Tag Archives: Kala Ghoda

My Tired Feet

Two months back, I thought of myself as a walker.

I walked for fun. I walked for exercise. I walked to digest my dinner. I walked to clean my head. I walked so that I could watch strangers. I walked so that I could talk with friends.

After I started my experiment and gave up my car, I walked all the time. I tried waking up early so that I could walk from my house in Cuffe Parade to my office in Kala Ghoda before the sun came up. I tried leaving office early so that I could walk over to Marine Drive before the sun went down. I walked to Churchgate station to catch local trains to the suburbs. I walked to New Marine Lines to watch French movies at Alliance Francaise. I met up with friends and dates for a walk on Marine Drive, or Worli Sea Face, or Bandra’s Carter Road, or Juhu’s Chowpatty Beach.

The Joy of Gifting + My Craving for Aloo Parathas

When you can’t buy things, you learn to ask for things, and when you ask for things, you learn something about yourself and others.

Throughout last week, I have been asking my friends to make me aloo parathas.

It started last Sunday, when Kanishka and Avantika came over for lunch. My cooking range is limited to pasta and pulao so, if you eat at my place regularly, you might find the menu a little repetitive. Knowing that, I had made two different types of pasta — farfalle, bell peppers and spring onions in Mexican salsa sauce and casarecce and baby corn in cheese and wine sauce — and added mushrooms on toast as a side dish. However, I wasn’t really surprised when, five minutes into lunch, Avantika took a break from picking at her food and asked me —

Aren’t you bored of being off consumption yet?

Well, I’m not bored of being off consumption yet, but I am indeed tired of eating muesli, fruit, salad, sandwiches and pasta for breakfast, lunch and dinner, day after day. Avantika’s comment had seeded the craving in my mind and, by Monday evening, the craving has taken definite shape — aloo parathas.