• The Travel Diaries: Kolkata’s Waterways

    The city of Kolkata offers a tremendous amount of stimulation to a visitor; whether you’re armed to take pictures, eat your weight in the food available in and around the city or just sight see and take your fill of the sense of history that still lingers all over the city.

    Even if you don’t have a massive colonial hangover, the gorgeous buildings, relics of the British Raj can’t help but capture your fancy with their massive pillars and high arching roofs. That people from a different century and generation are now flitting in and out of those buildings only add to their allure.

    But there are a few things to keep in mind while planning a trip to Kolkata: a) avoid summers if you aren’t used to a humid climate and b) you cannot do justice to the city without factoring in its waterways.

    The summers in Calcutta can be quite debilitating if you’re used to drier climates. The humidity saps your energy, making sight seeing a cumbersome thing. You are actually left with only the evening and pre-dusk time to visit places, many of which are in the process of shutting their doors for the day. Keep in mind that this city is pretty far east and the night sets in fairly early as compared to many other places. Ideal time to visit would be the winters which can be tackled with a light to middling heavy sweater.

    But to move on to another extremely charming part of the city- the river Ganges which flows through it and also around it. Apart from the river cruises which are operated by the West Bengal government, there are quaint little fishing boats which can be hired out for half and hour or so right from 5 in the morning and till 8 at night.

    Local fishing boat sailing under the Vidyasagar Setu- or the new bridge as the locals still call it.
    Local fishing boat sailing under the Vidyasagar Setu- or the new bridge as the locals still call it.
    Sunset near the Prinsep Ghat- small boats, ferries, barges can be seen throughout the day.
    Sunset near the Prinsep Ghat- small boats, ferries, barges can be seen throughout the day.

    One of the best places to visit via a boat or take a boat ride once you reach there is the Dakshineshwar Temple which is situated bang on the river. There are steps leading down from the temple courtyard into the river where the worshipers bathe and also offer flowers since the river is also considered holy.

    Belur Math which is situated just across the river from Dakshineshwar boasts of a calm, serene setting as the international headquarters of the Ram Krishna Mission. Seeing the sunset from the steps just above the river while the soft chants and drones of the hymns float out from the prayer halls is something which has to be experienced. Atheist, agnostic or true believer, the ambiance of the place is just uplifting and while photography is restricted at both places, a sneaky click of the sunset over the river is something everyone attempts irrespective.

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    Sunset over the river.
    Sunset over the river.
    The distinctive domes of the Dakshineshwar Temple.
    The distinctive domes of the Dakshineshwar Temple.

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    On another day, commute with the locals from one ghat (dock) preferably in the evening while many go back to their homes across the Ganges from the main city hub. The ferry boats or river taxis are chock full of office goers who rush to get standing rooms on the steamers for a 15 minute ride that terminates close to Howrah station. You will also see children cooling off after a long hot day by canon balling into the river while barges a couple of yards away.

    One can get down, stroll around with a terracotta cup of hot tea made on the roadside and poured deftly by the vendor who seems to be able to dole out tea to 10 at a time, take the money and still keep an eye on the ever-boiling liquid for the next pot.

    Of course, what is considered by most to be the ultimate river trip in this region is the trip down to the Sunder bans. Once the din of the city fades away and even the endless drone of the motor made peace with, the sounds of nature take over. The water is murky to be sure but it’s vast and areas around it lush. The ferry motors down past small villages where the river is a lifeline as well as a part of life.

    Kolkata cannot be seen properly in just a few days. You barely end up getting a taste of the city and are baffled by what ought of be viewed next. A segment of the trip ought to feature the waterways to even starting to understand the tone, flavor and pulse of the city.

    Next time you find yourself with a few days off and free to travel…take a trip downstream, or upstream and just go with the flow.

  • I love movies on the paranormal. Slasher, subtle…you name it and I’ll watch it at least once! And subtlety is the name of the game in The Others.

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    Nicole Kidman isn’t an actor I’ve actually enjoyed watching on the screen. She seems kind of off to me for lack of anything very concrete to say but she proves her chops in this movie as a mother who is coming unhinged. The neurosis, the bewilderment flows off her and makes it pretty real for the viewers.

    But the real gems in the movie are the characters of Nicholas, Anne and Mrs.Mills played by James Bentley, Alakina Mann and Fionnula Flanagan. They play the children and the nanny and they are total naturals in being who they are supposed to be. That and the landscape aid the ambiance perfectly in giving it a Gothic feel.

    Horror, terror, chills, fear…whatever you call it doesn’t always have to scare you out of your seat or even make you jump. It can also make you curious to see what happens next, where the movie is going and what’s finally going to be revealed as the truth.

    This movie does it all. I was quite a few years late in seeing it but I finally saw it on a dark and windy night with the rain falling against the window panes, at midnight so it’s been watched in an appropriate setting one might say.

