I’m full stylish and all...
I own a Dell Inspiron 600m and am supremely proud of it. Have always been so.
When about 50 others had got identical looking Toshiba laptops from college, mine stood out. It was sleek, beautiful and had the most beautiful keyboard I’ve ever seen. I was also the proud owner of a DVD/VCD writer. For very good reasons, I would willingly write CDs for friends :-P
After a full three years of using my laptop for all the wrong reasons too, it still gives me a good hour or so without worrying about my battery dying out. Yaaaayyyiiiieeee... Oh yeah, absolutely! I remember how some sidey Toshiba laptops wouldn’t survive a minute without the charger being plugged in. Talk about wireless!!! I’m getting such cheap thrills writing this down.
Annnnddd.... For all this, I still paid a cool couple of ten thousand bucks less than what the others paid for their laptops. Ha haaaaa!
I’m also very proud of my black MotoRazr. It’s not a V3i which comes with fancy features, extendable memory and such. I wanted my new phone to look good, and look good it did.
Of course, I wasn’t the first to get it. I didn’t buy this before it’s time came. I bought it when it was at it’s peak. I didn’t mind that every 5th person I saw also owned a black MotoRazr. In fact, I beamed each time I saw another one thinking, I’ve bought the most popular phone at that point in time. Yaaaayyyyiiieeee again. For very different reasons though.
You must be wondering why am I talking about all this now? How come so far there’s no mention of food in MY blog? Should I rather not be all weepy and bawling over the fact that I’m leaving Delhi for good?
Well, I am leaving Delhi for good. I am quite unsure about the coming two months at Bangalore. Delhi’s been home to me for the last year or so. Not a comfy home where things are taken care of for me. Not a home where food is prepared and I’m just asked to come and eat. Not a home where I get to be with my parents and brother.
Delhi was a home of a different kind. It was the place that made me realize that I could live anywhere and make the most of that place. It was the place where I was independent. It was the place where I could go gallivanting by myself to the various crowded market places, pick up 35 bucks worth of clothes, eat Chinese Chat, gobble down a cup of utterly butterly lemony corn, and top all of this off with dessert - McDonand’s chocolate thick shake or Mother Dairy’s Chocobar.
Of course there were times when I had company too. Like when I’ve watched movies, always sitting on those rows that are at an arm’s distance from the screens (munching on popcorn or corn or a heavenly scoop of mint-chocolate ice cream or even a scoop of Gold Medal Ribbon), or when there was a nasty landlord to handle, or when I’ve had the worst Chinese food in my life, only to cover that up at my favourite Chocolate restaurant (yes, that’s how I’d like to think of Choko La), or even when there were very embarrassing discussions at Mainland China (where the staff think I’m an alcoholic). Yes there were also times when I’ve visited those places that are meant for the intellectuals or arty-farty - the IHC, the NSD, the Shreeram Foundation etc. And at the other extreme end, I also walked about the crowded gullies of Chandni Chowk, wolfing down terrific chat at Natraj, Jalebis, and Rabri-Falooda at Fatehpuri. Oh I almost forgot about Dilli Haat. Now that place was something else altogether. By far the prettiest spot in Delhi. I went there for the first time with a friend to have some delectable momos and fruit beer. And then, thanks to her, I have tried out every North Eastern state’s momo and fruit beer, and was never disappointed. And then there was this other friend. The two of us have promised to have authentic Gujrati Thali together. This was something we did for the to years of our stay in Ahmedabad. Now, we had to continue with the tradition in Delhi too. So when "Rajdhani" opened up at CP, we had to try it out. It wasn’t fabulous. But it was good alright. The staff maintained the trade mark Gujju warmth while serving food and when they wanted us to try out their specialities. The Paan, well, let’s just leave it at the fact that I asked for a second one. The innumerable chocolate nut sundaes from Nirula’s, the heaps of goat and gorgonzola cheese at Diva, the fun chatpata pizza from Slice of Italy, the Shahi Paneer, the Mattar Paneer, Mattar Gobi, Aloo Goi (all rattled off in a distinctive style) at the Uttaranchal Dhaba, the carrot-beetroot juices... Sigh. In all this did I mention how I vicariously had food from all over the world (foie gras too) thanks to a certain Binga Bonga who only ate Bingo.
As you can see, all this food in Delhi only means one thing - a fruit diet for the following two months. Bah!
But then, I’m full stylish and all you see. I’m reminiscing about Delhi and typing this out on my comfy upper berth on the Bangalore Rajdhani. The train is not all that dirty. There are a bunch of students who wish to study Medical Sciences in Bangalore colleges. They spout medical jargon that I don’t understand at all. Not fair. I mean have conversations which involve topics such as food, travel, climate etc. Not medicine, disease and ugghhh, surgery.
Hence I got miffed and climbed up to my upper berth, took out my stylish laptop and super stylish phone, put on my complimentary Kingfisher earphones, listening to a bunch of songs on repeat mode and am typing this post out. They all keep looking up. May be they think I look funny, but I also think they are jealous that I have stylish laptop and super stylish phone, and that I’m acting like I’m this super busy "marketing communications professional". (heeheee, that’s what I called myself when we were doing polite introducing-self conversation.)
Right now after all this effort at "Shine/Style Maaroing", I’m only hoping that my network (yeah the one that sounds like when you sneeze, once) will permit me to connect to the internet while I’m on roaming so I can put this post up for you to comment on.
