Giza seems long and setting out on a cheery Sunday meant we had to dodge quite a bit of the peak hour traffic. Well-preserved and organised, the pyramids of Giza were built by the Egyptian emperor Cheops and his following royals. From what we can surmise, the pyramids were built of that shape to commemorate the shape of the Sun’s rays. The Sun was the most revered aspect of the ancient Egyptians, who prayed to the life-giving force with the greatest of gusto and pride. The Egyptian sun-God known as Amun-Ra was prayed to and feared all at once. As the sun set, it was believed that it died every single day, went through a process of judgement, rebirth and was born after 12 hours as a brand new sun. Its path and sighting was unknown, but the ancient Egyptians gathered that man too died to be reborn as bright as the sun. After death, man would take a journey where his goodness was judged through the lightness of his heart and then reborn again. The body was believed to be needed on this journey and hence they invented the process of Mummification. Before preserving the body as a Mummy, all the vital organs would be removed and preserved in jars, except for the heart. It was believed in the death journey, the heart would be weighed against the feather of Maat or truth, and if lighter the man was a good person and would be rewarded before being reborn. And as man would require his body, it was embalmed and mummified, preserved along with food, ornaments that one could use in the after-life. Though ancient Egyptians loved life, they were fearful of death and the pain after crossing over. As tombs the pyramids mimicking the shape of the sun they felt would help them appease the Gods’ on their meeting after death. Most of the architectural monuments in the world tend to be tombs or mausoleums or temples, showing how fear of the unknown can cause man to build wonders. Fear is quite a driver for achievement!

    Walking on the Giza plateau, approaching the pyramids, I was struck by their beauty. Like all beauty it’s hard to explain but to put it bluntly, the pyramids are perfect in proportion, scale and material. The guide spoke about how the pyramid was right in the centre of the landmass of the world and how great the ancient Egyptians truly were. Camels and horses are great companions to trudge from one pyramid to the other and more-so the Sphinx. Waiting for the Great one, or the pyramid of Cheops to open up after an hour long lunch and prayer session, we surveyed around the area and I obliged a couple of young Egyptian girls to a couple of pictures. Them in their cute wraps and easy smiles and me with my touristy shades and pearl tales! Entering the Pyramids though needs a brave heart! Knowing the pyramid’s section and plan by-heart, thanks to the lessons in the history of architecture, I walked through the tiny claustrophobic passageway with much ease. The passageway opens out to a room, which once was a tomb of the King Cheops. With no ventilation for light or air, I was surprised how the coffin and the goods would have made their way into the tomb. The huge size of stone is evident with all it’s joinery details along the passageway. Climbing over the pyramids I wondered at the ingenuity of the builders of that time. A truly monumental achievement, that truly deserved to be called a wonder of the world. No one has yet been able to scrutinise as to how the ancient Egyptians did it. Feeling the coupled effect of the bright sun and the cool breeze on my cheeks, I felt truly happy to take in the wonderfully feel-good feeling rendered by this piece of architecture. That feeling is a true measure of something well-done. Looking up at the pyramids I deduced how the true purpose of life is probably to simply enjoy, to feel good, a leisurely approach to hard work. Like my favorite author Donna Tartt says, if you’re not enjoying something, you’re probably doing it too fast. To capture and hold on to that feeling of goodness, is probably the only calling of life. Like the feel-good feeling of writing this post, or building a wall, or the cooling waters of the pool, or simply doing nothing. As a connoisseur of life to enjoy its various lengths and widths. As I took an elective in college called art-appreciation, maybe my calling is life-appreciation(!) to truly life in appreciation and enjoy things, as against making them. What would be more thrilling? To enjoy experiencing the pyramids or to build them? We do not know the names of the builders, just as we do not know those who experience it, as obscure entities they all fade away in time. Do we then seek to create or enjoy? Beautiful places, I tell you, tell you things and that’s why they say travel helps you find yourself! Finding my life’s purpose as that of being an appreciator, a calling of enjoyment and a life of leisure, I skipped happily down the huge blocks of stones of the pyramids and smiled at the mighty Amun-Ra who may have just helped me find myself! When you do throw yourself at life, living with gusto, it is by itself meditative and gratifying. Leisure in the mind is the perfect recipe for a breezy life.

