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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!

  • The Arthur Ashe stadium is home to the biggest tennis tournament held every year in the United States. The US Open Final is a sight to witness, one with a full-flag salute, fighter-jet salute, a goose-bump inducing musical number, the joy of a full stadium, quirky fun people, classy tennis dressing, cheers and grunts and finally players putting up the best show in the game. The stadium for one is beautifully crafted holding a capacity of over 23,000 people. On a hot muggy day, a lot of us gathered to watch Angelique Kerber play Karolina Pliskova in a nail-biting neck to neck game spanning over a grueling 2 hours. As the ball-pickers run to the players with towels after every rally we could have done with a few towels ourselves!! The stadium supremely well-designed allows for perfect viewing from every angle. And watching a game in the stadium has a charm like no other. It does help when the players themselves are spectacular too!

    In Flushing Meadows, the stadium is in close proximity with the Mets stadium in New York State and it could spell chaos when base-ball and tennis games are held simultaneously. Crowd-control may then well be the most important aspect. But during this year’s US Open, the tough weather was probably the only thing to worry about. The mechanically controlled roof could be opened up or closed to suit the weather conditions, but welcoming the last of the summer days, the players and the audience basked as well as baked in the sunshine. Finals are treated with great respect at the US Open, after all, all the players who have reached the final have won more or less 90% of the games and in that themselves deserve an ovation. The men’s doubles, highly one-sided were taken away by Murray and Soares early on in the day and the stage was set for the women’s singles later in the afternoon. A tidy food court and lots of day cafes keep the spectators fueled for the rest of the day. As Kerber and Pliskova battled leading every point to a deuce and then advantage, Kerber especially prancing around the court taking shots jumping at times or squatting other times, we spectators witnessed new faces in tennis making their mark that very day.

    Always a classy game, the US Open just like Wimbledon marks just another milestone as a Grand-slam in the careers of the sports-persons. A huge fan of Federer, Sharapova and now Kerber, the game she played and the consistency she displayed was inspiring. Losing on the same court last year, she upped her winning streak with a Grand slam title, World no 1, she lifted the trophy with grace. Dressed to win in a cheery pink and a colorful streaked skirt, she said ‘staying in the moment’ helped her win this time round. Possibly what every sportsman vouches for on the field and what every successful person knows is the mantra or the magic hack for life – staying in the moment! With a childhood dream checked off and an audience spellbound, Kerber gave a good game to the tall Pliskova who just defeated Serena Williams to enter the final. An experience like no other watching the US Open is truly memorable, I can only then fathom how amazing it would feel to be on the court playing.


    Places may make people, stadia make sports-stars and sports makes us happy!

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    And some awareness too!

  • Atlanta was where the very dear beverage of Coca-Cola was first concocted by the pharmacist John Pemberton. He made a thick deep brown syrupy version of the drink which he mixed with soda to sell a highly refreshing drink in May of 1886. Today, the drink has made its way all across the globe and is greatly loved by everyone looking for a refreshment and some who even claim it’s useful application as a toilet cleaner!! My childhood pediatrician for one recommended half a bottle of coke for the brother and me to treat stomach upsets! Coke did work as a wonderful medicine for all those troubles! But with a greater taste for mango drinks, (read slice and maaza) and haters of fizz, we never did take to coke but for its medicinal values. Even today, as we indulge in spicy, oily Chinese food, we do love the taste of the American drink on the side. Whether in floats, or neat, Coke was my proverbial arm-candy in all college frat-parties or distinguished office meetings over the years. While I’ve since switched to more a respectful sweet lime soda for arm-candy, though still not a fan of carbonated or sparkling water, I could not resist visiting the Coca-Cola world in downtown Atlanta. After all what is the story behind Pemberton’s invention and a company with an annual revenue of over 45 Billion dollars!


    Jacobs pharmacy was first where the drink was served as a fountain soda, instantly becoming popular in the summer of ’86. The museum documents the journey of the cola from it’s invention by Pemberton, the sale of it’s recipe to the Candler, further it’s distribution to various countries across the globe, documenting the adverts the company brought out over time, the very many different marketing gimmicks it works on, it hosts the safe that carries the secret formula, happily displays scamsters over the years who claimed to know better and finally even encloses a drink hall gleefully giving away coke along with other competitive drinks from other markets. Their confidence on the superiority of coca-cola over the others is quite palpable! Rigged or not, it tends to be the preference of most people. Apart from it’s extensive market presence and its immense popularity, I am a huge patron of most of their advertisements, and after visiting the museum, their artwork for sure! The polar bear, a mascot for the beverage, has had the company scramble to support the cause of saving polar bears. With their budgets and a nobility in intention, they have made more than a brief impact on the cause. The endearing bear did make for a wonderful photo-opportunity! It did look a wee bit emancipated if anything!!


