26 January, 2010

a lifetime journey from Bombay to Mumbai

[Today being the Republic Day, I'm here sharing a is the true story based on the personal eventual life experience. Read the post patiently as the details in between is important to grasp for understanding the ultimate edge and twist of the tale present at the end. Kindly bear this as long post.]

I was a happy child barely ten years old, always painting and dancing around. To go school and to play were acts in the list of the standard routine I had to do daily just like any other child.

We were staying in Baroda, Gujarat. My uncle who was working in Bombay then (named as Mumbai now) invited us on the Diwali vacation to spend the time together with his family.

Preferably all arrangements were made to go but as my father had few projects at the dot line, so he decided to join us latter directly at Bombay.

Consequently, I with my mom went alone to Bombay in the train. I remember it was not my first visit to the city however it was the first trip to this city through the train. Earlier than this trip we visited Bombay in car and that drive was totally different. It was interesting because of its magnificent stopover in between at the day time. Perhaps this being an overnight journey we had no option but to sleep early in the train.

However, next day early morning we reached safely and found my uncle waiting on the platform for us. He came to receive us, hence there was no more worrying on our side

I and my uncle share a very close affectionate bond always. Though he loves me like his little daughter but treats me as his best buddy ever since my childhood. Hence my inclination and fondness for him has been always there. In addition to this, I owe some of my best moments and memories of life with him.
My stay and vacation at Bombay was a great time spent all together. It was a complete delight for me being a little girl. I made as many as my friends with the neighboring children and played merely all the time.

One fine day, my uncle told me that he will take me tomorrow to his Office for a small visit. I was too excited and keen to go to watch his Office and his workings.

Next day I woke up early with the excitement and got ready quickly. I wore my favorite cream color frill-skirt and soon followed by having done the heavy breakfast, we hurried to catch the train. We changed two local trains, one bus and one auto rickshaw to reach the destination.
Running entirely to catch the train was just a first lesson of the day! Wow!! I was realizing the rush and dust of the city. Traveling at Bombay is by itself an experience. And having said that all it was also a real big and busy day of my life to realize how hard all throughout the day my dear uncle works. Perhaps, after lots of physical activity, we reached the Office.

I can still recall that he used to spend almost 12 hours everyday working and the traveling time was separate to be counted. Nevertheless, I never saw him losing his smile, a definite genuine smile! He was in the Hospitality Industry and he knew that well. He worked at Juhu Centaur Hotel (today the hotel is known as the Tulip Star Hotel).

I was very much fascinated to see the big hotel. It was tall and spectacle patterned building standing firm. In early nineties, this Juhu Centaur Hotel was one of the finest and most popular reputed hotels. I had seen the visitors’ side, the glamorous luxurious well-furnished angle of the hotel. This was my second visit to the hotel, however it was the first time I was allowed to go through the staff-gate.

After security check, I entered the hotel with my uncle through the staff-gate. The first thing I noticed were those white chef coats dressed man with huge chef caps on their head. Although people were just rushing here and there, yet they never forget to greet each other with an integral smile.
Many of them came to my uncle, said “Good Morning”, followed by “Hello” to me. And I simply loved that moment of the day.

Then, my uncle took me straight away in the main kitchen at the bakery & patisserie room. I still bear in mind the moment I came into the aura of the Bakery, I could smell the sweet strong scent of the vanilla, and no sooner my mouth was full of water. As he opened the door of the room and we walked in, I realize that I was standing around the cakes, pastries and chocolates. It was a complete delight place for a ten years old small girl, who was a core lover of chocolate.

Chef who made My Birthday Cakes

My uncle told the other chef present there, that I was his niece. My uncle had some work, so he left me in the bakery room.
This Chef was busy doing icing on the cakes, and this was first time I was noticing that this man definitely was unbeatable in his talent of doing so swift yet subtle and beautiful icing on the cakes, making delicate flowers all around. He was simply supreme at his work.
Suddenly, I heard him saying, “Rachana, you would love to eat pastry, choose from here.”
I got shocked to see that he knew my name somehow. Without answering him, I questioned him back in a most cute and humble voice, “How do you know my name uncle?”

