Monday, October 31, 2011

Spaghetti Kitchen Powai

Entered into the restaurant expecting good food as had great take out a week earlier. Liked the decore which was very rustic Italian Bistro. Nice Ambiance didnt have loud music playing which was good so people could talk. Very family friendly restaurant . Many families were sitting and enjoying their food in a nice hum of conversation. Ordered the penne in white sauce again. Pic below
Penne in white sauce with chicken and broccoli

Had the Sea food Marinara Was great. Never having had a sea food marinara i was pleasantly Surprised 
The only complaint I have is that there was only one Mussel a few prawns squid and fish were plenty. Next time will try it with just the Mussels and let u know how that went. I generally have the mussels in wine sauce. Will review that if they have it.
Sea food Marinara
Half  Eaten Sea food Marinara

Always on the look out for a good steak place like all good carnivores should be. Had the Steak di manzo with mushroom sauce. They give you an option of pepper sauce havent tried that yet. But the steak was cooked well loved the mushroom sauce and this comming from my BF who is not a fan of mushroom. I did eat 1/4 cause i had to wrestle it away from him unlike the asparagus which he hates and i luv :). The Sides were Great as well mashed potatoes and a rubix cube like carrot which i really appreciated :). The Croquettes were nice as well all just lightly looked with still a crunch to them. Pretty plate isn't it?

Steak Di Manzo

Chocolate Bomb

Really loved the chocolate bomb it was nice and warm and soft with melted chocolate inside :) Yummy. they served it with a cold scoop of vanilla with chocolate sauce. Included both the pics of before and after i dug into my bomb and it all exploded into a chocolate river. Now who can complain about a chocolate river not me :) Loved it :)

Overall good experience we ordered 3 mains and dessert out of which only one the penne in white sauce needed a little tweaking. Would prefer it with a Bachenel (made with flour and butter)sauce like the french instead of a milk sauce which smelt too milky for my liking. Would I go again Sure I would. Would like to try out there mini pizzas as well till next time folks happy eating :)

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Love Hats always makes me think of the RACES

Philip Treacy Hat line 2011.......London milliner (Hat Maker). Galleries of haute couture and ready to wear hat collections. 

I wonder why we didnt pick up the Hat wearing tradition from the British. Picked up almost everything else. Hats always remind me of the Scene from "MY FAIR LADY" the movie where Eliza is taken to the races in a black and white gown with a lovely hat and everyone around her is equally dressed up Rather Poshly :) i would say.
She is learning to speak proper english and manners. she carries herself off very well until the race begins and her horse is behind where she yells out to the horse in her thick uncultured voice " Move your blooming Arse" 
Its Funny as hell and a classic to boot. Would recommend everyone see it. Back to topic...Loving the hats . They are a piece of Art to look at but would i stick one on my head. Would u???  I think not. Simply because the aesthetic hasn't been accepted in India at all. Would stick out like a sore thumb dont u think. 

The Most Famous hat fiasco to in the recent times has been about  Princess Beatrice toilet hat. Shes is the daughter of Prince Andrew (brother of Prince Charles) and Sarah Ferguson...She looked like she wore a Toilet lid on her head. This Fiasco was at the  April wedding of Prince William to Kate Middleton, who are now known as the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge.

posting the picture from the NY times. She in turn sold the hat on Ebay for
UNICEF and for children in crisis charities :) smart girl....

 and she had been the only royal to complete a Marathon till date :) yippie for the Royal women :)

Whats ur opinion about hats???Love them or LEave them??

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Restless in unending Purgatory (poem by Raahila Ladhani)

This Day I Sit and Stare into the naked air.
Waiting for my love to Begin Anew.
My heart to heal and peace to settle in my Weary soul.
My Restless Heart Walks, to wait for sleep to come.
To dream of a Better tomorrow.
But None come to me ,my love.
A restless heart beats, to the Drum of evil time that slips away from my Palm ,taking with its Grains of sand, my love, my peace , my patience.
Left is Forlorn ,Forsaken,Impatient me.
Restless in Unending PURGATORY
Unable to live.
Unable to Die .
Not to be me and FOR U NOT TO BE MINE.....

Rumor of Angels (Poem By Raahila Ladhani)

I heard a rumor of angels.
People said to me. I scoffed and walked it off.
Until i saw your hand reach for me.
I have missed you so much this Year thats gone by.
Everyday I wish for you to be.

I heard a rumor of Angels and didn't think there was one for me. 
Until you left my hand and had no time for goodbyes.
You went away, one ordinary day.
No Fireworks, no warnings , no tearful goodbyes.

I miss your smile ,your crazy eyes ,your mad acrobats ,your almost complaining.
I hate the people i meet now ,most all of them without you protecting me, judging them.
Your sweet embrace, your mad antics, I long for.

Run free my darling.
The big tomato farm in the sky awaits you.
Forgive me for my Limiteless stupidity my one true love.
I pray I should see you once again. 
My rumored Angel my life long love. 
Words fails me  i miss you now more than ever.


Sabyasachi Sarangi's photos
Dear, meet this wonderful mumbaikar.

Qualities of an Exemplary Human being.......Must read

Exact Narration by an auto-rickshaw passenger,

Suvendu Roy of Titan Industries, who shares his inspirational encounter with a rickshaw driver in Mumbai:

One Sunday, my wife, kid, and I had to travel to Andheri from Bandra. When I waved at a passing auto rickshaw, little did I expect that this ride would be any different...