    Though coca-cola is widely criticized for being a cause of obesity apart from a wide range of health issues, one cannot dismiss its virtue as a refreshment! The team’s marketing prowess also functioning as great contributing factor. While am a great patron of junk food, coke and like included, I did wonder if Coca-cola that once began with an intent to boost energy and aid digestion went massively wrong along the years. Portion-control may well be a factor, a little of the pharmaceutical concoction every once in a while would surely not hurt, but in great quantities is definitely a major trouble brewer. Our thoughts play a much greater role in defining the nutrition garnered rather than the scientific quality of food we consume. In the Coca-cola world one cant help but marvel at the great journey of the humble beverage and we absolutely cannot overlook it’s presence in our lives! Binding people, quenching thirst, sometimes purer than water, it is one of those man-made inventions that has reinvented itself over the decades! On other fronts the company definitely deserves commendation for innovating interesting and ingenious ways to stay trendy. The bottle for instance is a product of a design brief that had asked to envisage a bottle that is easy to hold, and easily distinguishable even if broken!

  • Susegad!

    Rubbing off a little of the Goan culture is a must for one in a lifetime. Inducing type-B personality in even the most ambitious figure the tiny Indian state inspires the slow life like no other. Originally a Portuguese colony, the Konkan coastal state never willingly wanted to be a part of India. Happily Portuguese, they reveled in the European way of living, holding Portuguese passports for more than a decade before being forcibly added to the Indian Union post a military invasion!

    Even today the state flaunts its erstwhile glorious err chilled out past wearing its “susegad” mantle with great ease. Susegad is the term in Portuguese meaning to convey the carefree, laid back, contended and relaxed attitude seen, felt and heard in Goa! Translating to Aaram se, take it easy, relax or chill out, its one word that describes what the great art of idleness is all about. But idleness in Goa is not all about swatting flies, who by the way in great numbers are quite a past-time. Getting absorbed in the lush greenery, the blue sea, the even bluer skies, slowing down, breathing and well frolicking about water is all included. While I’d been contemplating about the genius of a relaxed attitude, the clime of the India’s seventh smallest state admeasuring roughly 3700 sq km sealed the deal on the benefits of being relaxed. At a time when unwinding doesn’t come easy, the fresh clean air, the balmy temperatures, the brilliant coastline, and the south-west monsoons bring out the most cheery smiles and relaxing every muscle, ligament or tendon there is!

    While happiness makes for good luck almost always, a relaxed sensibility makes a great company for life. Traditional Goan architecture reflects the relaxed world view with sprawling bungalows offset by large verandahs, sloping tiled roofs and courtyard spaces set in lush green surrounds. Colored in bright hues mostly royal blues and cheery yellows, sometimes jarring purples, elegant peaches or soothing mint, they are all completed with white trimmings. Retrofitting traditional Goan villas into more modern ones, with added amenities and luxury defines Isprava’s properties in the idyllic state. Villa Verde is one such luxury villa capturing the essence of Goa with added luxuries of the day. Incorporating Portuguese and Mediterranean elements, the villa is filled with antiquities sourced from old palaces and mansions. It has a regal aura coupled with an easy breezy effect in all. The colors are charming and calming both in equal measure. Whilst the monsoons raise the sea levels, the Chapora fort offers the best views of the most cool, happy-go-lucky and easy-breezy state!

  • Guest diary #2

    Crossing the bicentenary mark, publishing 200 posts calls for a celebration! And to add cheer to this milestone this post features a jet-setting, smart-working, truly cerebral and quaintly Indian travelista! Mahi Payardha our guest on this occasion has clocked half a decade in Germany, Malaysia and Sweden, sometimes working and mostly having a ball! A proud IITian, graduating from India’s premier engineering institute, she currently tinkers technology at Ericsson. Just out of a long vacation bouncing around Europe with family, we pop her a few questions while she pops the champagne!

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    1. A building that has influenced your life, which, when, where, how and why?
    Dresden Frauenkirche (Church of Our Lady). This magnificent domed Baroque church was destroyed during second world war and several other such buildings, which make the Dresden skyline on the bank of river Elbe.
    This entire stretch of the old town was completely rebuilt with all the details intact. I was amazed at how much can be brought back after being completely destroyed and how no matter how we try it will just not be the same it was when it was originally built. There will always be the taint or left overs of the new artist. This was quiet a learning for me. It has changed me as a person. To know that change and healing is possible. Even rebuilding is possible but there will always be a tiny bit that will remain but as a beautiful scar.

    2. Your most treasured life lesson in a line, one line.
    There are so many. Cannot choose one. Have two
    i. Anything that can be solved with money and time, is not a problem.
    ii. No matter, where we come from, which language we speak, how much money we have, what colour our skin is and how we dress and eat, at the end there are only two kinds of people in the world. Men and women

    3. The bestest country ever, that you have been to and why?
    a. Germany. They have so much history, so many stories, guilt, structure, craziness, rain, snow, sun, sadness, confusion, rules, mountains, plains, rivers, sea, castles, forests, friends and leaders.

    4. What makes you feel beautiful?
    Laughing or smiling and the cold breeze on my face when the sun is shining.

    5. Place, clothes, profession. Which of these maketh a person?
    None of these or all of these, not just a single one of these.

