I have never had the good fortune of tasting the delicacies, this man sells. But I have seen many people enjoying the indigenous burgers with an Indian twist to the American fast food. Someday when my throat is strong enough to risk it, I'll be brave enough to taste it. :-)Show your love on Facebook! Click Like and make me smile :)
Monday, May 5, 2008
Burger Ala Streets
I have never had the good fortune of tasting the delicacies, this man sells. But I have seen many people enjoying the indigenous burgers with an Indian twist to the American fast food. Someday when my throat is strong enough to risk it, I'll be brave enough to taste it. :-)Sunday, May 4, 2008
Mother Dairy Booth
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The lifeline of Delhi. The Mother Dairy booths all across the city provide milk early in the morning and at evenings. I remember that as a kid I used to be especially excited to put the tokens through the token hole and watch the milk pour down. I really wish something as simple as that could excite me even today. :-)
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Asatyakaam
A still from a Bengali play titled 'Asatyakaam' that I saw today. Even though I do not understand the language but both the actors were so brilliant that they kept the audience in rapt attention. the story went as follows:A young man visits a lady in her middle-age. They engage in small talk with the boy exuding nervous energy. The boy reveals his identity and his father's name to the lady. She instantly recognises the man to be her son, whom she had left when he was just 5 years old. The young man questions his mother for the reasons she had left him. The mother cooks up a story, saying that his father had killed all her singing aspirations, was a sadist and behaved very badly with her. She adds that she left the father because she could not bear the brutal treatment JUST because she was an Indian girl. The son loses his temper and tells his mother that he knows that she was forced to leave his father because she had been impregnated by his father's best friend. The play ended with the son leaving his mother crying with tears of guilt that promise to ruin her life for all times to come.
It was not a happy story that I usually enjoy. But I was really impressed with the actors. The Son was excellent in projecting the anguish of a child, who was abandoned by his mother and had faced the hardships of life answering difficult questions about his own mother. The Mother on her part, was exceptional in adorning the role of a woman who made a choice earlier in life, a choice that makes her guilty but at the same time the good things that come with this new life are worth forgetting the injustice she met out to her son. I had goosebumps after watching her express remorse at the end of the play.
Hope you liked the story too. :-)
Friday, May 2, 2008
PGI Building of RML Hospital
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This is a swanky building being readied for the students pursuing their Post Graduation in Medicine from Ram Manohar Lohia Hospital. I walk past this building everyday but I though of capturing it only today. This proves the old adage 'Sometimes it takes a lot of time for you to see things in front of your eyes.' :-)
