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Hey y'all,

Breakfast for me is always Dosa and occasionally semiya/sevai/upma. And very rarely do I take cornflakes/chia seeds pudding/maggi. It has been so very long that I wanted to go out for breakfast on a Sunday. But I have to get back home after church before the closing of  my favorite mutton stall. Last time when I went out for breakfast was in Darjeeling at the legendary Keventers. There are many cafes in Kolkata, which provide scrumptious breakfast - The Whistling Kettle, Soul cafe, Eat me good and it would be a sin if I miss the legendary Flury's. There is even a book about this tearoom.


So this week our Sunday started on a crispy note, as we were getting ready to go to St. Paul's Cathedral after almost 2-3 weeks. After finishing our mass, we headed to Flury's for breakfast (Mutton was taken care of!). Coming to this cafe, this cafe was started around 1930's by the Britishers and this place still has a vintage aura around it.

I have been to this cafe thrice in the last 2 years, once with William, once with my mom and once alone. But every time I go, it feels like visiting the British era all new, thanks to those big round pillars, black and white chequered marbles, the glass walls overlooking the street, the chandeliers,etc. The place serves you authentic English breakfast with Ham and Cheese stuffed omelette and beans on toast as their Heritage favorites.

What we ordered:
Will ordered English breakfast and Assam tea for him and I ordered French Toast with watermelon juice for me. Coming to the menu, English breakfast has 2 toasts with butter and jam, 2 eggs - sunny side up, 1 roasted tomato, 2 hash browns, 2 bacon rashes and 2 sausages. The rashes are long, medium-rare and juicy pieces. The sausages are one of the best I have ever had. They don't taste like old frozen cuts, instead they taste fresh and tender and very soft. I would have loved mashed potatoes with this but hash browns filled the spot.
My French toast had 2 long egg battered cinnamon cakes with some fruits and maple syrup. When I saw what was on my plate, I was so sure it would not be a filling one. Alas, when I finished my first toast, it was almost filling! I had to share the next one with Will.





Experience:
The experience was not that great mainly because of the waiting time. After being used to 20 mins waiting time at Flury's, 40 minutes was exhausting. You read that right, 40 bloody minutes!! You might want to argue about the vibe of the place but enjoying the vibe for 40 minutes is little too much. There were many angry customers who left the place after waiting for a ridiculously long time. So this time my experience was not pleasant, but very irritating. The careless waiters don't seem to notice even if you wave at them. I already started dreaming about my soon-to-be lunch Mutton Biryani :( When I started getting this irritated stares from William, even I wanted to get out of the place but thankfully the meal came before that.

If paying the bill could be counted as an 'experience', let me warn you about burning hole in your pocket. The prices are insanely expensive. English breakfast was for Rs. 580 and French toast was for Rs. 450. After GST, it felt like having the breakfast with Mr. Modi and Ms. Didi.

Overall, it was good food if the experience is ignored. Once in a while, there is nothing wrong in treating yourself at this tearoom. Flury's as a bakery is top notch and no body in this city can compete with the pastries of Flury's, but, as a restaurant, Flury's should not sit back relaxed and enjoy the legacy. There are other vintage cafes catching up with better hospitality and cheaper price. Whistling Kettle serves you authentic English breakfast all the way from Darjeeling's Keventers. Serafina offers you original Italian breakfast with great hospitality. The Country House Cafe doesn't burn a hole in your pocket. Milee Droog cafe and Bistro offers are good. So Flury's should keep this in mind and serve their customers with a happy grin :) :) Would love to visit this place again but not in the near future.

Much love,
Sindhura.



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Hey peeps, What's up there?

After quite a hiatus, feels wonderful to post again.

Lets's start the tale, shall we?
Who hasn't travelled in city buses? All of us, right? Like it or not, you cannot ignore the experience. We get to meet lot of people; rude ones, attention seekers, girl with a smiling face, boy whose mobile game mode on, that adamant kid who make you swear not to have kids in your life and what not?! I gonna share some of my experiences travelling in Kolkata bus. And at the end of the day, they brought smile to my lips.