    6. Describe a real place that relaxes you, makes you happy and contended?
    An island next to my house. Sitting on a blanket in the sun, with some snacks and a drink and watching the water hit the tiny beach in a rhythm. This relaxes me, makes me happy and contented.

    7. Your most endearing travel story, in preci, specifically 110 words?
    I was travelling to a small town in Finland called Turku also called åbo in Swedish, for work. Very few Finnish speak English and it turned out to be a lonely and boring trip. The next day at work started off good but then I got really sick. So sick that I could not work any longer and decided to fly back to Stockholm that very evening. I was so distraught that I wasted the company money for nothing, irritated and home sick. On the way to the airport in the taxi, I suddenly burst out laughing and the poor Finnish driver not knowing what got into me asked something and I just said “Tikka Masala”. He tried to communicate more but couldn’t get through to me. What had happened was that I saw on the directions board, that there is a city called “Masala” in Finland.

    Everything suddenly felt so comfortable cause I realized that even if am far far away from home in the middle of nowhere I would for sure find a part of me, my home and my identity all over the world.

  • Moscow Times!

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    Maybe, said Putin when asked whether Russia would go to war against the United States, to Charlie Rose on the prime time show of 60 minutes. Marked by unabashed confidence and an unflinching nerve he may well be an embodiment of the steely resolve of his fatherland. Lugging a treasure-trove of history and an even more remarkable collection of geography the country is an enigma unfolding every step of the way. Once ruled by Czars, or Tsars as some may like, the world’s biggest country also has one of the sparsest population densities, a statistic that doesn’t apply to its capital Moscow. From wealthy autocratic Czars to people-minded Communists and now well-intended democracy inspired Putinism Russia has seen it all. While the breadth of the country has been home to literary geniuses like Leo Tolstoy, Alexander Pushkin, not to forget my personal favorite, Anton Chekhov; the Kremlin has played host to several eccentric figures, be it the Tsars Ivan, the Terrible, Peter, the Great, the communists who led the Russian Revolution Lenin, Stalin, the Soviet leader Gorbachev or even the ex-KGB spy and the second and fourth President Vladimir Putin. When the Union of Soviet Socialist Republic collapsed in the early 90s the iron-clad Kremlin lowered the sickle and hammer as Gorbachev made way to the more dynamic Yeltin. And testimony to their times the architecture and urbanscapes seen in Russia are as scintillating as the history that was once played out in them. The extravagant palaces, the onion-domed and brilliantly gilded cathedrals, the huge public squares, the changing face of the Kremlin are all remnants of the past that also showcase a culture that is both vast and deep. Playing host to the dire aspects of life even today the Moscow trundles on towards dynamic action and reaction to the world at large. Though an active member of the United Nations, Russia has always maintained its own unique stance on world affairs hardly ever influenced by bigger bullies in the world market, a trait inherited from the past!

    Landing in Moscow, Indians may well be introduced to the workings of the spy-country! But do not take the treatment to heart as Russians in general love Indians and are more than ready to help out at every instance or greet the average looking Indian on the street with disarming smiles and warm welcomes! Succulently testing even a well-seasoned traveler’s patience a two-hour wait at immigration leaves one sufficiently embarrassed and travel-worn with suspense on imminent deportment. After thorough police verification of the passports and several hours added to the already long journey, Moscow all with it’s Stalin’s seven sisters and Lenin’s grand squares lends a warm welcome to the weary traveler. The ride from the Sheremetyevo International airport to the effervescent Arbat Street covers quite a distance and passes by the popular Moscow Zoo. Though hostels and star hotels are the most popular locations for the stay in Moscow, the city also does offer a range of boutique hotels, mostly the 17th century apartment or residential buildings converted to quaint properties hosting tourists with the essential heating and cooling(oh yes!) devices in place.

    Architecture is but the mark of a civilization, the setting against which life happens and a testimony to the times, it makes for the best study of history, human behavior, besides shaping our own lives. The rather grim and eventful past of the Moscow and in effect Russia is exhibited through the stone, concrete, brick and steel structures that stand across the city in indication to its times. Stalin’s skyscrapers for one, stand out defining the skyline quite distinctively. Announced in 1948, and popularly called the seven sisters, the seven skyscrapers placed around Moscow are imposing and important buildings today housing the Moscow State University in Sparrow Hills, the Ukraine Hotel, now a Radisson hotel, the Ministry of foreign affairs, the Hilton Leningradskaya and other administrative building. Stalin commissioned architects to build towering skyscrapers on the likes of the New York giants, mainly inspired by the glorious Empire State building in NYC. The seven sisters therefore bear a massive imprint in terms of massing from the Empire State. On the outside of the walls of Kremlin the brutalism in architecture is exacerbated in not just the buildings but also the urban-scape of the city. Wide avenues marked by high modeled stone structures are crowned up intimidating sidewalks. The Soviet regime in all its Communist glory ensures to dictate even through it’s architecture on how the state is bigger than the individual, on all counts.

