8 March 2015

From the bartender’s corner – Pink Lady

This drink is dedicated to Jayeeta Bose – my friend from Chennai days who I have not seen in over a quarter century. Yesterday, through FB, she requested that I make a pink drink today in deference to International Women’s Day. (By the way, that is how I found out today is so).

This is the classic version of the Pink Lady with gin, white of an egg and a few dashes of grenadine. The garnishing is inspired by a picture I saw while researching for a pink drink. This was one of the first popular “girly” drink. This was the drink of choice for high society ladies in the 1930s – just around the time when Moscow Mule (based on vodka) was snatching popularity from traditional drinks like whiskey among men. Over more than a century, various mixologists have come up with different versions of this drink with applejack, lemon juice, lemonade and so on.

Since Anastassia had asked me to rate drinks, I would say this is “sweet and smooth with occasional bite if you have too much”. Just like a woman, I guess πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ ha ha!!! Okay, okay, I am kidding. It is more of a martini taste without the edge of dry vermouth. And the slightest hint of the smell of an egg.

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7 March 2015

Unwinding on a Friday evening…

… With a few classical qawwalies by the Sabri brothers from Pakistan.

A memorable sher from the “mukhra” of their song “Ab ke saal poonam mein”…

“Tujhse milke bhi dil ko na chain aa saka,
Tujhse milna bhi ik haadsa ho gaya;
Tu nahi tha to furqat ka gham tha mujhe;
Ab ye gham hai ki gham bemazaa ho gaya…”

Here is an attempt at translating it..

“Even after meeting you, my heart could not find any peace
Because meeting you created a whole new problem for me
Without you, I had the constant company of sorrows of separation
Now, with you, my sorrow is that all the fun of separation sorrows has been taken away from me”

6 March 2015

Watercolors

A shot from this morning’s five mile run. I am sure it looks like a beautiful house in an idyllic rural setting. But the dark bars in the top is jarring and out of place – right? Now turn the picture upside down!!!! The picture is a reflection of one of my neighbor’s house in the crystal clear water of his lake. The black bars are nothing but the horse fence.

That was a beautiful morning run!!!

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4 March 2015

Explaining “Holi” to my fellow passenger

My New York flight to Atlanta finally took off at 12:15 PM (original time 7:59 AM). I was chatting with the lady sitting next to me who was equally tired and frustrated. Found out she has been in Georgia all her life. We started talking about my travels and the topic of India came up. Then I made the following ill-fated attempt to explain “Holi” to her…

Me: “Did you know tomorrow is ‘Holi’ day in India”?
She: “It is a holiday in India?”
Me: “No, no, no. Tomorrow we celebrate Holi in India”.
She: “What does Holi stand for?”
Me: “Well, it is rooted in Hindu mythology”.
She: “Oh! you mean it is a ‘Holy’ day in India.”
Me: “Yes. No. Yes. Oh! Boy! It is a holiday in India because we celebrate Holi which is a holy event for us. BTW, you are really confusing me now”.

She: “I am the one confusing you? So, anyways, what do you do on your Holi day?”.
Me: “Well, we buy colored powder. Lots of them. And then also mix colors with water to make colored water. Lots of buckets”.
She: “Why would you make so much colored water and powder?”
Me: “We throw them at each other”.
She: “What?”
Me: “We throw them at each other”.
She: “Why?”
Me: “Because it is holy to do so”.
She: “Don’t get started again”

Me: “Okay, Okay. The celebration is all about throwing colors at each others”.
She: “Your friends?”
Me: “Yes. And also any random person on the street”
She: “Even if you do not know them?”
Me: “Even if we do not know them.”
She: “Old people?”
Me: “Sure”
She: “Kids?
Me: “Of course”
She: “Cows?”
Me: “Yep. Cows are holy”.
She: “Again, you have started?”
Me: “Oh! sorry!”

Me: “So, that is the whole idea. We throw colors at each other”
She: “Nobody gets mad?”
Me: “Some do”
She: “Don’t they yell and scream?”
Me: “Yes. So now we carry guns.”
She: “Like in Texas?”
Me: “No, no. I mean water guns. Like our kids use in the swimming pool. That way, we can throw colors from a distance and run away”.
She: “What if they can outrun you and beat you up?”
Me: “For them, we have water balloons. We throw from a safer distance”.

She: “Good God! The whole country becomes crazy, huh?”
Me: “Yes, that is because we also tend to have bhang on that day”
She: “Bhang?”
Me: “Leaves of cannabis”
She: “You have cannabis?”
Me: “Some do”
She: “Like in Colorado?”
Me: “No, I think in Colorado, everybody does.”

She: “So, you still did not tell me what is this festival all about”
Me: “Well, you see we have a lot of Gods”
She: “So I have heard”.
Me: “One main God is called Lord Krishna. He had colored Radha with ….”
She: “Radha being his wife God?”
Me: “Ummmm… no, I think Radha was his uncle’s wife”
She: “Why was he putting colors on her?”
Me: “I think he was in love. He married her later.”
She: “You think?”
Me: “No, no, I know”

She: “So, let me get this straight. Some God was trying to marry his uncle’s wife. So, you guys get high on cannabis and throw colors at each other. Yeah?”
Me: “Something like that.”
She: “And the country gets a holiday for that?”
Me: “I told you it is a holy day”.
She: “Again you started….”
Me: “No. This time you started”
She: “That’s true”…

It is at that point our breakfast arrived. This is well past 1 PM, mind you!!

4 March 2015

Sometimes you land up making a difference without even realizing

A few months back, Ritesh had reached out thru Facebook reminding me how we got to know each other – I had interviewed him in campus (this was also my alma mater) and offered him a job in Dallas. He had reached out to me to thank me about that event from fifteen years earlier. He felt a lot of his subsequent success in career and life was defined by that moment. And he had a request to meet me sometime during my travels. I had promised him to do so and wrote down in my small notebook of “People I have promised to meet”.

Yesterday was a pretty long set of meetings in New York. First the customer meeting went an hour over (which is usually good for business πŸ™‚ ) followed by the customer’s request to have a drink after the meetings (which is usually very good for business πŸ™‚ ). However, at the end of all that I did get a chance to meet Ritesh. Unfortunately, I had to make him wait as I finished all my calls which had gotten pushed out due to the disruption in my calendar.

As I finally put my phone down and shook the hands of patiently-waiting-Ritesh, my first question was “Is there a single puzzle I have posted till date that you have NOT cracked?’. If my memory serves me right, he has cracked most of my puzzles.

We got out of the hotel, trudged through slush and sludge (NYC had terrible weather) and went to a restaurant nearby and settled down. And then caught up on the past fifteen years. It was absolutely heartening to hear about his success in career as well as the tremendous progress some of his batchmates who were also recruited that time has made over the years.

Surprisingly, we spent a lot of time talking about life, death, time and such other things that I would not have expected anybody who is still some way away from 40 to show any interest in. Finally, just as he was leaving, I found out one more connection – we lived in the same dorm (each dorm had 30 students) – D13 – although separated by nearly 10 years!

It was good to catch up with this gem of a human being, Ritesh!!

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