    With such happy thoughts, I met up with my dear husband, lost in his own thoughts at the base of the pyramids, motioned me to hurry up for we have a lot of world to still see! If the pyramids were starring the Egyptian museum was startling!! To see all the bodies of the mummies, in temperature and humidity controlling cases, was quite creepy. What are we all, just a bag of bones, that too easily bio-degradable! The museum boasts of tomes of ancient artifacts, my favourite and everyone’s favourite one being the 11 kg golden mask of the King Tutakhamun. It was his tomb that was found by Howard Carter in the recent times in the Valley of Kings. The obelisks, the stone carvings, not not as fine as the European counterparts evoke a feeling of awe, mainly because of how advanced they were in terms of time. The Egyptian museum is a treasure trove for any history addict, but as hardly history enthusiasts we tried connecting the dots and moving on to modern times as we made our way to the Tahrir Square. The celebrated square was the centre of the Egyptian revolution in 2011. I remembered seeing it on television as hundred of Egyptian men and women called for the resignation of President Mubarak. Spotting a KFC in the square, the guide said that America funded the demonstration and all the striking people were served piping KFC chicken for free! Hearsay I tell you! America would never do such a thing!! Just as I nay-sayed all the allegations we heard the prayer calls emanating from the speaker system. As an Islamic republic, Egypt ensures that all it’s citizens follow the four pillars of Islam, calling out for prayer five times a day. Our guide politely excused himself to go pray. Stay here, dont move he said, I will be back in 7 minutes! Wow. A date with God.

    Punctuated by prayer and peppered with thoughts of revolution, the Khan-el-khalili bazaar is dotted by shops with merchants selling local and exotic goods with equal elan. The cafes and chai places in the bazaar were home to several revolutionary and path-breaking ideas that has shaped modern Egypt. Deeply immersed in the literary masterpiece titled the Cairo Trilogy, I was more than happy to go visit the El Fishawy cafe where the likes of the Nobel Prize winning Naguib Mahfouz, the author of the Cairo Trilogy would hang out with other geniuses of his time. The historical quotient of the cafe is not questionable in the least. Furnished with antique mirrors and gloriously quaint furniture, the cafe cooled by the narrow streets of the bazaar makes for delicious strawberry juice apart from the predictable Egyptian chai, Turkish coffee and Hookah! As a largely prudent dame, I stuck with the divine strawberry juice watching my companions choke up their lungs or up the caffeine quotient. Charged for some more shopping, the bazaar enthralls the random visitor to wares of copper and alabaster lamps, mosaic lamps, fine silver jewelry, the attar fragrances, named after Cleopatra, the Valley of Kings or other historical contexts. A wide variety of veils, some highly fashionable while others largely forgettable dot the alleys of the bazaar. The Egyptian bread, baked in gas or coal ovens are typically ballooned dough eaten with dollops of hummus, babaghanoush, cheese, olives and the other fritters that only emphasize on the freshness of fruits and vegetables available in Cairo. Though not a great fan of salads, the crunchy veggies packed in color won me over in no time. To experience the perfect cold mezze, Sequoia is a wonderful stop. Introduced to the perfect mezze and Umm Ali, by Mostafa, a hearty Egyptian and a wonderful friend of  the Devar!