     

    On the insides, these buildings are gilded with golden frames, Russian art, warm carpets and cheery wall-papers. Grand stairways or hallways with dog-legged staircases lead one onto the upper levels of the magnificent buildings. A Stalin building that is now the Four Seasons, closer to the Kremlin, bears an elevation with distinctly different sides on the same façade. Legend holds that the architect drew up two different styles on the same façade to understand from his client Stalin, which one he like better, Stalin on his part signed in the middle, afraid to ask him which did he like the construction team built both on either side. It is therefore strange to note the irony of fear in the limits of communism. What is the point of communism that instills fear in people? What is the point of anything that instills fear in people! Apparently the Russians saw that too, and hence embraced a democracy, even if a tad hesitantly as the State Duma is continued to be dominated by the United Russia party, the stronghold of the current President and Russia’s frontman Vladimir Putin. For he is one who cannot be missed in the extents of the country, even souvenirs hold his presence with smart sunglasses, on mugs, badges, fridge-magnets and scarves. He may well be Russia’s most popular export today! Once queuing up for even a loaf of bread or rations from the state, Russia has come a long way with people engaging in dacha as they lovingly call organic farming on country estates in the weekend, buying Starbucks, right around every corner, or grabbing the quintessential American food, the burgers, fries and steaks off Burger Kings, Shake Shacks and cheery Mac Donalds. When the first Mac Donald opened in Russia the queues lasted remarkably long.

    Despite the immense globalization in Russia since the 1990s, no one can discredit the comfort of MacDonalds across the world, the at-home feel it gives the world, the most endearing part of Moscow is its old architecture, its quirky locals, the well-laid out infrastructure, its fallen rouble, but ofcourse and the radial city planning that emerges from the Kremlin quarters. Kremlin is often called the Eighth wonder of the world and quite rightly so. The crucible of Moscow, the Kremlin is where Moscow had its initial beginnings, the walls of the Kremlin now symbolic is red were not always red in color, they were initially and until recently white, the Red Square bears the name not for it’s color, not even as tribute to the blood of the people but instead it is called so because red means beautiful in Russian and indeed it is beautiful. White stone readily available around Moscow caused all the buildings to have white facades and hence Moscow is even addressed to as the White City. The walls of the Kremlin have only recently been painted red. As for the Red Square, the large public plaza sets a frontage for an entry into the Kremlin, is home to the oddly-beautiful St Basil’s cathedral and is flanked by the vintage GUM shopping mall. The immaculately maintained Kremlin is lined by the tombs of Lenin and the unknown soldier while its walls are where several communist leaders were once buried in patronage! The Kremlin in Moscow is the most popular of all the kremlins, a term used to describe the Russian citadels, once fortified the residence of the Tsars, the royal Bayors, once included five Royal palaces, four cathedrals and the towers of the Kremlin. Today the complex is home to the armory, the State offices, the cathedrals and draws in major tourists visiting the country. The Russian guards watch over intently as tourists are restricted to only a few zones inside and are quick enough to detect even the slightest movement into the restricted areas. The four cathedrals are crowned by the famous Onion domes, glistening in gold and capped by crosses. Russian orthodoxy is the major religion followed in Russia and the Byzantine interiors are modeled on their counterparts in erstwhile Constantinople. As Islam gained popularity in Constantinople and the religious atmospheres were undergoing a major overhaul in Istanbul, many Byzantine Christian leaders fled towards Moscow. It is however interesting to note that the Imperial family in Russia never did patronize any religion, calling avid followers fools. (!)

    As a radial city, all roads lead either to the Kremlin or around the Kremlin, the citadel being the major centre-point. A tour of the inner complex of cathedrals and the Armory museum provide a significant insight into the making of Russia, its glorious past and its autocratic Tsars. Contrary to the proverb history does not repeat itself. It hardly ever does. The richness of the past, the jeweled and furred crowns, the steely arms, silk-gowns, golden table-ware, sapphires and rubies set in gold tell a wonderful story of the different times and the visual encyclopedia demonstrates how a civilization evolves sometimes never to look back. The memorabilia however are spell-binding much the same. A glimpse into the world of the Tsars, Peters, Ivan, Catherine, Anna and all the many dukes and duchesses is one large spectacle. Their times and lives were mostly inspired by the French, the German, the Scandinavians and all the others in the region in the past. Many duchesses took to the nunneries turning to religion and God more often than not. The Novodevichy convent patronized by the imperial family holds fort beautiful premises by the lake and the best in terms of the Byzantine domes, gilded and decorated with a great deal of detailing. The Church of our savior Christ across the Kremlin is one more of the many orthodox churches in Moscow.

