I havent really asked anyone before I clicked their pictures.. ever.. period.. but suddenly out of no where I had this feeling that I should ask..alleast strangers on the road or in weird places that i pick my pictures from.

So it goes like this...Sunday was a good Sunday, especially because I slept off at 9 and had a good 12 hours sleep hoping to wake up as fresh as a fiddle to get back to work on Monday... but like ive seen.. its not always as I plan.. well .. its never as I plan..

I did sleep for 12 hours..but what happens after I wake up was not the plan..I guess you all would have felt this at some point in time..if you sleep too much, you wanna sleep more..and thats exactly how it was..and to facilitate the same I took the day off...fkk yeah I did take Monday off..what better way to avoid Monday Morning Blues..

Now i didnt quite have a plan to spend the day and by the time my friends left for work, i didnt feel like staying back anymore and was thinking if the decision was not the right one. Nonetheless.. I walked out into the streets looking for something to do and some errands to run.. and as usual life was dull till I came across Panditji.. yeah ur looking at him in the pictures..

So this guy was having a good time singing to himself and cleaning up his ride..I found the text somehow catchy.. Pandit Coach..Anus Ka.. literal translation would be Pandit is and Anus Coach.. how cool is that

Well not exactly..but all Hindi speaking people would know he knew someone, chic, lady, daughter, sister or someone whose name was AnusHka and he dangerously missed on the 'H'..more so coz of his dialect.. I was really in for taking a snap of this, but I thought would be weird if I clicked and posted and didnt ask him if I could do it..

So I did.. Here is how the conversation shaped up: (translated to english..i dont know why)

Me: Can I take a picture of you and your rick
Pandit: Why?
Pandit: Are you from the Media? (almost getting ready for the shot, just in case I took an impromptu one)
Me: Im not from the Media.. Im just new to the city (daaiimmm i lied.. and how does being new to the city justify me taking his picture)
Pandit: Should I finish cleaning up my ride or do you wanna take it just like that { now hes tucking his shirt and shit.. so i know hes up for it}
Me: Lets click one and see how it comes through (clicked)
Pandit: This is good
Pandit : Come sit in my rick. I have nothing to do. lets chat
Me: Cool. This is good shit
Me: So now that you are a Pandit, you would have been to the Ram Leela for Dashera
Pandit: Yes I had..
Pandit: Infact I dont know if you already know this, but Ravan was from here
Me: Here as in. Noida or UP
Pandit: Noidaa.. thats where he was from .. there is a small village some 12 Km from Noida and he was there..they have a temple for Ravan apparently there
Me: Whatttt.. (almost had a smile on my face..Decided its time to leave)

So i went home and did some research and Ravan wasnt born in Noida..or Uttar Pradesh.. but so much for the insight and time given to me by Pandit..Coach..


Till then..

For a world where people could be mapped to their birth places like IP addresses

Godwin's mom had come in for a month and we have had a few dinner sessions at his place.. with biryani and ice creams among other things.. It was now time for her to had back home and accordingly a good bye dinner..

So now that none of us cook or cook as well as she can.. so it was decided well hit the Mall..

Parikshith, Anish and me reached early...have no clue why {parikshith is the guy with the short crop.. id like to keep it that way and not talk too much about the vegetation..Anish is Anish.. hes wearing his tee.. so it aint too hard to find him.. }

So we decided to start off with some MoMos and Fruit Beer.. no its not a beer variant we drink usually, but they had an offer ..sorry to say the MoMos were not well done and I didnt try the fruit beer...btw..MoMos are the favorite munchie around here in Noida and NCR..only second to the Parathas..have no clue why.. but the north east influence is huge here...weird..MoMos helped me live when I had the Gall Bladder stone.. they are boiled and have meat.. so I could feast on them..

Sahil decided to eat south indian.. and we hit this place Kaustubh.. anyone with that name and reading this doesnt need to feel proud about it.. because this place was a total rip off for any Udipi or south indian eatery in India.. One Hundred Fkkin Fourty rupees for a Dosa.. 75 for steam rice.. what are u selling.. have u lost it..

nonetheless they didnt have much left in the kitchen..{yeah places in Noida are shut at 11.. and are almost in no mood to serve by 10:30..sucks}..so we had a good excuse to walk out..

Next door was Nirula's which is like the McDonalds of NCR..the most popular indian chain ive seen in the NCR..people just love them..and they too were almost retiring..

Luckily we had Street Foods of India who were glad to have us there and entertain our pallets..the order is as below:

Murag Malai Tikka -- The Chicken was pulled out of the Tandoor way too early.. and the marination hadnt seeped through the meat

Meat Platter -- The starters were good. Best was the Seekh Kebab and the Galouti Kebab.. obviously they were least in number

Kadai Chicken -- Id have it again.. it had a good after taste to it with a good creamy gravy for the chicken

Mutton Rogan Josh -- The best thing on our table..and it got over before we knew it had arrived

Paneer Kadai -- Yeah we had a vegetarian with us

Dal Makhani -- we had some Rotis left with us and like i said the meat was over soon

 

It was a good night all along..with good laughs and good food.. {daaiimmm i need to get back to bitching .. cant take too much of good ball talks}

Finished the Night off with The Angrez..the quintessential Hyderabadi essence captured in a movie.. must watch..especially if u know a hyderabadi

Till Then..

For a world where restaurants paid you to have their food