    Mostafa displayed the famous Egyptian hospitality as he regaled us with stories and ordered practically everything on the menu. One of the best dinners ever, and Sequoia on the Left bank of the Nile in Zamalek played the perfect setting. A must do for anyone visiting Cairo. Just as is a quick walk through the Mariott hotel and the Cairo Dinner Cruise. While the Mariott hotel stuns the average visitor with gorgeous Egyptian architecture fraught with intricate detailing, it also does go the extra mile with it’s hot chocolate cart serving up the delicious beverage to suit any fancy be it flavored with cinnamon, hazelnut or chilli! All with accompaniments of choco-chip, brownie, fudge sauce and what not. The Dinner cruise on the other hand is a black tie-event. As we walked up the slip way, we made acquaintance with a friendly face. A petite girl of similar age and a sophisticated smile struck a conversation. After exchanging notes of how similar we looked like we came for the same part of the world, specifically Andhra Pradesh in India and excitement over the wonderful city, she introduced herself as a staff at the Indian Embassy. Though bowled by her smart aura, I was awed when she parted by handing out her card, imploring to stay it touch. Third Secretary to the Ambassador of India it read, one of India’s premier Foreign Service Officers, I was so glad that our country was being represented by such able and striking officers. A beauty with brains, just like India! The wonderful evening spent in collaboration with gorgeous weather and a sparkling city, the river dinner cruise, Maxim is a must do for the visitors. Though crusty and rusty by day the city of Cairo comes alive in the night with sparkly lights and a cool reflective river. Could not imagine the River once caused worry with it’s flooding nature, long before the Aswan Dam was built.

    Though one spends much time at one of the World’s wondrous site, the magnificent Pyramids, the famous Khan-el-khalili bazaar and the glitzy Riverside, there is one other side to Cairo that may be lesser known but is equally, if not more charming – old Cairo  as it’s called. The older part of the city is inundated with mosques, churches and demonstrates what an important part religion played in shaping the city at the confluence of Islam and Christianity. The Abrahamic religions comprising majorly of Christianity, Islam and Judaism has its influence in Cairo. Whether it is the Fortress of Babylon, the Hanging Church, the Coptic Museum, the Jewish Synagogue of Ben Ezra or the Mohamad Ali mosque made of stunning alabaster. Legend has it that Jesus along with Mary took refuge in the Fortress of Babylon, during the Roman persecution. While the Mohamad Ali mosque, designed by architect Yousif Boushnaq from Turkey was commissioned by the then great ruler of Egypt, Mohammad Ali. One story goes that his Mom concocted the very delicious milk-based pudding now fondly referred to as Umm Ali, literally translating to the mother-of-Ali. The city is a minor enchantment of what Egypt has to offer and as it stuns it enthralls with a glorious past. The present seems highly disillusioned, with war and strife running through the city. The years of struggle have taken their toll on the city with squatter-settlements and un-sanctioned buildings coming up haphazardly contributing to massive urban sprawl. The people build, plastering and painting only the interiors, leaving unfinished brick walls on the outside, supposing to complete them when they make enough money. The roof-tops are filled with junk household items visible to the passer-bys from the multitude of highways. This is the other side of Cairo very stark and different from the glitzy new Giza and Modern Cairo. What they lack in economy they make up in food and spirit. The Eqyptians walk with elan, display abundant affection and share a joke or two with ever-twinkling eyes. The women dress in fabulous head-dresses and though extremely modest allow a display of gorgeous hand accessories and heavily made-up eyes that are mostly light.

    As I leave you all with an ultra-long post that I could not bring myself to compress, besides having a lot to say, clearly being super-overwhelmed, about the city that boasts of a rock solid past on one side and a crumbling present on the other. Here’s a melody that continued to play on my head all through by days in the gift of the Nile!

    Walk like an egyptian!

  • Purdy at thirty!

