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More famously known by its abbreviated form MTR is synonymous with the garden city and it old world charms.  A 100 meters from the Lalbagh botanical park, it is certainly not the fine dining place you would take an ‘unindianized’ visitor to. Or so I thought.  My brunch today was with a dozen or so fellow walkers from USA, Germany, France & Romania at MTR  after an amazing ‘Green Heritage walk’ just across the road at the Lalbagh botanical gardens.     More about the walk in yet another blog, for the heritage and history of MTR is itself worth a blog. There were no forks and knives, just the spoons and some paper napkins since the visiting were not used to 'hand wash'.  The fanfare served for the brunch was MTR’s signature dish – the Rava idli, a Masala Dosa and a Plain Dosa with generous helpings of ghee.  This was preceded by a Bangalore grape juice and followed by the Chandrahara a sweet from Karnataka and summed up b...

I am not the one given to splurging and impulsive buying.  But today was an exception. I saw this grandfather’s clock and fell in love with it. Like Laila (Katrina Kaif) would have said in ZNMD ‘Mujhe afsos karna nahi aata’, I went back, said to myself WTH and paid for this one.   Grandfather clock gets delivered tomorrow. I have now begun to wonder if my lovely little cuckoo clock will feel intimidated and neglected with the arrival of this Big ben of B-102. I just realized that he will be competing with her to chime in every half hour. Now; that was not a sceanrio I thought about when I gave in to my temptations this evening at the antique exhibition. The cuckoo clock came into my life on a similar surge of temptation about six years ago. I was on this solo - soul searching trip to Europe with a bunch of strangers that I never cared to befriend.  It was a  warm summer afternoon at   Munich’s central ...

'Aiyo shiva shiva !!! HALEEM ...aa . Non-veg theriyuma,   Aattu kaal soup' ... shrieked out amma, when I called her from Hyderabad airport to let her know I was packing some Pista house haleem for dinner. It came ot me as a surprise that Haleem by itself could be a familiar recollection in a Tam bram household. Atleast I had not heard of it before.   ‘ No, not really this is the vegetarian version ,’ I pleaded over the phone, cautiously adding that I had it yesterday for dinner and it was delicious. She sounded upset over her wayward daughter going astray eating non-vegetarian food   and god alone knows what else and would not have any of it at home. She said there was no way she would take a chance and declared the war against Haleem.   Vegetarian or otherwise. Not expecting such a ferocious reaction, I had already lugged three packed boxes of vegetarian Haleem in my checked in baggage with the hope that I would convert my folks at home...

Boarded the metro at Baiyappanahalli   this afternoon. As the train approached the station, was pleasantly surprised to discover that the driver on duty was a young   (and pretty) woman. Made a mental note to Google it up. A google search on ‘Namma Metro drivers’ and here is what it threw up. http://articles.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/2011-10-18/bangalore/30296422_1_metro-rail-bangalore-metro-delhi-metro   Picture courtesy – Hindustan times http://www.hindustantimes.com/photos-news/Photos-India/BangaloreMetro/Article4-759464.aspx Turns out that there are atleast two of them ( Priyanka and Rashmi) if not more. Way to Go …Namma Metro.   There are lessons to learn in diversity and inclusivity for us in the corporates to emulate.