    Set within these extremities of religion, art and literature blossomed in Russia, the rigors and capacity of the Russians to wield the human will to unbelievable limits blossomed the average French ballet into the finest of them all, the Russian Ballet. A show at the highly acclaimed and well-designed Bolshoi theatre is a treat to the senses. As the ballerina weightlessly struts around the stage flying like a butterfly albeit without wings, the orchestra plays the tune to administer a huge dose of culture. The lives of the performers are governed by the thrill of performance, the high of creativity and also once offered an opportunity to get out of the country to mostly greener pastures, considering the difficulty in staging an exit. Performers however were allowed to travel to learn and showcase their skills in dance and music. In the same locales the literature of Tolstoy, Pushkin, Chekov exhibit the layers and complexities of human nature thrived. War and Peace by Tolstoy is considered the best book to ever read and figures in the list of the major rankings. It mirrors the complex world we live in today with depth and alacrity like few other pieces of fiction. In any civilization, culture, art and literature were patronized by the rich, sometimes the church or mostly the royalty. Art works at the various museums of art in Russia are dotted by figures and paintings of baby Jesus in the arms of the Virgin Mary crowned and clothed in beaten and embellished gold with the faces painted in clarity. In modern times most Russian jewelry is inspired by nature and architecture is modeled on sustaining the earth by consuming lesser energy.

    When backed by a multitude of history and a glorious past, modern new-age Russians are anything but grim, hardly mysterious and completely high-spirited. In Arbat street, a safe distance from the Kremlin, the quirks of the city are out in full display. A topsy-turvy house, crazy glass and mirror mazes, street artists enliven the atmosphere of the city, while restaurants serve up cuisine from across the world and one can relish a Soviet-style ice-cream, basically an ice-cream in a flat cone. The Louis Vuittons and Manolo Blahniks have easily made their way into the main street as the tall Russian women strut around flicking the goldilocks more than once. The Moscow metro stations much like their counterpart in St Petersburg are decorated in great luxury, mostly a visual treat. They were redesigned to boost the morale of the urban populace who had enough of being treated poorly and in an economy that did not supply them with even the most basic necessities. Today’s Russia wears its past quite proudly and bravely looking out to a new horizon with great zest and mostly a greater sense of humor. When the wives of the officers saved the GUM shopping mall opposite the Kremlin, not allowing their only place of leisure from turning into the department of Heavy Industries little did they know of the favor they were doing to their country. Even the Red Square once the address to public prosecutions or public outcries now is venue for various Rock concerts and musical shows. The festivities run far close to the Kremlin, setting a stark contrast to the dapper guards keeping a strong vigil over time. Though the various streets, maps are not mentioned in the global language of English, it helps that Cyrillic, the script of the Russian, resembles most of the English alphabets, causing one to play match-the-following to get the bearings right! Helpful faces come forward ever so often volunteering information mostly displacing the prejudice. The love for India is also clearly visible apartment from the fact that them Russians are now heartily laughing. Just as she finished her tour with us, our guide peppered her stories with genial jokes on the Russians, the Soviets and even the current affairs in the country, stating that’s something she wouldn’t be caught dead sharing at the red square a couple of decades ago!

    The St Basil’s cathedral is mostly the mouth-piece for Russia today, a visual metonym, almost a mascot for the country. The colorful turrets and buffoonish structure cannot help but make the happy-go-lucky ones laugh and the serious wince in delight. The friendly vibe coupled with the need to lift the iron veil has had a lot of the citizens bounce out, opening up to visitors, letting go of the need for the infamous mystery and secrecy. A walk on Traversky could have been anywhere in Europe, munching Spanish Churros or buying a LongChamp from Paris. As the world is increasingly made flat Moscow is breaking bad and more often than not moving with the times. They even have curated a love-lock brick all equipped with flower arches and lock trees! While exhibitions in parks have budding artists use cheery oranges and bright pinks adding cheer to the atmosphere and good-natured Russians getting in a huddle while hopping and singing along just as actively. With the world becoming flat come other environmental disasters like inconsistent temperatures, precipitation and global warming, well in case of Russia, global cooling!

  • Of Saints and Apostles!

    Looking west, St Petersburg named after the Apostle Peter, by the Europe loving Tsar Peter was first a Swedish settlement on the bank of the River Neva. In line with a few cities in Alaska it is the highest in latitude city with a populace of over a hundred million, with no city further not being home to that many people. Crown prince Peter, unlike his predecessors enjoyed the great outdoors and would go to any length to quest his love for travel but when he inherited the Russian empire he was tied down to the Kremlin. Hating the hierarchy and utterly convinced that the Boyars were scheming to kill him he boldly attested to shift the capital to a Swedish rampart that was recently won by the Russians after defeating the Swedish in an unlikely defeat. The very swampy marsh eagerly looked out into the Gulf of Finland, easily connecting to the rest of Europe accessed by boats. Six-hundred odd kilometers away from Moscow he was convinced of the location prodding the rest of his subjects to move along virtually deserting the Kremlin. Loving Italian architecture, which left a deep impression on him as a young boy, he commissioned Rapheal to build the city of his dreams, which would look as beautiful as Rome, Venice, Pisa and Milan all rolled into one. When he discovered that the traditional medieval white stone was not easily available in the precincts of his new town he imposed a stone tax(!) commanding citizens coming to St Petersburg to carry a sizeable amount of stone into the new capital city. So brick by brick, or rather stone by stone St Petersburg was built right from the scratch.

