Thursday, February 16, 2006

Perfection

Don’t wait. The time will never be just right.

---Napoleon Hill, American author 1883-1970

Monday, February 13, 2006

Goan Memories

Reminiscing about our sunset walks on the beach in Goa. I find that's what we looked forward to each day there, to watch the sun slowly sink into the ocean and light up the sky in a beautiful orange glow. To wade into the water, bit by bit, backwards and forwards and feel the sand sink from beneath our feet, to see baby crabs scampering away, almost translucent against the sand. To hear the sound of the waves, racing towards the shore and lapping at your ankles, beguiling you to wade out just a bit further. To feel the wind in your face, blowing away all your troubles, for the time you are there atleast.

Here's a few pics from our vacation:

Racing to catch the sunset at Benaulim Beach.

A perfect Goan sunset.

It could be a postcard, but its just us.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Hmmm

Just a thought:
Why do most Maruti Swift owners drive excruciatingly slow? I thought the name would have a incendiary effect instead of making them hesitant and unsure.

Monday, February 06, 2006

Kala Ghoda Festival

Just back from town, where we had gone to check out the Kala Ghoda festival. We attended a session of Sufi & Urdu Poetry reading by Anju Makhija, Ashok Banthiya and Tom Alter at the David Sasoon Garden. Tom Alter was superb in his recitation and translation of urdu poetry for all those present who didn't understand much of urdu (me included). His enthusiasm and knowledge of the background of urdu poetry and historical references was pretty amazing. Something interesting he said while waiting for the lights to be dimmed for his last reading: "Roshni ke liye andhere ki zaroorat hai", can be construed so many different ways. Quite impressive.

The downside of our trip to town was the amount of time it took us to get back home....2hrs and 25 min, most of which was spent inching along from Mahim till Santa Cruz. Two and a half hours: half-way to Chandigarh from Delhi or from Providence, RI to New Rochelle, NY, close to New York City on I-95 south. Quite a tame way to end an otherwise super day or rather back to reality, I guess.

Quotes

The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it.
--WM Lewis

Wisdom is knowing what to do next; virtue is doing it.
--David Starr Jordan

The problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, but wiser people so full of dobts.
--Bertrand Russell

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Airport Strikes

This is what is really happening at the AAI strike at the Mumbai Airport. Its all politics and no one is really thinking of moving forward, and instead are insisting on staying rooted to the past. Gaurav Sabnis writes a personal account.

Wal-Mart's coming to India

Well, it finally looks like Wal-Mart is coming to India.

Town-side

Last night when we used the subway at Churchgate station to cross the street, it was the first time my husband's entered a train station in Bombay. I really didn't think he would agree to cross there, and would rather walk all the way back to The Pizzeria opening, especially after seeing bits and pieces of the Megacities program on Bombay this past sunday on National Geographic. The program was exactly what you'd expect from the National Geographic channel, and showed nothing but the worst of Bombay.

For us, it was a lovely day spent exploring the area around the Gateway of India. I find it ironic that among so much history, beauty and grandeur, most foreigners would rather reinforce the stereotype they have of India.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

One year in Bombay

One year in Bombay today. Wow, we had serious doubts about us lasting even 6 months and here we are a year later, finally enjoying the city. Last year this time, we were on a plane from Bangalore, the city we loved and still do, the first Indian city we set up home in after moving back from the States, the city where one can find a good greek salad and an amazing variety of garlic bread on every corner.

Bombay was a world apart, a city of "vegetarian restaurants", where sometimes it has almost impossible to get hold of a decent wine or cheese, a city where the bulk of ones waking hours is spent in vehicles, trying to get to someplace to do something. Rush, rush, rush. People, people, people everywhere. The first time I saw the sea of people at Andheri station, I was claustrophobic and terrified that I would have to become part of the crowd to get from anywhere to anywhere.

Travelling on the A2 was the start of my accepting and eventually liking the city. Little by little we have found our own spots of the city to identify and grow with. It has not been an easy or smooth ride, but in retrospect, it has been educative and enjoyable.