    However, if you like your horror palpable and do like your heart to skip a beat, this movie will seem a bit tame for you. It’s all about being subtle.

    Skillfully done by director Alejandra Amenabar.

    Worth one watch.

  • Been visiting my folks back in my hometown. It’s kind of become an annual trip during the brat’s summer holidays. It’s part torture and part relaxation but the fun comes and goes. I say that because the concept of fun not only changes from person to person but sometimes even from day-to-day.

    One day locking yourself up in a room and just reading Asterix comics can be bliss where another day going for a trip on a river despite the icky-sticky humidity can be pretty damn good too!

    But be as that may I have some blog posts bursting to get out. Haven’t blogged at in the past month. Barring my renewed love for Instagram, I wasn’t doing anything else at all. A break of sorts.

    Anyhow one of the things that did catch my eye and then my head was the essay written by Facebook CEO, Sheryl Sandberg, after her husband passed away.

    Apart from the utterly heartfelt words that Sandberg wrote, what really caught my attention were her updates on Facebook throughout the entire  time she was in mourning.

    She didn’t do any of the silly and utterly without value kind of updates like check-ins into malls or fashionable places or used emojis to describe how she was feeling but she her work updates, things which probably kept her grounded during that indescribably difficult time.

    But I have to wonder if uneasy does rest the head wearing the crown. Do you have time to actually grieve, go where your life is taking you or are you beholden to a greater power- your work?

    My father, although not in Sandberg’s league, is a pretty well-established person in his own field. And he seldom switches off. While it isn’t as hectic as it was before he retired (for the first time) he hasn’t entirely cut the cord either. And it must be hard to do…if you have done something for most of your adult life, especially when you distinguish yourself at it.

    But while there is something to be said for going up the ladder, there are times when being a foot soldier or a cog in the system might be a blessed thing as well.

    Here endeth the first one of the pent-up blog posts. More posts to follow. Some on my photo blog. Check it out here.

  • No. I’m not high. Yes, I wish I was. And yes, I have a child. Ergo the weird things ending up where they ideally ought not to.

    Sitting down and finding a clothes pin jammed up in your butt crack is passe. Stepping on Batman and theoretically emasculating him when you get up to pee at 4 in the morning is also so-been-there-done-that.

    Now, having a wee serpent stare at you balefully while you rub the sleep out of your eyes and cope with an imminent heart attack is the new definition of normal. And while your nervous system gets even more nervouser and tells you to flee, the mother part of your brain tries to calm it down by saying, “There’s a 5-year old on the loose. That’s all.”

    Having kids is honestly an adventure. And for quite a while, you’re going in blind. It’s a war on some days but for the most part it IS fun. They can wake up one morning and tell you they want to see stingrays and whale sharks (making you think you have a mini-Animal Planeteer on your hands and feeling good that the boy is growing up) and by evening on the same day they are watching the television upside down because apparently Pink Panther looks better that way.

    And that’s what I’m going to tell myself while I fish out the mini-extinct lizard from my cups and set it down carefully next to the Triceratops, the hotwheels car and the Batman who has his head on backwards.

    Never a dull moment!

  • Ask most women, mainly because they usually will have more hair to spare, and they will tell you that when making a break from the monotony of life becomes imperative and yet there seems to be no clear-cut end in sight; getting a haircut can be a therapeutic intervention in itself.

    The reason a haircut trumps booze, retail therapy and even a spa treat, is in it’s longer shelf life than most things.

    Each day you get up and see yourself with a new do and love or hate it, it’s there to stay till it grows out. Again, on its own steam…no amount of prayers or animal sacrifices will make it grow. This too, teaches a lesson. A very deep and important lesson viz: if you have an overly chubby face and double chins, don’t go getting your hair cut out of a desire to restore the cosmos’ s balance.

    That ain’t ever gonna happen and you’ll spend the next 3 months looking like a super-chunky female but with nicely perky hair!

    Ah catharsis. Thou art overrated and seldom achieved in one go!

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    I have a cook who comes in 6 days a week. We aren’t rich or anything but this is how things kind of work out in India. Lots of easily available people for the cooking and cleaning. Frees you up to have a career, just waste your time watching the t.v, do something constructive…anything!
    But totally frees you up from the cycle of cutting, chopping and cooking.

    My husband had been grumbling that the food hadn’t been upto par of late and I decided to step into the kitchen and dole out something different from what our cook usually makes round the week.

    I got some fresh chicken from the butcher and just set about chopping up all the veggies (and one fungus) I found in the fridge.

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    The bed of veggies to cushion the clucks.

    Lightly sauteed they were and then got packed into the microwave to cook whatever little life might have been left in them. Veggies are living things too you know. Yay Greenpeace!

    Anyhow it was simple and I enjoyed hearing the sear and sizzle of the food cooking. My very own snap, crackle and pop if you will…and there we were 20 minutes later.