He took a quick look at me with a modest curve on his lips and said something that I could not forget till date and feel so humbled for his gestures. He said, "I know you and your name too as I’m the one who make cake for you every year on your birthday in September."
Wow, that was just too little much for me to hear and cherish forever.
Yeah, how could I forget that every year, my loving uncle came my birthday, making an over-night journey in train from Bombay to Baroda! He used to come with a huge cake-box in his hand, protecting it from the rainy splash; perhaps my birthday comes in the peak of the rainy season. I still cherish, the moment when I used to wake up in the morning hearing his voice. He used to be the first one in the morning to HUG me and wish me “Happy Birthday”. Quickly than I used to run to see in the refrigerator to check the design of the cake he had brought, which used to be made just that same evening before catching up the train.

And apparently that cake was made by, this brilliant Chef!

In the mean time, my uncle came back to take me and by then I had already relish a lovely black-forest pastry. I did not know that my uncle had taken an optional holiday before Diwali festival and had come to hotel only to complete urgent some paper work. Certainly I was thoroughly enjoying, the discovering and the learning opportunity with him to see the operation management working successful right through.

He then took me to his boss office too.
His boss office was quite far and we had to walk a lot. For me it was great moment as I was simply thrilled to see the happening around. Huge vessels, and somewhere in the corner people were doing some flambĂ©, some people pulling big trolleys loaded with fruits…the things to discovery were plenty at every single foot step. We went through many short cuts, went from the behind doors of the conference hall, banquet halls and there came one restaurant too.

We covered together few stairs more, and I realized entering into a very weird place. Weird as I perceived a peculiarly creepy and unbelievable sight. I noticed abruptly the hall which was all shaded in black, there were curtains half burnt, a red carpet burnt in patches, furniture completely destroyed and burnt and all around there were glass and mirror pieces scattered. Also I noticed a yellow tape string running over to divide and avoid entering the other side of the tape. This tape was at the both sides of the walking path, from where we were passing by. Capturing the havoc looking scene around, I could not resist the confusion and asking him, “What happened here, Uncle?”
He promptly replied my query and said, Nothing, an accident took place. A gas cylinder busted sometime here.'
Yeah! It looked very much like that. I understood that and moved on.

Soon we reached, to my uncle’s boss cabinet. His boss seemed very much warm hearted and there too I was completely pampered with chocolates. No wonder, he knew me too, as he had read all my letters and seen the self hand-made greeting-cards sent to my uncle from me.
I was in a way surprised to see and discover the bond being shared between each staff member of the hotel. 
Evidently it was day to learn many lessons of the challenging life

Time rolled on and I grew up. But the spark and spirit of the Hospitality Industry people made a sure huge impression over me, because of which I could not resist to joining Institute of Hotel Management over MBBS after class 12.
If someone asks my opinion, I hardly find any difference that exists between the people working in hotel and other working in Hospital. Perhaps, both the persons come under the same category of the hospitality industry and their purpose is to serve.
Nevertheless, the awesome participation of the staff members of the Taj and Oberoi hotel on the 26/11, have been remarkably acclaimed and shall be cherished throughout the history.

OK Back to the story line!

Years passed and months fluttered…since my most memorable visit at the Centaur Hotel made, countless changes have been taken place. The name and the ownership of the hotel changed from Centaur Hotel to Tulip Star Hotel. Astonishingly the name of the city has also changed since then. The city Bombay renamed as Mumbai.
Yet the sparkling attractions of the city owing to charm of the celebrities, amending hard-working people, huge festivals, sea, merging culture, and bounce back attitude still exits to add up the spice in the spirit of the city.

Years latter, I was doing my MBA. I was no more a kid but the lasting memories of childhood always existed making me cheerful. Perhaps, I considered myself fortunate to have been able to experience the best in early stage of life, adding to my awareness. This was the forth and final semester of the course. And by then my age was 22!

It was almost the winding time of the college and only exams were left to give a shot. In between there was a huge study leave. So there is no more attending the lectures, no more working late nights on the projects, no more to make the PPT. We friends had enough time to go out the campus and have lots of fun in and out of the hostel.

Perhaps, study-leave does not mandatory states only to study, I guess! And the matter of the fact is that study-leave is the best time to enjoy a lot of life at the fullest. Interestingly I utilized my study-leave at the best ;)

My friends suggested watching the movies for a change during the break. Well the movies not just any but the movies of substance. The movies which were critically appreciated Oscar award nominated or the one which had fetched some good acclaimed awards in protecting the best stories.