     

    It now is the second largest city in Russia and by far the quaintest town drizzled in art and peppered with culture from upper-crust Marinnsky performances to the more humble but just as good street performances. While Moscow is intimidating in most places, apart from its parks, St Petersburg is delightful in every turn of the road. The buildings hardly ever go higher than the prescribed four-storey limit and unless absolutely essential, the proportion of the streets and the side-walks are maintained to lend to the city a grand yet warm feel. The river Neva is tapped into the city through various canals marked by tiny bridges at safe distances. The city itself is hinged on the two banks of the Neva crossed by iron-bridges that lift up to let ships into the city facilitating movement of goods into the city. With every building mimicking the proportions of Rome in massing and doused in pastel colors of France, the city is widely candy-like reminding one of a well built cake. The whizzing of the motorcars may just be the draw into reality! Though Peter the Great did establish the city and faced the other royals head-on he did not live long enough to see his vision turn into a reality. After his death the politics of the heavy-headed royals put a brief stop to the city development which only continued in full swing under his daughter Ekaterina as the Russians call her, or Catherine the Great as more popularly known. Steering the city to a fine completion Catherine the Great was known for her golden rule of Russia. Under her thumb the various monuments of the city were built, monuments that just-married couples tour across the city. It is customary for brides and bridegrooms in the city to walk around to major monuments across the city after a simple church wedding, wedding party intact, taking in the sites and mostly letting the city and it’s monuments know of their tryst with holy matrimony! So tourists can behold several beautiful brides and dapper grooms prance around with best men and maid of honor in tow! Most brides wear a fur coat too all in the ensemble!

     

    With a not so long history and a more youthful geography St Petersburg is widely chilly in winters but glows very warmly in the few months of summer. As the snow melts away and the warmer climes approach, the people shed all those layers to emerge in a happy-go-lucky fervor matching their easy smiles with pretty flowers in full bloom. With white nights unfolding, a natural phenomenon where the sky is lit all through the night due to the sun’s angle with earth’s horizon, the city comes alive donning a hat of fun and frolic in a shroud of un-leaving sunlight. Artists of all kind take to the street, performing rock, singing aloud, drawing the weary or thrilled passerby, completing an art project, dishing out an ice-cream, doling out hot yummy corn on the cob, jiving to a dance move and hence sending out those precious vibes into the atmosphere, dressing up in face-paint, standing as still as a perfectly chiseled statue, standing on poles to become a rather out-of-proportion cartoon character, performing a randon trick or two, blowing out massive soap bubbles into the atmosphere, selling rare manuscripts or even playing a tune on the vibrofone! The vibrofone was undoubtedly my most favorite of them all, the subtle and sweet sounding organ could easily make one pause in their tracks and in tune with bright pink sky transport one into a painting nonetheless!

    Unlike Barcelona’s La Rambla or Paris’s Champs de Ely sees the urban performance-scape of St Petersburg during the white nights is not restricted to one street or one area, the entire city streets become a place of wonder with Nevsky Prospekt definitely leading the list. The UNESCO World Heritage site is also a city of museums hosting the largest number of museums in the world in one city. The Hermitage leading the pack is one of the biggest museums with large floor plates in the world, it is thronged by a large number of tourists joining the ranks of the Louvre in Paris or the Met in New York. At the Hermitage one is treated to the large collection of art ranging from the Byzantine era to the more recent modern works of art. Van Gogh, Monet, da Vinci are some of the works in the Hermitage that is also flooded with several art collections of the Tsars, the Soviets and more recent government departments of Russia. Home-town to Putin, the city is as fun as ever and a potpourri of a number of European cities with the best of Russia. The Hermitage too is not as specifically Russia as it is all about the world in general. Artifacts from Egypt, the Bahamas and even Phillipines makes the private collection very comprehensive and largely endearing, the fact that it is housed in and tied in seamlessly to the Winter Palace of the Tsars makes the journey through the museum distinctly Russian. It does however bear an uncanny resemblance to the Louvre minus Pei’s very popular glass pyramid. The grand staircase and the house of portraits are reminders of the country’s glorious past and the bravest of them all. Visiting the palace along with the Italian Prime Minister in tow serves to remind one the lack of distinction between the leaders and us humble followers. He did shake hands benevolently and chatted up with the museum goers with ease though followed by a very loyal entourage. Taking well over a day at the museum soaking in all the extents of art it is a rather tedious affair! But after a day well spent the canals make for an uplifting companion through the white nights walks!