When about 50 others had got identical looking Toshiba laptops from college, mine stood out. It was sleek, beautiful and had the most beautiful keyboard I’ve ever seen. I was also the proud owner of a DVD/VCD writer. For very good reasons, I would willingly write CDs for friends :-P
After a full three years of using my laptop for all the wrong reasons too, it still gives me a good hour or so without worrying about my battery dying out. Yaaaayyyiiiieeee... Oh yeah, absolutely! I remember how some sidey Toshiba laptops wouldn’t survive a minute without the charger being plugged in. Talk about wireless!!! I’m getting such cheap thrills writing this down.
Annnnddd.... For all this, I still paid a cool couple of ten thousand bucks less than what the others paid for their laptops. Ha haaaaa!
I’m also very proud of my black MotoRazr. It’s not a V3i which comes with fancy features, extendable memory and such. I wanted my new phone to look good, and look good it did.
Of course, I wasn’t the first to get it. I didn’t buy this before it’s time came. I bought it when it was at it’s peak. I didn’t mind that every 5th person I saw also owned a black MotoRazr. In fact, I beamed each time I saw another one thinking, I’ve bought the most popular phone at that point in time. Yaaaayyyyiiieeee again. For very different reasons though.
You must be wondering why am I talking about all this now? How come so far there’s no mention of food in MY blog? Should I rather not be all weepy and bawling over the fact that I’m leaving Delhi for good?
Well, I am leaving Delhi for good. I am quite unsure about the coming two months at Bangalore. Delhi’s been home to me for the last year or so. Not a comfy home where things are taken care of for me. Not a home where food is prepared and I’m just asked to come and eat. Not a home where I get to be with my parents and brother.
Delhi was a home of a different kind. It was the place that made me realize that I could live anywhere and make the most of that place. It was the place where I was independent. It was the place where I could go gallivanting by myself to the various crowded market places, pick up 35 bucks worth of clothes, eat Chinese Chat, gobble down a cup of utterly butterly lemony corn, and top all of this off with dessert - McDonand’s chocolate thick shake or Mother Dairy’s Chocobar.
Of course there were times when I had company too. Like when I’ve watched movies, always sitting on those rows that are at an arm’s distance from the screens (munching on popcorn or corn or a heavenly scoop of mint-chocolate ice cream or even a scoop of Gold Medal Ribbon), or when there was a nasty landlord to handle, or when I’ve had the worst Chinese food in my life, only to cover that up at my favourite Chocolate restaurant (yes, that’s how I’d like to think of Choko La), or even when there were very embarrassing discussions at Mainland China (where the staff think I’m an alcoholic). Yes there were also times when I’ve visited those places that are meant for the intellectuals or arty-farty - the IHC, the NSD, the Shreeram Foundation etc. And at the other extreme end, I also walked about the crowded gullies of Chandni Chowk, wolfing down terrific chat at Natraj, Jalebis, and Rabri-Falooda at Fatehpuri. Oh I almost forgot about Dilli Haat. Now that place was something else altogether. By far the prettiest spot in Delhi. I went there for the first time with a friend to have some delectable momos and fruit beer. And then, thanks to her, I have tried out every North Eastern state’s momo and fruit beer, and was never disappointed. And then there was this other friend. The two of us have promised to have authentic Gujrati Thali together. This was something we did for the to years of our stay in Ahmedabad. Now, we had to continue with the tradition in Delhi too. So when "Rajdhani" opened up at CP, we had to try it out. It wasn’t fabulous. But it was good alright. The staff maintained the trade mark Gujju warmth while serving food and when they wanted us to try out their specialities. The Paan, well, let’s just leave it at the fact that I asked for a second one. The innumerable chocolate nut sundaes from Nirula’s, the heaps of goat and gorgonzola cheese at Diva, the fun chatpata pizza from Slice of Italy, the Shahi Paneer, the Mattar Paneer, Mattar Gobi, Aloo Goi (all rattled off in a distinctive style) at the Uttaranchal Dhaba, the carrot-beetroot juices... Sigh. In all this did I mention how I vicariously had food from all over the world (foie gras too) thanks to a certain Binga Bonga who only ate Bingo.
As you can see, all this food in Delhi only means one thing - a fruit diet for the following two months. Bah!
But then, I’m full stylish and all you see. I’m reminiscing about Delhi and typing this out on my comfy upper berth on the Bangalore Rajdhani. The train is not all that dirty. There are a bunch of students who wish to study Medical Sciences in Bangalore colleges. They spout medical jargon that I don’t understand at all. Not fair. I mean have conversations which involve topics such as food, travel, climate etc. Not medicine, disease and ugghhh, surgery.
Hence I got miffed and climbed up to my upper berth, took out my stylish laptop and super stylish phone, put on my complimentary Kingfisher earphones, listening to a bunch of songs on repeat mode and am typing this post out. They all keep looking up. May be they think I look funny, but I also think they are jealous that I have stylish laptop and super stylish phone, and that I’m acting like I’m this super busy "marketing communications professional". (heeheee, that’s what I called myself when we were doing polite introducing-self conversation.)
Right now after all this effort at "Shine/Style Maaroing", I’m only hoping that my network (yeah the one that sounds like when you sneeze, once) will permit me to connect to the internet while I’m on roaming so I can put this post up for you to comment on.
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