We brought everyday one cd on rent and saw a huge list of movies like, Pursuit of Happiness, Little Miss Sunshine, Hazaar Chaurasi Ki Maa, Black, Page 3, Gladiator, Shoot Out at Lokhandwala, Company, Water and…Black Friday…

It was May 2007 and we were watching the Black Friday movie on the computer of my roommate. We made the room dark, pulling back the curtains to experience the perfect effect. Now adjusting the volume and the movies runs smoothly.

One who is not familiar with the movie Black Friday; let me tell you very briefly few facts of the movie as follows:
This movie is based on the true story based on the Bombay bombings which were in a series of 13 bomb explosions that took place in Bombay (now Mumbai), Maharashtra, India on March 12, 1993. The coordinated attacks were the most destructive bomb explosions in Indian history. The single-day attacks resulted in up to 250 civilian fatalities and 700 injuries. The evidence uncovered pointed to the involvement of underworld D-Company, This movie is based on Black Friday - The True Story of the Bombay Bomb Blasts, a book by S. Hussain Zaidi, the film is made by Anurag Kashyap as an attempts to recreate those events and the intense feelings that followed them. It won the Grand Jury Prize at the Indian Film Festival of Los Angeles and was a nominee for the Best Film (Golden Leopard) award at the Locarno International Film Festival. Black Friday was not released in Indian theaters for 2 years, as on the eve of its release, a petition seeking a stay was filed by the people named in the film, the alleged perpetrators of the crime. Since the verdict was still pending. British director Danny Boyle has cited Black Friday as an inspiration for his 2008 award-winning film Slumdog Millionaire. Boyle stated that a chase in one of the opening scenes of Slumdog Millionaire was based on a "12-minute police chase through the crowded Dharavi slum" in Black Friday.
The story proceeded at the mid way, describing the conspiracy of planting the bombs at different parts of the city Bombay (Mumbai). As I had already visited the city couple of times and hence was very much aware of most the places stated in the movie. This made much easier to follow and see simultaneously the story line.
  • Locations attacked are as follows:
Fisherman's Colony in Mahim causeway; Zaveri Bazaar; Plaza Cinema;Century Bazaar; Katha Bazaar; Hotel Sea Rock; Plaza Theatre; Lucky Petrol; Worli; Santa Cruz; Area opposite of Century Bazaar; Passport Office; Bombay Stock Exchange Building; Sahar Airport; Air India Building Hotel Centaur and Hotel Juhu Centaur;

~~~```````````Hotel Juhu Centaur!!

It took me a set back for couple of minutes. The feeling was awful, maybe because of my very salient personal and emotional attachment with the place. It was more than 13 years, but my feeling still strongly intact to the Hotel Juhu Centuar. I could no more see the movie which was depicting the forms of destroy and despair in the city and apparently in the Centaur Hotel.

The movie got over, leaving a tiny tear slipping my cheek. There was a strange feeling lingering the soul. That whole night I kept wondering the scary scenes and the whole conspiracy. The movies is so well made that one might just feel like believing as if the things are happening right there in front of the eyes live.

Next morning, after the terrific turmoil, I all alone decided to watch the movie ones again. Forwarding and slipping few strong scenes. There was again the same thing that hocked my attention.
I watched much keenly the same scene of planting the bombs in the city.

Hotel Juhu Centaur …#..*…! Echoed in my head badly !!!!..........!!!!!!

There was a sudden pause in my thinking, a strange vacuum in my thoughts and here was a flash. In the micro second my brain started analyzing and speculating the things, making a bit difficult to grasp it.
I recalled the burnt curtain…burning patch in carpet…smoky walls…fully blown window mirrors…That was not the cylinder busting accident, I doted!

Conceivably the year, I went to spend my Diwali vacation at Mumbai…perhaps it was the same year, 1993…

My uncle could not tell the truth to his niece, considering the humble age to understand anything in between the context. Correctly, accurately and barely I was only ten years old then.

It has been the most conflicting moment of my life to understand and accept the fact after 13 years; I got to know the daunting truth which left back an irreversible scare. I’ve seen plenty of things in my life that had a disturbing impact. None stand out as much as this one moment provided by a bizarre twist of fate flash that shook my soul forever. This incident of my life made me more empathetic and compassionate towards the life. Probably, this incident was also one more reason to have my heart pound and bleed badly looking at the 26/11 live for 72hours.