I looked in front and there was a small TV. The driver had put on the Doordarshan channel.

My wife and I looked at each other with disbelief and amusement. In front of me was a small first-aid box with cotton, dettol and some medicines.

This was enough for me to realize that I was in a special vehicle.

Then I looked round again, and discovered more - there was a radio, fire extinguisher, wall clock, calendar, and pictures and symbols of all faiths

- from Islam and Christianity to Buddhism, Hinduism and Sikhism.

There were also pictures of the heroes of 26/11- Kamte, Salaskar, Karkare and Unnikrishnan.

I realized that not only my vehicle, but also my driver was special.

I started chatting with him and the initial sense of ridicule and disbelief gradually diminished.

I gathered that he had been driving an auto rickshaw for the past 8-9 years; he had lost his job when his employer's plastic company was shut down.

He had two school-going children, and he drove from 8 in the morning till 10 at night.

No break unless he was unwell. "Sahab, ghar mein baith ke T.V dekh kar kya faida? Do paisa income karega toh future mein kaam aayega."

We realized that we had come across a man who represents Mumbai – the spirit of work, the spirit of travel and the spirit of excelling in life.

I asked him whether he does anything else as I figured that he did not have too much spare time.

He said that he goes to an old age home for women in Andheri once a week or whenever he has some extra income, where he donates tooth brushes, toothpastes, soap, hair oil, and other items of daily use.

He pointed out to a painted message below the meter that read: "25 per cent discount on metered fare for the handicapped.

Free rides for blind passengers up to Rs. 50.

My wife and I were struck with awe. The man was a HERO!

A hero who deserves all our respect!!!

Our journey came to an end;

45 minutes of a lesson in humility, selflessness, and of a hero-worshiping Mumbai, my temporary home.

We disembarked, and all I could do was
to pay him a tip that would hardly cover a
free ride for a blind man.

I hope, one day, you too have a chance to meet Mr Sandeep Bachhe in his auto rickshaw: MH-02-Z-8508.

Be a Reason for Million Smiles…. But Never be a reason for even a single Grudge…..

The Above Photo and write up are credited to Mr Sabyasachi Sarangi and Suvendu Roy of Titan Industries.

Mr Sabyasachi Sarangi Graciously allowed me to reproduce it for my blog as i wanted to share this inspiring story with my fellow bloggers. This should be shining India. Helping each other should be how we operate and live in this world. Where our very existence makes life easier for everyone else. In India especially the differently able ( Handicapped) find it hard and every day existence is a daunting task. In this melee of upheaval and limitations imposed by a lack of facilities and overflowing populous. There is a man who is helping as much as he can. It stands to question. Have We are people of little or more means done anything??? Let alone as much as we can. Complaints come easy to us. Fighting is second nature. But being Grateful for what we have and helping our fellow man comes very hard. In a place which overflows with population. People that are able are treated with disdain and abruptness. We don't have time to help our own people let alone someone else. Animals are mostly there to torment as we walk by. Hit or throw stones at. What we don't understand or are familiar with being foreign to us is treated badly. I love animals perhaps even more so than most people I know. Anyone who knows me knows this about me. Hating the way the so called bottom of the barrel or the lowest of the low are treated.  Will write more about this and its tangent stories later. Rite now just wanting to leave you my reader with this inspiring story and hoping to make you think about doing your part in Helping and Caring.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Over Connected Under Educated OVer Privileged and Definitely Depressed

I do Like to be connected but there is something as 'BOUNDARIES' people...there is such a thing as too much information. Don't know how the Kardashians do it. Everything out there even their toilet habits which i find very very disturbing. Everyone Draws a different line in the sand about whats out for public consumption and whats not. Reality TV scripted is sometimes too weird. The show about people eating weird stuff like soap, clay, glass etc is kinda weird. Even the Celeb shadowing paparazzi is crazy. Movie Stars Tv stars are just people and some crazy headlines about them are way over the top and always All News is Earth shattering. I always wonder why ? Why is someone going to the freaking restaurant earth shattering. When there is so much else going on. Politically, Environmentally and in our own lives.....Addiction to Drama is a serious issues happens to us all. Life is not a Hindi movie or any movie for that matter. People expect more and are often disappointed that there are no many highs and hopefully not many lows. Everything being OK is something we need to learn to get used to. As everything on TV and movies even Ads tell us different. Everything is about Instant gratification. Buy this and instantly u will get the life of your dreams or use this and u will get the man of your dreams. More about this later :) Storm happening at the construction site rite now :) have to run :) Hide :) and save myself

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Easing myself into the chaos

So used to having a cause to rebel against when i was growing up it was the parental unit and now on my own I miss that.
It was so easy knowing what Path to take. It was the path that my parents were dead against. A lot of people have been asking me to blog for a few years now and I always resisted. Didn't want to blog because it meant that i would have to write down and make an effort to state my opinions. Didn't know if anyone would bother to read it.  Wouldn't want to offend people with my blog. Most importantly didn't want people to know what I was thinking.
Live and Let live and love is my policy in life. Most definitely I have a relaxed sense of morality. I pride myself not having fit into a box or a stereotypical Trait of any kind. With all these contradictions being visited and re visited every time i meet someone new I don't like talking about myself especially in cultural strict societies since i can just see people trying to fit me into these detestable Boxes of assumptions. Let me know if you feel the same. Happy travels.