So I have thyroid for the past 10 years and the medication is intake of a tiny tablet every morning before breakfast. That's all and you are ready to face the world. My ideal weight should be 52-55 kgs which I successfully maintained for nearly 9 years. Not deliberately though. My system just refused to gain weight but tummy. And now my weight just shot up to 65 kgs in one year. My mom calls me idly moonji (idly face - just 2 big idlys stuffed inside my mouth on each side). Sometimes she is very concerned that I am exceeding my ideal weight way too much. On the contrary, my MIL likes to see me this fat bahu. To her, the more you weigh, the more happy, healthy and wealthy you are. I never bothered about my weight until I started travelling in Kolkata public buses. So what's motivated me? The seats!! Whoa, the seats of the buses are so long that only one and a half bum (butt cheek) could fit in. The person occupying the window seat occupies 3/4th of the seat and the person sitting on the aisle occupies the remaining space adjusting half bum to sit on that.

the actual space

I am sure I must have gotten lots of blessings from so many people because I always offered my aisle seat. And if I sit next to the window, I am that rude, brutal, arrogant and unkind woman. I try to occupy the 3/4th of the seat and still someone would sit next to me, squeeze me after squeezing themselves to fit in. What if I happen to sit on the aisle? I came up with this hack. Sit sidewards; perpendicular to the person sitting next to you. In this way , you can cover both bums to fit in the seat. You are not comfortable, you sit on the edge of the seat. But that's okay. I can sit with two bums now and this idea is breeze. Like this :

my hack!!!
But wait, the driver brakes the bus and before you realize this, your head bangs on the handle bar and you slide zuuuuing to the front with your bum hitting the front seat after your cheeks. So let's stick to being the one who is kind enough to offer the aisle seat. 

And now I stand up.
A girl steps on my toe's little finger with her block heels.
Me undergoes excruciating pain because just a day ago I hit my little finger on the sides of the table, and just few minutes ago someone else stepped on the same finger with her wedge heels. 

Also Me: Looks at the person who stamped on my little finger. Tries to stare at her. Nope, she just won't see me. My deadly stare gets wasted.
She kisses her fingers and walks off. Seriously? Aren't you supposed to kiss my hurting kutty little finger? Okay Po, I forgive you.



During my initial days in Calcutta I called everyone by 'Sir'; autowala, conductor, grocery shop person, dhobiwala and everyone who are part of my life. That's how we address everyone in Bangalore. And then, my husband told me to address everyone as Dada convincing me that's 'respected Mister' in Bangla. Just utter the word now and feel. So much love and respect oozing out, na. I started addressing everyone as Dada. Coming back to my bus tales, everyone in the bus called me Didi. Didi please move, Didi hold this bag, stuff like that.. I always had this impression that Didi means 'Miss' as opposed to Dada meaning Mister. And now after one year of ignorance, I recently came to know that Didi means elder sister. 
My reaction: What?! Come again!! Yes, Didi means elder sister. 
WTH, I allowed everyone to call me Didi. Right from bus conductor, to senior people asking for my seat, elders to hold their bag, mothers of school kids proclaiming me as Didi to them, same mothers proclaiming me as Didi to their kids also. "Didi hold my Beta's bag", "Beta, sit on Didi's lap" 
My reaction: Dude, I myself am sitting on half bum. Me Looks at Beta and says, "You sit Beta". And then I see the mother taking my seat (WTF, I offered the seat to your Beta) and making her Beta sit on her lap while beta sliding zuuuuing to the front seat before me placing my palm so that her Beta doesn't hit his head. A deadly stare from the mother. (Really? I just saved your son's head). Deadly stare continues......

And by this time the bus unloads half of the passengers at famous stops and me again combing for the window seat. Everyday story and I am loving it.

Lots of love.











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Pic 1 and 2 : My phone
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The Bill has been passed and now no one can impose on us Tamils what should be done and what shouldn't be done. Thank you TamilNadu youngsters for standing up for us, our culture and tradition, for our native breeds and most of all, our farmers. Chennai people, you are the best. Thanks for conducting the protest peacefully and staying strong and united. The more I heard from my friends on what's happening at Marina, the more I missed being there. Thanks for setting an example of how a protest should be done and how to achieve anything and everything staying united even with such a huge volume of people.


Few unfortunate incidents happened which distorted the cause of the protest and thank you for waking up to the situation. The riots at the last day caused by some anti social elements should be condemned. Happy the way things turned out gradually during these 5 days. Pepsi and Coke banned in many places and now youngsters don't want to drink those (side effects of the protest).
This protest showed the real faces of many. The super stars who are superstars because of us never stood for us. Each and every political party took credit for this protest saying it was started by them. The guys whom we bashed for nonsense songs actually stood for us. The guy whom we always trolled for his remarks actually gave insights about the Law and Order, even though he is from another state. They created awareness about #Jallikattu and made us realize our native breeds are on the verge of extinction because of foreign corporates. Always indebted.
Chennai floods showed how selfless we are. Wardah showed how strong we are and finally this protest showed how united we are.
A proud Tamilian and a proud Indian.
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Hey everyone!!

Hope all’s well.

Anyways, here I am, finally mustered some courage to write a blog post. Is it bad to feel jittery? I hope it doesn’t matter.

Coming to the post, I know the topic looks all clichéd but I thought why not share something about the city I relocated to. And this city Is rightly called City of Joy - Calcutta. Before I moved here, one of my friends suggested that I read the book City of Joy to mentally prepare myself to face the city. But experience is altogether different from reading, na?