    What wonder it is

    In the world we live

    So much of bliss

    Much more to give

    Songs and sonnets

    And a lovely bonnet

    The beauty there is

    With joy abliss

    In the last of twenties

    We bury our effendies

    Our beliefs are clear

    As we begin to endear

    Charm and endure

    With kind allure

    For while we sieve

    memories that steer

    There’s nothing to fear

    No matter the jeer

    Wisdom with age

    Comes with grace

    Celebrating the moment

    Is quite the slogan

    For the lures of gratitude

    Must be the attitude 

    As there are miles to go

    And clockwork to store

    The grass to mow

    And things to ignore

    Blessed are the rings

    With a thickened skin

    For they are the kings

    With tonic and Jiin’s

    And blessed are those

    The hearts of whose fill

    With family that never ends

    And happy and jolly friends

    Finding ones rhythm

    In all the adventurism

    Skipping stones and rocks 

    Joyful as a chatterbox

    Chirping light-hearted 

    Laughing up a riot

    The calling is up clear 

    It is to bounce and tigger

    To stir up a storm

    Or the world to roam

    Build a monument

    Or thrive on movement 

    Prancing along for 

    Wide and long

    Being very sure

    Prim and proper

    Knowing fully well

    That no matter the bell

    Humour is the armour

    We hold in the larder

    The smiles that come

    With battles that are won

    The lightness of being

    Comes from believing

    In giving and receiving

    And most of all forgiving

    The slights and mights

    Drawn in many a lights

    For the goodness of man

    That many a poet sang

    Ties up the ends

    To every ear that lends

    And calls for one

    To let the tears run

    Of happiness and the sun

    That many a times gun

    All the doubts and affronts

    They take their final bows

    Understanding that love

    And worshipping the cow

    Is all we May need

    To be utterly freed

    Knowing and caring

    And all the more mirthy

    Purdy though nerdy

    Wordy and earthy

    At the turn of thirty!

  • The Rashtrapathi’s House

    A visit to the Rashtrapathi Bhavan is not for the faint-hearted. First of all claiming a pass online is a daunting task in itself, the president of India website makes it a tad easy, but the number of questions they ask and the slots that show up make a visit to Vaisho Devi seem much less complicated! No phone, no computers, no beedis, no flowers, no selfie sticks (yes, thats appropriate), no chocolate (no really!), and with a long list of nos we are welcomed into what would be the largest, grandest, most gorgeous residence in India that is laced with history. Taking all the warnings seriously, the Husband and I left all our belongings, gifts and flowers (we wanted to bring for the President) and turned up at the Rajpath empty handed on a beautiful February morning. February is the second best month for visiting Delhi, October being the first, when the city lights up and bursts into a wondrous delight during Diwali! As we hiked up the Raisina Hill we could feel dozens of eyes watching our every move. May not apply to the rest of India, but the Raisina hill is really on guard!

    Studying the making of the Hill, the North and South Blocks by Herbert Baker, the Rashtrapathi Bhavan, its Mughal Gardens and the precincts of Lutyens Delhi by Lutyens himself, in my 5 years of architecture school I began reciting all the facts I could muster to the husband (who kept a firm eye on the guards, saftety first!). If not for the intimidating nature of the armed personnel, the scale, proportion and light of the North and South Blocks, standing tall and strong is largely fanciful with all its glory in sandstone. The material, a favorite of the Mughals and largely available across North India is used very well all across the extents of Lutyens Delhi. It is combined with frail wrought-iron and manicured greenery. The Rashtrapathi Bhavan, originally designed as the Viceroy’s house by Architect Sir Edwin Lutyens is home to the President of India and his staff. It hosts various state dignitaries (of comparatively poorer nations, I am told, the richer nations make their own accommodations!) and boasts of the extremely well-curated, the Mughal Gardens.

