Foodies In My life.

Sandeep a foodie if ever one, escorted me home one evening last week from the park and spent some time at home with me, Ranjan and Manjiree talking about, no need to hold your breath, restaurants.

Manjiree mentioned the name of a restaurant that Sandeep must go to before going back to the UK. I could see the latter drooling about the possibility of having some good Greek food. Yes, the name was Zorba The Zen- Gastro Pub. I had never heard of the place, but apparently my foodie son and daughter in love had been there a number of times,

All that I could think of on hearing the name was this.

What Would You Do In The Long Term?


Yes, Pravin, you read me right. I would die in the long term.

I just could not resist the temptation to come up with that opening. Pravin who suggested this week’s LBC topic takes life and himself too seriously. This will shock him but eventually he will agree.

I have drawn my inspiration from the following famous quote.

“But this long run is a misleading guide to current affairs. In the long run we are all dead. Economists set themselves too easy, too useless a task, if in tempestuous seasons they can only tell us, that when the storm is long past, the ocean is flat again.”
~ John Maynard Keynes.

It would only be fair to Pravin however, that I leave some analysis of the quote from Keynes.

You can see what the other writers of the LBC have to say in their respective blogs.  Maria, Pravin and Shackman.

It Is A Small World.

On the way back from Thane with my two ex colleagues last week as I had written, I was encouraging one of them SD,  also an alumnus from my Business School, to take active part in our local alumni activities as he had recently moved to Pune and had not yet started to participate. During the conversation, I mentioned a name AB,  active in alumni activities and quite famous in alumni circles as being a successful entrepreneur.  It turned out that SD and AB were in the same hostel block at the institute and played for block team in foot ball and knew each other well.

Lo and behold, while these things were being discussed, the other friend DK in the car turned around and asked, “Did you mention AB?”   On being answered in the affirmative, he says that AB was his nephew!  It also turned out that DK had lost contact with AB for decades due to the former’s  transferable career.

I called AB on the phone later and he was flabbergasted!  He simply said, “It’s a small world!” I now await the right opportunity to put SD and AB in touch with each other as well as DK and AB.

Last week, another friend PC from Delhi, posted on Facebook that he had written a book that had just been released in the market. I bought the book from Amazon and to give some publicity to the book shared the fact on Facebook. Later on, another friend from Pune who also is a friend of PC, commented on the post that she did not know that I knew PC! I explained to her how PC’s son and Ranjan were classmates in school in Delhi way back in the early 80s and had reestablished contact thanks to the social media.  Naturally, since the parents also had met at that time, PC and I reestablished contact too recently. And her response? “It’s a small world!”

Puran Poli.

I had Puran Poli for lunch today and there is a story behind that which,  I wish to share with my readers.

Yesterday was Pongal for us Tamilians and Makar Shankaranthi for Maharashtrians.

I am in residence in solitary splendour with the children away on vacation and Chutki our dog, away at a boarding kennel.

Our help Mangal came yesterday just to cook lunch for me before scooting back to celebrate Makar Shankaranthi with her family. She asked me what to cook for lunch and I promptly asked for Pongal as it was the festival day. She obliged and it was a grand meal that I had indeed.

Today when she announced lunch I was surprised to find Puran Poli on the table and I asked her what prompted her to make that. She confided that she had saved up some stuffing from the polis that she had made at her home yesterday and brought it to make Puran Poli for me today. And so, I had a grand festival meal today too!

I am blessed.


 was waiting for this photograph to come to write this post and it has just come in. This was taken on Friday the 13th when I had gone for a reunion with my old colleagues from more than a quarter century ago.   This was the reason that I had posted my weekly Friday LBC post a day earlier.

All these worthies live in and around Mumbai or in Pune.  Five more from my days with my employer than the six who had attended the lunch meeting about which I had written earlier had joined us and one who had attended the earlier meeting could not join us due to illness and another due to having been away at Kolkata. Two more could not attend as one was away in Dubai and the other in Ahmedabad.

You can see that the eleven characters here are anything but specimens who have frittered their lives away. Had the four who could not make it to the reunion attended, four more proofs would have been provided.  My association with them starts from 1970.  I had known some of them for forty plus years!

The reunion was at The Golden Swan Country Club in Thane which is located 165 Kms away from where I live. The very young looking gent at the rear row right extreme, is a member and had made the arrangements for us to meet and have lunch there.

I had picked up another resident from Pune where I live,  and the two of us picked up another attendee closer to Thane on the way. While returning I had dropped both of them from where I had picked them up in the morning.  It took us three and a half  hours on the way to the venue and four on the way back.

We had a grand time reminiscing about the old days and also discussing matters of greater current import.

A grand time was had by all and the next meeting’s date fixed for late July during the monsoon.

Indian spiritual tradition teaches us four principles and the First Principle states:
“Whomsoever you encounter is the right one”
This means that no one comes into our life by chance. Everyone who is around us, anyone with whom we interact, represents something, whether to teach us something or to help us improve a current situation.