Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Bakery in Vienna, Austria

From our Swiss and Austria trip earlier in the Summer.



A display of breads in a tiny bakery in Vienna - steps from our friend's house. The bakery carried a variety of multi-grain breads and everything was "organic." The front counter displayed an assortment of dessert rolls, croissants, tarts, pastries and other savories. We'd nibble on an almond- or walnut-filled croissant and sip their superlative melange (espresso with hot milk!). Soon this became a routine. Whats not to love!

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Chai Time, Goa

Kamakshi Canteen, Ponda
After quickly performing the puja at the Ramnathi Devasthan, I sneak away to the canteen beside the front entrance. They make the best missal and ussal paav. As I gorge myself, I notice these two guys taking a Chai break. Both were engrossed in their own thoughts and did not speak to each other. Prolly none were needed. By their mere presence they seemed to support each other.

I loved the color of that wall and the wall calendars! Nice!

Sunday, July 16, 2006

Mee Mumbaikar!

Reading the blogs, I notice a subtle tension between those who refer to themselves as Mumbaikars or Mumbaiites. With no axe to grind, I call it as I see it.

When our city was called Bombay, we were all Bombayites. We are no longer Bombay, and the colonial-sympathizers need to just get on with the program.

But what do you call a resident of Mumbai? In my post from a few weeks ago, I reluctantly used Mumbaiite, even though it did not sound right. As the word rolled over my tongue, it seemed to catch. A cultural misfit - an elitist "ite" grudgingly grafted onto a gritty "Mumbai." So incongruous, as Laxmi would have intoned. If I had known then, I would have preferred Mumbaikar.

Mumbaikar has a certain resonance, characteristically Mumbai. In hindsight its seems so obvious - a perfect match of the indispensable marathi bai and the enigmatically reserved 'do-er', kar.

The "-ite" ending on Mumbai seems elitist, particularly in this graft. A sort of pseudo-phoren lingo, best vocalized with a western drawl and a flourish of the stylishly held cigarette. Walk down the streets of Mumbai today and can you imagine that paan wallah, fruit wallah, dabbah wallah or zhaddu wallah mouthing Mumbaiite? Guess not! Mumbaiite seems the exclusive domain of the Peddar Rd-stomping, Barista sipping crowd.

Yes, Mumbaiite is exclusive, in that it excludes the likes of Ramu busing tables at the tea shop, or these laborers pulling Haath Gaadis, or these folks enjoying vada paav. It excludes all those who make the city go, be it in fits and starts! Excludes those police - men and women, picking up the 'pieces' after the 7/11 terrorist acts. It excludes that fabled, but tired, Mumbai spirit.

Mumbaikar absolutely! It is more democratic, a social leveller, inviting everyone irrespective of which school you sudied at - if at all, irrespective of your social class. Mumbai belongs equally to those who ride posh cars and flick cigarette butts out the window, as it does to the sweepers picking up the butts. Mumbaikar, invites you to this city of broad shoulders and a big heart.

Portrait of a Mumbaikar: Street sweeper at the Gateway of India (previously posted).

x-posted from Arun Shanbhag's journal.

Sunday, April 30, 2006

Spring Flowers: Hyacinths and Tulips


These tiny grape hyacinths are the most abundant in my yard, and pop up in every nook and cranny. With blooms only a couple of inches tall, they get overlooked amongst the brilliantly proud tulips. Also because they are so tiny, they pose a particular challenge to photograph. I planned this composition for weeks, even before the tulips had started to bud, and crossed my fingers that by the time the tulips bloomed, the hyacinths would still be around.

On thursday as I walked home, the diffuse light of the setting sun wrapped this patch in a magical glow. I had to press my cheek to the pavement to have the tulips in the frame. Out-of focus, the tulips don't steal the show. Lest they throw tantrums, I got a few pics of them too. Enjoy!

2. Daffodils, hyacinths and a glowing bush provide the backdrop


3. Duet on a spring evening!


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