    Built in the Delhi Order, the architectural style is a mix of the classical order with elements from the architecture witnessed in the Indian sub-continent. The design envisaged in 1912, displays capitals with a band of vertical ridges, and has uniquely to its own, bells hanging at each corner replacing the original Greek or Roman volutes. The bells were in stone so they could never sound the fall of the British Empire! Lutyens Delhi and the Rashtrapathi Bhavan are definitely the architect’s masterpieces for the largely residential, villa-building architect from England. He worked on this project for 20 years. His only other claim to fame is his relation with the Viceroy. Lutyens father-in-law was Viceroy Lytton! However one drive around the central part of Delhi with its unique hexagonal road layout seals any strand of doubt. It is beautiful and very well-done. At the President’s house though Lutyens employs a grand sense of scale at every level. Thoughtfully laying out several entries into the building, wooden pavers for the arrival of horse-carriageways, allowing for guests to alight amidst the arrival courts, wooden pavers to muffle the sound of moving vehicles, the building is intelligent in not just scale and proportion, but also in it’s material application and thorough details.

    What the building lacks in finery and riches of the traditional sense, it makes up in its structure and proportion. After walking through the Durbar Hall, whose flooring line divides Delhi into North and South, where official ceremonies are held, the Grand Ball room with its fine carpet and heavily worked on ceiling, the 1000 headed Buddha, all mostly gifts, the residence is also adorned by archaeological relics unearthed in the  country, one is guided out into an internal court of beautiful stairways where the a marble bust of the architect is placed. Architect of the building, Sir Edwin Lutyens it says. What pride for an architect to not just design a marvelous structure, be not just acknowledged or awarded for it, but have a figurine that claims the intellectual rights! Inspired by that rare display of adjudication, I felt thrilled, honored and privileged to be an architect, who could contribute in building literally, the world!

    Architecture that inspires is the best architecture of them all, just like art. Wanting to build beautiful buildings, Lutyens spread the love for beauty, that is indeed a joy forever through his winning work.

    Here’s an anecdote featuring the man himself:

    When Lutyens left Rashtrapati Bhavan for the last time, he wiped the stone with his handkerchief and kissed it. He said leaving the house felt like giving away his daughter in marriage.

  • As I am drowned in CAD on this World Poetry day, here’s my favorite poem for your reading. It is by T.S Eliot and I recommend reading it aloud!

    Macavity’s a Mystery Cat: he’s called the Hidden Paw—
    For he’s the master criminal who can defy the Law.
    He’s the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad’s despair:
    For when they reach the scene of crime—Macavity’s not there!

    Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,
    He’s broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
    His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
    And when you reach the scene of crime—Macavity’s not there!
    You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air—
    But I tell you once and once again, Macavity’s not there!

    Macavity’s a ginger cat, he’s very tall and thin;
    You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in.
    His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly domed;
    His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.
    He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake;
    And when you think he’s half asleep, he’s always wide awake.

    Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,
    For he’s a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
    You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square—
    But when a crime’s discovered, then Macavity’s not there!

    He’s outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.)
    And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard’s
    And when the larder’s looted, or the jewel-case is rifled,
    Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke’s been stifled,
    Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair
    Ay, there’s the wonder of the thing! Macavity’s not there!

    And when the Foreign Office find a Treaty’s gone astray,
    Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way,
    There may be a scrap of paper in the hall or on the stair—
    But it’s useless to investigate—Macavity’s not there!
    And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:
    It must have been Macavity!’—but he’s a mile away.
    You’ll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumb;
    Or engaged in doing complicated long division sums.

    Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,
    There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.
    He always has an alibi, and one or two to spare:
    At whatever time the deed took place—MACAVITY WASN’T THERE !
    And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
    (I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)
    Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time
    Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!

  • After one school-trip, 5 years of living, and numerous other visits back and forth to India’s capital city I was finally doused by some salubrious dose of the city’s most famous phenomenon – the Delhi Belly! What two-hundred delicacies served up in a fabulous punjabi delhi wedding, aloo-chaat from Connaught place, double-chocolate decadence from Big Chill, palak-chaat from Greater Kailash’s quaint markets, home-cooked kulchas and chole couldn’t do, the more recently added to Delhi’s menu, the Tandoori Momos did and how! For all those Delhi-lovers and visitors to the capital city, it’s something to experience at least once in a lifetime, and provided you live through it, once is more than enough!