The bomb-planter at the Juhu Centaur hotel took bomb in the suitcase. He got arrested and faces a maximum punishment of life imprisonment by the court. I have found a link to his real confessional statement about the steps and procedures carried in bomb planting at Hotel Juhu Centaur, injuring three persons and causing a damage of Rs 2.1 crore to the building.  You will be amazed to read his quotes. Please go through this LINK toooo.

  • I want to humbly thank, Madhulika who suggested us to watch the movies.
  • Nupur for her computer being used to watch the movie.
  • Heartily thanks to my uncle .R. who gave me an opportunity to visit the internal hotel, which added so much of experience to my life.
  • Anurag Kashyap, for making such a heart-felt movie which holds the true extract and litmus test of the historical incident reflection.
  • And Thank you Readers for your constant support..Love Yeah!
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20 January, 2010

Daily Delights

So U like an Irani Tea..huh..!
Earthy Tea cup (c) Amit Semwal

I absorb creativity in my every motion and moments of living in the real world. I do love dreaming and the flight of the imagination but than the best and most striking sight to consider the creativity for me are in the daily normal life and in every solitary step.

There is a continuous stream of creativity flowing around, beyond and within me. I get the best thoughts of ideas when I’m on the bed and just before the sleeping. I think of things and just the varied random things of my daily living, about the people associated with my life. And when the thought of idea pops into my mind, I interestingly don’t hop off the bed to make notes rather lie down more with my laziness and enjoy the fleeting moments and observe the flits the wave of colors of my mind.

Creativity attracts me from anywhere and everywhere. It creeps in every split second with the change of motion and state is a beautiful way of exploring the best in self indeed.
The journey of searching that distinctly right idea is by itself so captivating. But the matter of fact is that, there is no quest for the chase of creativity. Creativeness comes so naturally by just lifting our thoughts at a diverse level. It is indeed a unique way of looking the things around. It’s the way of seeking the enhanced sense of well-being and lifestyle. It is the risk, the kick, the tick of instant moments of life. Life is neither controlled nor certain yet life is full of courageous creativeness choices.

Say a walk on the road looking at my own steps taken over the small pebbles and sand. In the market looking at the grocery shop and watching how delightfully the shopkeeper have kept different vegetables in such a synchronize way. Another shop of household things and looking shampoo’s vivid pouches hanged on the bamboo stick covering the corner wall.

The lavishing snacks corner of the market where people enjoy the pucchka/gol-pappa/pani-puri. A person put the whole and larger than their jaws pani-puri in one shot into the mouth. Immediately there is a flush of spicy water inside their mouth, pouring down the joy over their faces. It is one of the totality expressions of experience and creativity for me to view and enjoy.

I love watching the birds holding tiny twig into their beaks and flying off and those cute puppies playing around the car. I also enjoy watching the faces of people and their peculiar expressions made either while speaking or smiling. Nothing like counting them on the scale of good and bad but just the wrinkles and lines on their face is a unique way of exquisite balance in life and again the creativity for me to seek effortlessly.

It wasn’t a deliberate sweat made to look out for the things around but then the nature has it own beautiful way of readily responding to your senses.

There are many other moments of daily life which I love drenching into the essence. Like in a day the changing colors of the sky, looking the people passing by the lane and their shadows following them, staring at the wall scratch still in no motion and discovering the symmetrical silhouette into it, gazing the pigeons at the window, recollecting the memory and remembering a particular aroma of the food or the sound of particular place reminding of old days.

Everything has its own way of stirring and striking a chord the impressions of experiences of life.
Have you ever stared blankly at the clock, looking at the hand of the clock ticking minutes, connecting each dot and without missing even one second?

It inspires and delights me to not miss even a single moment of bliss. I love the heights and the depths of thoughts and wish not to miss the surface of beauty that lies in the fragments of daily life. This isn’t a deliberate effort made to do so but there are things that get noticed without being intense and without an intention.

Do you ever play your favorite songs cd and listen quietly doing your other work? Perhaps you never give credit to the music which created an ambiance and also enhanced your great mood to work more efficiently.