    The night/day life notwithstanding, since there is technically no night I could hardly call it a night-life, with streaks of sunlight left on all night long does hardly see any difference. The phenomena of white nights inspires a festival and is an inspiration to artists of all types, plays, musicals, ballets, visual and aural art-work. The entire city celebrates the natural wonder playing to their own strengths. Once in motion the joy of the absence of snow seems quite palpable for a city that is submerged in snow for the greater part of the year. At Peter and Paul’s fortress, across the River Neva, the walrus club indulges in active sunbathing lying down on the infill of the fortress. The famous club is also known for winter activities that includes breaking a sheet of ice and diving into the water below during the frigid winters. The thermal shock induced in the body is good for health and the skin as such as the club claims! The Peter and Paul fortress is where the Swedish first built a settlement and where Peter began his dreams of St Petersburg. The complex inside the fortress also included a prison that has never hosted serious criminals except for the revolutionaries. Comprising of an active cathedral, living quarters, government offices the fortress opens out into several gates to the island it is built on. Well documented prints displayed in the fort enclosures give a clear idea on the conception and building of the ramparts and the structure. To fill into a skewed hexagonal space the ground was infilled into the waters to create a firm foundation. Every noon a cannon ball devoid of gunpowder is fired by a volunteering tourist and one by a Russian officer to mark the tradition held in the fortress for over many years. The nearby Velikan park is a popular children’s hub and hosts one of the city’s famed metro stations.

    Like in Moscow, St Petersburg’s metro station are decorated in beautiful stone, metal and plaster of paris work lit with gargantuan chandeliers and are steep with the earth at about a hundred metres. Long escalators funnel people through the escalators taking one down several floors, keep right to allow the not-so-faint hearted to run down the moving escalators where people with pace-makers are clearly asked to keep out of, noticeably so! The beautiful metro stations were again, like in Moscow, redecorated to improve the social feelings of the denizens, assuming that a thing of beauty would bring joy forever. The adage is wholly true, cause the beautiful stations do bring joy to the passers-by. Doing up the metro seemed like a great idea, as a major part of the population use the metro to commute daily. With signages in English and Russian the city is much more easy to traverse in, it also is a popular destination for tourists who take the Scandanavian cruises and touch upon Russia through St Petersburg. The city is extremely tourist-friendly. The metal bridges of the ancient times attract a huge crowd as the draw bridges are hosted up at midnight for an hour to allow ships to pass into the Neva River. Though now only a crowd puller, the draw bridges were once a very important part of the city’s progressive growth, bringing in people and material from nearby Europe.

    The Marinnsky theatre too drew in it’s fair share of talent hosting several plays and ballets and is a major attraction figuring only after it’s counterpart Bolshoi in Moscow. The theatre has been redesigned to include a brand new building and hosts many events in it’s new and old buildings. As students and ballet professionals perform the pride of the country truly lies in it’s exponential quality of performing arts, mainly the ballet. The Marinnsky palace in the area is home to the city’s legislative assemble, another building built in the Italian style with fluted columns and the triangular In terms of visual architecture, the St Isaac’s cathedral is made of a beautiful Byzantium dome over a cylindrical drum located very close to the Bronze Horseman, that is the statue of Peter the Great on his horse. The mosaic art in the cathedral displays great dexterity and skill, much on the lines of the of the ancient domes of Rome. The portrait of baby Jesus with Virgin Mary is a much repeated scene while the verses of the holy books are scripted on the walls of the cathedral either as text or as visual depictions. A scaffolding model used to build the church at a scale of one-sixteenth showcases the complexity of building which took forty years to be completed finishing between 1818 to 1858. Various drawings of the cathedral made during the time of construction are keenly displayed. The walkway to the base of the dome and encircling the drum provides extremely scenic views of the city across all the sides. The beauty of the city is captured from all angles around the cathedral.

    More active than the Isaac’s cathedral is the Kazan cathedral built as a confluence of two religions, the Russian Orthodoxy and the Roman Catholic. It is the only cathedral of that kind in the world. It was commissioned to commemorate Russia’s victory over Napolean and modelled on the St Peter’s basilica in Rome. It is dedicated to Our lady of Kazan, probably the most venerated icon in Russia. In midst of a Sunday mass the cathedral is lit up in all its glory resonating with the chants of prayer, people singing along in a group, the cathedral lit up in golden chandelier is a prayer hall filled with positive ions. Large verandahs with columns in a semi-circular archways flank the either side of the main hall reminiscent of the St Peter’s basilica in Rome. The white stone of the Kazan cathedral is one of the usual medieval stone found extensively in the region. Of all the cathedrals in St Peterburg, the Church of Our Saviour on Spilled blood, is extremely striking with the typical onion domes but unlike the turrets of the St Basil’s cathedral, this church dons more mature and subdued colours. Its structure and placement along a canal however make it a place of attraction to artists who draw and sell a pictorial depiction of the structure.