     Double Decadance Chocolate Cake (Medium)

    A haven for food the city never disappoints on the varied offerings it has for the average foodie. Not really blessed with a sweet tooth, I even prefer my chocolate super dark, the Uganda mix kind. So undoubtedly my favorite memory of food is and will always be the Double Chocolate Decadence from Big Chill in Khan Market, specifically. Its an ode to life! The other favorite food memory coming up rather close is Dilli’s famous Aloo Chaat. What awesomeness, and what a delight. Though it may take the intestines a while more before they can make peace, and the belly a little more cajoling to get over the atrocities, the lungs a bit more wooing with Bengaluru’s cleaner air, Delhi’s food memories are remarkable and exciting all the same. Phew!

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    Its not just the end of another year, for me its the coming to close of three decades of living on this fragile, ever-changing, dynamo of a planet! The big 30 as they say, when you finally run out of excuses and have to well, grow up! With a good quarter left before the turn of events. I find this a rather good time to lament and wrap up the lists of the decade. The shoulds, the coulds and the woulds as I would call them! Here are my learning’s from my humble existence on the planet, after all we are nothing but space dust! =)

    The Shoulds

    1. Laugh. No not just smile, but at the cost of appearing like a lunatic, laugh.
    2. Be carefree. We aren’t matter, we’re energy, a bunch of waves.
    3. Sing. Even if you flatter yourself croaking like a frog.
    4. Dance. Yes in the living room, in the bathroom(if you slip, fall, get-up, repeat), on the dance floor, in Zumba class.
    5. Move. 10000 steps a day I am told, the more the merrier.
    6. Let go. Of clutter, of memories, of obsessing over the future.
    7. Draw. However much, whatever it is, line drawings, pencil sketches, ink or watercolor.
    8. Pump the adrenaline. Take that risk, jump off a building, a plane.
    9. Work. Do your part in contributing to the world through food, clothes or shelter.
    10. Have a goal. Steer the mast of your boat, catch the wind in your hair and sails.

    The Coulds

    1. Eat cake for breakfast. Provided you ran 10 km before that and ate salad for dinner.
    2. Travel the world. Provided you finished the US first and plan the rest of the world later.
    3. Read a book a week. It could be a booklet too, just teleport into another world.
    4. Engage a partner-in-crime. You could not climb the Mount Everest alone. Period.
    5. Dress to impress. It could get you in the papers or simply noticed for what you said.
    6. Practice coloring. Becoming smarter could be a worthy life-skill.
    7. Follow your dreams. It could get you killed but heck you’d die anyway.
    8. Forgive. Yourself. It could lighten your load.
    9. Don’t get mad. You could get even though.
    10. Write your horoscopes. It could get you to finally believe in miracles.

    The Woulds

    1. Where there is a will, there is a way. Where there is a would, there is a would-be.
    2. Every action has an unequal and disproportionate reaction. All the coulds are followed by the woulds.
    3. In the house-court. All that you said would be used against you at the most inconvenient time.
    4. Fire, like gossip, spreads. By lighting yourself up you would be lighting up the world.
    5. Its all personal. Everything. There is no would be.
    6. Hear the tone. Would you please do would mean just do.
    7. Know when to shut up. You would save yourself a great deal of heartbreak.
    8. Live for once. And then once would be more than enough.
    9. Be a rockstar. You would be living your dream.
    10. Be a sportstar. Then you would be living the planetary predictions.

    Most importantly, ah be fun and funny, delirious and high on life. Here’s a toast to the living. Merry everything and Happy always, like they say! Happy 2017 peeps.

    On a serious note. Here’s wisdom from Tolkien. Who’s books are on the reading list in the upcoming year. LOTR!