I take pleasure in the simple yet so powerful vibes in patterns. These are my ways of observing the expressions of originality and meaningfulness of daily dose of creativity. I like the stimulating and engaging proposition with the laziness in me. I indulge myself in the art, colors, words, strokes, wave, smell, motion and each playful moment of experience and experiment coming all unplanned.

This feeling brings rejuvenation and happiness in me with the daily routine things.It is the insight and aspiration in me to feel blessed. I enjoy each and every twilight moment in my mind with my laziness to scrutinize the creativity.

And where others go through the hush and buss of busy day, I choose to enjoy the best of same buss of the moments in creativity. There are no certain factors but convinced fractions of life involved in looking the silver lining in the daily acts of the nature and the real world around us. It’s a joy in observing the strings of thinking thoughts through lying lazy on the couch and embracing the creativity around.
I want to think, multiple and traverse the thoughts. It is not about being idle, bore or wasting time. Rather within the indolence attitude I explore, excel and get the effective results with the manifold view.

Perhaps, for me the creativity is just another way of being grateful to nature and God for the wonderful miraculous joys and magnificence of life. Creativity pierces into my mind, defining the Me. I live each moment in my own way and yet in spur-of-the-moment instinct. I see the colors of my life being conserved with creativity!

  • This post has been inspired by the post of :) Mahesh on Random thinking and writing the same with an unplanned outline. It is the wonderful post inspiring to be self for a moment and embrace the colors of life. His post is highly recommended to read. I have also tried my way of pouring into my thoughts and lines spontaneously redefining the ME reading his post. And as his post says “It is to be more of Me” in the moment then I have a say to it that MY post is an extension of ME and the Self reflex reflection. Perhaps I assert a thought of embracing the Creativity within me in every single moment of life.
  • Special thanks to Amit Semwal :) aka photographer for the lovely earthy photograph of the finished tea in the cup having creamy froth and bubbles all around the wall of the cup creating a fine-looking layer so much eye-catching. Boy your pictures inspire me everytime so much !
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08 January, 2010

Oh what an F-word

1st The Colors Magazine’s blog post contest “Show your best” have choose this post as the Winner for the month Januaryas for being a little bit more creative, a little bit more original,a little bit more attractive. Click the link and enjoy!

Oh what an F-Word

Oh what an F-word!
I want to fly high with the feathers in my arms.
Lead a fearless life and feat into the feast of living.
I desire fleeting away from the fake and fission of moments.
Ground my feet tight but fly and touch the heights.
I want to flock with my friends and family.
Flourish and float in ease of froth and forth fun.

Oh what an F-word!
Further I want to fuss the rule-book and create my own recipe of life.
A formula that defines a fusion of flame and frost of the dimensions intervene.
I want to rise above the failure and fortify the situation.
Experience the freedom and fulfill my fortune.
Few forget leads to the new found.
Let me be a little fool only to learn all.
Let me follow someone only to lean more.
Let me fold my arms and focus the core.
Let me enhance fossil and leave back the footprints.
Let me in the comming future open my fist to fetch opportunistic hints.

Oh what an F-word!
The fog gets clear in my fine mind.
And here I enjoy the flambé food at the New Year dine.
Flowers fragrance and cultural flavors welcomes all.
Remove the fence, the festivity recalls.
I want to fix everything before it overflows.
I would like to finish my pending things as the plan goes.
Fasten the feelings and the flare in fascinations.
I want to fantasize and recreate the fairy land to live in.

Oh what an F-word!
From formal to flair nature I roll in joy within,
I want the green fertile fields and flamboyant fashion.
I want the unwise nature of human towards the flora and fauna fade and diminish day by day.
Let each child is feed enough and allowed to education and play.
No famine, no floods, no fatigue, no fights, no faults searching.
Only the faith, fate and flint to create fire are needed.

Oh what an F-word!
I frown sometimes to the F-word.
And most of the times I wish only to flutter,
I attain against any flounder.
And fill in happiness and fizz the flak.
I fancy flipping from the old.
I want to flaunt into the flexibility.
I wish to hold up the facts over the false story.
I am bound to fly freely being a proud blossoming Female!
I shall and I want you all to protect and foster the virtue of the Feminism.

P.S. Wishing you all a very Happy and Prosperous New Year,2010

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