    But the most beautiful of them all is undoubtedly the Peterhof Palace popularly known as the Summer Palace located at a comfortable distance from the city of St Petersburg. Though there are several ways to access the palace and its fabulous lower grounds, the way through the hydrofoil is the most glamorous. Walking across the lower gardens which look more like a forest, because of its high expanse of trees, the palace delivers a very pleasant surprise. The water body forming a central access and reaching the palace in a perpendicular dimension leads to the central axis of the Summer palace. Painted in pleasant yellow with white coloured columns, the palace preceded by spectacularly engineered water fountains and crowned by the light blue skies, on good days mostly! The Summer Palace was also designed by Raphael and each of its rooms are equipped with mirrors, lights, chandeliers lighting up the interiors two-fold. The mirrors at different levels of the vertical space increase the quality and feel of daylight within the spaces. The palace looks the best in Summer with cheery colours and a beautiful expanse that glorifies the great Italian architect. Beautiful places leave a lasting impression more often than not, the Peterhof palace is one such place. Compared to the most beautiful palaces in the world, the Peterhof is as delightful as ever. Whether in colour or in form. The upper gardens may not be as beautiful as the lower gardens but lead one onto the interiors. The water fountains, a great sight at the palace were engineered to perfection working on gravity. Just as the Russian tycoons pride themselves on the make of their yachts, the Tsars enjoyed patronising and loved the working fountains playing with water and adding another layer to witnessing architecture, a trend also clearly applied by Tadao Ando in most of his works. The ingenuity of Russians with the water bodies is also seen in other gardens dotting the city, including the very dainty summer garden. Reconstructed in parts the garden is built over existing remains that were found in the area over the years.

    Ahead of the upper gardens at the Peterhof palace is the town of Peterhof, the home of the Russian Raketa watches. Now housed in a dilapidated factory building the watches may have lost the competitive edge in comparison to their peers but they are as well-crafted and boast of many different styles and types from over the ages. Worn by Gorbachev during his time as a Soviet leader the brand saw a sharp rise in its value. A long train ride away from the city centre, the Peterhof palace presents a stunning experience mostly because of it’s make and the setting it is located in. Its an italian palace located in a truly Russian setting and it makes for a truly heady mix! Lined with cafes and restaurants, the city and its streets embraces American food, clothing but not so much it’s President, hating the leader quite openly, and alarmingly. While the malls are flooded with merchandise from all over the world, the truly Russian brands stand out with their much lower rates. Fur coats on display including mink are only just a testimony to the severity of the winters. The old architecture mimicking the buildings of Italy with a dash of France are hardly as climate responsive as the new structures drawing in ample amounts of daylight with glass fenestrations and the sun for warmth.

    Built on the premise of beauty, St Petersburg is delightful and ingenious marking a world of a dainty visual splendour. From the story of Disney’s Anatasia demonstrating palace coups to the bestest macarons and fondants of Keeives, it is a visual splendour that delights all the senses!

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  • Kinkaku-ji!

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    The wonder of the past

    in the tumultuous future

    A shimmer of golden

    in ripples that embolden

    There is no last

    in the tents of nature

    And in earth laden

    drizzled with laughter

    Is the urge to fast

    glorious and furious

    In spite of the blast

    and all the slaughter

    Leaving some aghast

    and others afar

    There are the larks

    who shun the dark

    Brightening alike

    bringing life to life

    For matter the distance

    and all of the friction

    the beauty of contemplation

    on utter insistence

    Brings out a mast

    calling peace aloud

    From years of experience

    telling tales of mention

    To shun the swords

    needles and moulds

    Awakening a beginning

    forever embracing

    Missions in sight

    for all the might

    Settling the senses

    calming the nerves

    The vision enlightening

    a sense of foreboding

    There is a right

    for every light

    Of Zen and listening

    the joys beckoning

    Cherry-blossoms in sight

    however dark the night

    Lanterns full of light

    not far from sight

    Every crest has a trough

    every cloud a lining

    Laying out the whining

    in warm surroundings

    In the land of rising

    and the shimmering

    A reason for loving

    and mostly celebrating

    The very early sighting

    of the golden noble sun!

     

     

     

     

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    Kiyomizudera or the Pure Water Temple in Kyoto looks out to impressive views and brings forward the love of water manifested in architecture. Built with solid wooden logs in a visibly complex structure the temple is reached from the highest level and then descend downwards. The water collected on the roof of the temple is further directed down to the drains through water chains. The temple is ancient with weathered wooden logs and beautiful in case of it’s surrounds. Interlocking wooden base is the winning element as is the dialogue with water present at every scale. The stage that looks down 13 m is the reason for the popular expression in Japan, “to jump off the stage at Kiyomizu” meaning the same as the English equivalent of “to take the plunge”. And blind superstition held that taking the plunge, literally jumping off the stage granted one’s wishes. 234 jumps were recorded during the Edo period, of which 85.4% survived, I presume the rest wished to die!

    However the practice is now forbidden but for the superstitiously inclined the host of shrines at the temple include the Jishu shrine, the God of love and of good matches, that possesses a pair of love stones laid 18 m apart. The belief lays that walking from one stone to the other with eyes closed with success ensures that one will find love, or more precisely true love! Descending down from the main hall is the Otowa waterfall where three channels of water fall into a pond. Drinking the water is believed to grant the wishes. For a temple doused with so many superstitions it made it to the 21 finalists of the seven wonders but missed by the whisker! The wooden log understructure is brilliant and the heavy wooden logs a wonder in itself.