    All that is gold does not glitter,

    Not all those who wander are lost;

    The old that is strong does not wither,

    Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

    From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

    A light from the shadows shall spring;

    Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

    The crownless again shall be king!

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    With charming walls telling even more endearing stories the near-perfect illustrations of the Smoke House Deli food chain, with all its i’s dotted and t’s crossed does more than dish out glorious food. The place is enlivening, amusing and entertaining all at once. All walls with hand-drawn illustrations, each distinct and each beautiful in pen and ink remind one of the preppy childhood days of endless wonder. Tweaked to fit the local bill, the cozy restaurants in Bangalore, Delhi or Mumbai, offer delightful backdrops for easy conversations, happy tummies and satiated minds. First in Delhi, then in Mumbai and now in Bangalore I was enthralled by the finesse in design and the blissful vibes the Deli offers all at once. Its one of those well-made happy places, and food may well have a greater contribution to the atmosphere than we could imagine. In Delhi the Crepe was lovely, in Mumbai the risotto was winning while in Bangalore the Gnocchi was enchanting. Good design inspires, and in beautiful spaces there is joy forever. With a pleasing design the place is intelligence personified. The designers at BUSRIDE (whose principal designer doubles as the head peon) first ideated the décor concept while the Turmeric Design Studio has just done the Haus Khas deli in Delhi. A must-have experience for them design junkies!

    p.s The flourless chocolate cake may well be to die for.

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    When Kipling crafted the affable character of Mowgli, he modeled the locale of the Jungle Book on the pretty Kanha National park in the heart of India. The state of Madhya Pradesh is home to the Kanha National Park or the Kanha Tiger Reserve that is roughly over 520 sq kilometers in core zone area with an additional 1000 sq km as buffer zone to the core area. The reserve is home to roughly 110 tigers and besides offers a gorgeous setting for other lesser pursued flora and fauna. The reserve is mostly made of salwood trees growing long and lean with broad leaves, my favorite Labernum, the vine(y) Banyans, from which Mowgli swings and other local specie. The beautiful forest that once inspired Rudyard Kipling to concoct the Jungle Book is still as glorious as ever, well maintained by the Park officials over time. Apart from the man-cub Mowgli, the Jungle Book introduces us to varied other characters with their own eccentricities and idiosyncrasies, each as different as can be from the other. Together they form a microcosm of the world as it is and highlights a plot where like in every story the good wins over the evil. On a mission to relive the childhood Jungle Book days, ones where we religiously tuned into the government run Doordarshan channel and watched Mowgli, Bagheera, Akira, Ka and the unforgettable Balu fight the evil Sher Khan. The only difference being, we literally pursued, hoping to get a glimpse of a Sher Khan or the Indian national animal the Tiger!

    Venturing into the forest in the early morning hours with a group of wildlife enthusiasts means that we were kept abreast wholly about the inner workings of the forest. From firelines to the names of trees and birds sighted the government induced guide and our fellow naturalists brought to the front wonderful nature knowledge to our notice. The Park is divided into zones accessible from different gates. The Kanha Gate is the most popular while the Mukki Gate is the least. But once in the park there is no knowing of which route the Tiger decides to grace. No more tracked down by Mahouts, the sighting of Tigers has gotten unpredictable at it’s best. Besides tigers are rather solitary creatures and like cats, they simply cannot be coaxed into doing something they would rather not. That said, after almost two hours of our scheduled 5 hour safari time we were elated to spot a lessor known tiger, approximated by it’s build to be roughly 5 years old. And unlike Sher khan this creature with a shiny coat looked as magnificent as ever. Quite a bit of the show-off the tiger sat amidst the jeep tracks checking us out, just as we clicked away incessantly. As I marveled at the orange and brown stripes, unique to each tiger, the guide watched carefully, instructing less movement and low decibel volume continuously, lest we be attacked. But looking into the vastly contended eyes of Mr T, I was pretty sure he had his fill for the week!

