Yeh Mera India!

I marvel at the wonder that is my nation. Each day, each moment, there's an Indian who makes it to the top of whatever he / she set out to accomplish. As proud as I am about the India which is ambitious yet grounded, progressive yet rustic, these little nothings bring a knowing smile to my face. A smile that reflects my love for India despite all her quirks!

Facial, manicure, pedicure, hair trim and Boob cut offered at Bobby's Parlour

All days open , Punchure shop

This is a Chennai special that everybody who's ever passed G.N. Chetty Road would have had a mighty ha ha about:

Nasity Boys cricket team

I'm always on the lookout for such quirky posts... does anybody know where I can find these laminated boards which have these goofy lines printed on them? The look of these boards is very retro, very funky!
And just before I forget, aren't you super duper happy to be Indian? :)

Sangria Sunsets...

When PJ asked me to come over for a Christmas afternoon / eve do at his place, i was a little skeptical about the eclectic mix of people he had invited. Adi, Anushya, Gayatri, Harini, Esha, Yours Truly - the common thread between us was just good ol' PJ. We met over lunch at Sukh Sagar where quite strangely, one has to eat dessert out of little bowls for they refuse to give you plates at the buffet counter! Having satiated our appetites, we headed to PJ's place to successfully depose his sister from the cosy comfort of her room. Apparently, it was HIS room before it was hers so she surrendered without a fight. PJ then chose to treat us with the finesse befitting young ladies and gentlemen coming into their own - Wine, champagne and tastefully mixed Sangrias. Truly PJ, London has taken you to new "heights". Every pun intended. As the hours passed we lost track of time and a few of us, our senses. Adi had a meeting to attend to and Anushya left us to partake in a bridge competition at IIT. As a few more hours passed, two lovely young ladies had us entertained with their giggle fits, outbursts of emotion and crazy jigs! Not to mention an insane number of hugs did the rounds with PJ being the designated photographer. The madness was taken out of PJ's home to Mocha at Khader Nawaj Khan Road. I must mention i LOVE the use of colour, texture and light at this place. The cycle rickshaw seats in the garden space is an ingenius idea. The sort of bent i love! As the mischief hookah was placed before us, the group had grown sober. Over puffs of orange and lime conversation flowed on intelligence, economy and the decadence of Indian youth. As the day wrapped up, I'd like to revisit the group's common thread - We were a bunch of intelligent individuals who indulged in a whole load of fun. In a time and place when I hunt high and low for such company, today was special. Thanks PJ. I owe you one.