    So either the dinner’s palatable and the Lord&Master is a happy camper or he stops complaining about the cook’s cooking because the alternative aint that good either.

    Cheers people. Have a good weekend.

  • Movie Review: Home

    MLM has summer holidays and it’s driving me up the wall. A movie seemed like a good way to get him to climb other walls outside the home.

    And because it’s his summer vacation I’ll keep it short.

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    Barring the creation of the Boovs where Jim Parson’s Sheldon Cooper-manner of talking, albeit with grammatical errors, gets an extension into the realm of animation; there is nothing new in this movie.

    Cliches galore. Hackneyed. The music is predictable. Rihanna is more likeable as a toon than in real life.
    And NO…am not being unduly bitchy. The movie is strictly for the kids.

    Even the ending is like Chicken Little’s.
    Take your kids for it and drift off. Or do what I did…guzzle down nachos while waiting for yet another predictable outcome.

  • My father sends me a lot of forwards. And when I say a lot I mean a lot. And I used to be the Queen of Forwards once upon a time.

    But some of his forwards are truly entertaining. Like this one.

    Read on and chuckle! I particularly LMAO’ed on #6.

    Enjoy-

    FIRST DEGREE
    A married couple were asleep when the phone rang
    at 2 in the morning.The very blonde wife picked up the phone, listened a moment and said ‘How should I know, that’s 200 miles from here!’ and hung up.
    The husband said, ‘Who was that?’

    The wife answered, ‘I don’t know, some woman wanting to know if the coast is clear.’

    SECOND DEGREE
    Two blondes are walking down the street. One notices a compact on the sidewalk and leans down to pick it up. She opens it, looks in the mirror and says, ‘Hmm, this person looks familiar.’

    The second blonde says, ‘Here, let me see!’
    So, the first blonde hands her the compact.
    The second blonde looks in the mirror and says,
    ‘You dummy, it’s me!’

    THIRD DEGREE
    A blonde suspects her boyfriend of cheating on her, so she goes out and buys a gun. She goes to his apartment unexpectedly and when she opens the door she finds him in the arms of a redhead. Well, the blonde is really angry. She opens her purse to take out the gun, and as she does so, she is overcome with grief. She takes the gun and puts it to her head.

    The boyfriend yells, ‘No, honey, don’t do it!!!’
    The blonde replies, ‘Shut up, you’re next!’

    FOURTH DEGREE
    A blonde was bragging about her knowledge of state capitals.
    She proudly says, ‘Go ahead, ask me, … I know ’em all.’

    A friend says, ‘OK, what’s the capital of Wisconsin?’
    The blonde replies,’Oh, that’s easy .. it’s W.’

    FIFTH DEGREE
    Q: What did the blonde ask her doctor when he told her she was pregnant?
    A: ‘Is it mine?’

    SIXTH DEGREE
    Bambi, a blonde in her fourth year as a UCLA Freshman, sat in her US Government class. The professor asked Bambi if she knew what Roe vs. Wade was about.

    Bambi pondered the question; then, finally, said, ‘That was the decision George Washington had to make before he crossed the Delaware.’

    SEVENTH DEGREE
    Returning home from work, a blonde was shocked to find her house ransacked and burglarized. She telephoned the police at once and reported the crime. The police dispatcher broadcast the call on the radio, and a K-9 unit, patrolling nearby, was the first to respond.

    As the K-9 officer approached the house with his dog on a leash, the blonde ran out on the porch, shuddered at the sight of the cop and his dog, then sat down on the steps. Putting her face in her hands, she moaned, ‘I come home to find all my possessions stolen. I call the police for help, and what do they do? They send me a BLIND policeman!’

    For all the blondes (men and women) reading this post, feel flattered. None of the other hair colors get this kind of press. We’re all just jealous. Yeah, that’s it. GEL-US-EE.

     

     

  • Daily Positives

    Inspired by @kelzbelzphotography, I too will start a daily positives post. I will start but endeavor to have something positive to post daily.

    This post is a retrospective one or should it be a retrograde one? Anyhow it’ll be a retro something for sure!
    So here goes:

    Yesterday I took my brat shopping in the shopping mall where we’ve had the maximum meltdowns and “incidents” and he was a DOLL! He didn’t rant about everything he wanted, didn’t clean the floor by rolling around, didn’t run off into the crowd and neither did he give me reason to screech like a bloody banshee in the midst of tons of strangers.
    For that I am PROFOUNDLY grateful.
    Amen.

  • One quarter down in 2015 and this is how far we’ve come or rather this is how much further we have to go…

    For a blog that was started on a whim and to simply gauge readership on WordPress the images below cause a smallish sense of achievement and quite a bit of “you go girl!” sentiments in moi.

    So readers…thank you. My muses and I are geared up with more of this in 2015.

    Our readers literally are a global audience:

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    These are the hits on this blog since its inception:

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    And these are what people have chosen to read:

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    *Takes a quick little bow*