    Excited and pleased to have survived the safari and spotting a tiger, we set out again to appreciate the salwoods, the very many birds and other fauna, mainly the Barasingha deer that is only found in Kanha. With thriving deer population, the tigers at Kanha do have plenty to eat apart from the gorgeous surroundings they enjoy. Switching off the mobile phones in mandatory in Kanha as the radiation caused the death of many a bird-specie. The feathery creatures are supposedly not immune to the radiation and I sure wish we fare better off! Sleeping owls, foxes, kingfishers, tailor birds, mynas, and a whole lot of other ornithographer delights later one drives out of Kanha very refreshed and delighted. When the great architect Frank Llyod Wright said, “I do believe in God, I only call it nature”, he did know a thing or two about God. Kanha hosts a great many number of resorts and lodges, staying in a tent, wearing the safari hat with binoculars in tow, ala Shikari Shambu may be a great idea!

    p.s as a lover of fiction, visiting places that inspire timeless classics is a wonder in itself, sometimes the imagination wins but mostly the reality is truly inspiring. (ala Bath for Pride and Prejudice, Atlanta for Gone with the Wind, Baker Street for Sherlock Holmes!)

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    We shape our buildings which thereafter shape us, said Churchill. Its a statement that’s truer than ever. The architecture of the Rishi Valley school just does that. Built amidst picturesque hills near Madenapalli in Chittoor district of Andhra Pradesh, the school housing 360 students and a third of support staff sparsely populates its 300 acres land size nurturing and shaping nature-loving individuals since its inception in 1928. Deeply ingrained with the philosophy of J. Krishnamurthy the teachers leave no stone unturned in providing world-class education to the students.

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    In their tryst to promote the influence of natural surrounds, the urban world is kept away. Internet connections, digital cameras are limited while the education promotes syncing with the solar system instead. Ashtachal or the evening quiet reflective time from 6.15 to 6.35, around sunset, dressing in Indian clothes, focusing on creative pursuits rather than competitive sport, smaller classes and living in close proximity to nature are hugely propagated. The campus in exposed brick and quaint spaces is probably the most beautiful part of the school that is largely comprised of trees. The disconnect from the world on a daily basis probably instills a spiritual prowess that prevents one from carrying the world on their shoulders! Living in such close proximity to nature does also bring about a sense of calm. The most beautiful thing about the Rishi Valley School, maybe even surpassing the philosophy of it’s founder J. Krishnamurthi, is the deep-rooted connection it provides to the nature.

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    A lesson or two that every school must take including the proximity to nature is the class on gratitude. As a lesson for life, Gratitude must be the attitude, for if the only prayer you ever said was, “Thank You”, its more than enough am told. Easy smiles and breezy vibes engulf the students of the Rishi Valley school who quite as easily settle into quick contentment. While the lack of ambition and a lack of competitive spirit may be unsettling for one from a convent school, or rather from the mainstream world, it does embody the words of the Gita, that instructs to carry on without having an end in mind, to live for the moment in quiet contentment. As Chesterton declared, “One sees great things from the valley; only small things from the peak!” The location of the Rishi Valley school, figuratively and metaphorically embarks on getting their protege to see great things in life. When questioned on how debilitating such a disconnect from the urban world could be in terms of success, the reflective Director of the school smilingly observes the relative and elusive perception of success.

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    However unconvinced by his reply, I could not agree more on the joy brought by natural surrounds. Not only bringing joy to the weary, it makes one smarter, stronger and more spiritual. Starting with the education system, the green layer is a precept in all our living spaces that is indispensable. Its a note in point where the alternate needs to be made mainstream.

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    And to further elucidate my case in point, here is a lil more reading on the subject..https://michaelhyatt.com/nature-going-outdoors.html

  • Sketching the National Gallery of modern art on the World Architecture Day!

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    As we ponder on how build a better world the first question we need to consider is whether we need to build at all! Green over matter!