The first Impression:

Landed NSCBA and was on my way to Camac Street where my accommodation was arranged. The weather was fine. Humidity and Pollution are to watch out for. Not surprising almost all metropolitan cities face this problem. The surprising factor was, those huge huge flyovers criss-crossing the city was all black. Not a hint of paint on them. Now, this you don’t find in a major metro city. Dirty roads, worn out buildings, city buses and now these flyovers convinced me that the city is not well developed and immediately did I dislike the city. People are rude and judgmental. No one speaks English here. Lot of Immigrants and everyone speaks Bangla and not even Hindi (I don’t know Hindi too – like thoda thoda!!). People are not friendly and they don’t smile at each other. Even If I smile at them, they don’t smile back at me. A non-friendly, dirty city. Uff!!!


source ~ thehindu.com


               
Where am I from??

OK, I am from a small town in Tamil Nadu, Erode which is sandwiched between Salem and Coimbatore, two tier-2 cities. This Erode never made me feel like I was stuck In a town because all those dress shopping were done in Coimbatore and Erode did have high end departmental stores to boast for. All my holidays were either spent in Coimbatore or in Bangalore.

I moved to Bangalore for collegiate. And boy, was I mesmerized by the beauty of the city. Awesome weather, lots of malls, great places to hangout, and EVERYONE TALKED IN ENGLISH. I never had the feeling of being an outsider because even the autowala spoke English. Kannada and Hindi were widely spoken and I never had the need to learn a new language because English was always there for me. My aunt house, well cultured people, not so rude autowalas, beautiful weather, huge spectacular buildings, etc. made me instantly appoint Bangalore as my second home. I was so happy there until the feeling of moving to Kolkata kicked in.

Just wanted to double check whether Kolkata would be as awesome as Bangalore (or at least Coimbatore), I immediately booked a flight to Kolkata to get a feel of the city. #NowReadMyFirstImpression

Second and lasting Impression:

No, I am not going to write about Howrah, Victoria Memorial, Eden Garden, City’s love for football, Mocambo & Flury’s etc. The topic is clichéd and talking about these things will be over the top clichéd.

It’s been 10 months since I moved to the city. I’d been wanting to write this post since 9 months, just a month after I moved In, but always post-poned waiting to dislike the city In any manner. Oh-oh that didn’t happen! Kolkata is one of the oldest cities of India and has rich cultural heritage to it. The vintage aura is all over the place and you can feel it. The tram, the vintage buildings and the language they speak - The glory of the city hasn’t faded. People do mind their own business but if you ask them for a help, they come out of their way to help you and guide you. Yes, the city has forced me to learn a new language and that’s been a pleasure.  

Q: Am I annoyed that people don’t talk English? 
A: Absolutely no, coz this reminds me of TN and the rich cultural heritage that we have always been proud of. By the way, we still haven’t allowed Hindi in our state.

Q: Am I annoyed that not much malls are present here to hangout?
A: Absolutely no, street shopping is fun as well. I do my shopping at New Market as well as Simaaya.

Q: Are people stingy?
A: No, they are spend thrifts.

Q: Am I annoyed that bridges are not painted? 
A: Absolutely no, those bridges speak COAL to me and lastly I checked most of the fly-overs are painted blue and white and the whole stretch lit up in serial lights. It’s a delight to watch at night.
Source ~  namasteindiatrip.com
                                                                                                          
I get to experience all four seasons in this city and oh-so-winter is the most beautiful climate here. The city is one of the best corporations. It is lot better than BBMP of Bangalore. The city may not be clean but it Is green. SO much green that it has lots of trees to absorb everyday pollution. Pond in every area and parks at every street, it is better than Bangalore in many ways.


Source ~  indiatimes.com
Let’s talk about the much dreaded traffic. The traffic is huge but there is always a momentum in traffic and the vehicle doesn’t stay at one place for two bloody hours like Bangalore. Btw, the city has well connected transport network and metro has been operating since 1984.

Source ~  indiatoday.in

Every other month there is a celebration coming up and oh-so-colourful Durga Pujo is the most happening here. Calcutta is defined by this festival. The city gathers together to celebrate this festival irrespective of religion. Pandals are organised in every street and you can feel that distinct scent of Durga Pujo in the air, literally (this beautiful fragrance is felt only in the period of Durga Pujo). I noticed a strange thing that brought smile to my lips. Boys are pampered very much and girls are all over the place. I witnessed girls dancing dappanguthu while boys walking silently in almost all Ma Durga processions. Cool, na?



This morning I witnessed this. And I just realized, love the city and all you see will be beautiful. What a beautiful city!!!


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