Tera pyar pyar pyar Monkey Bar ! Monkey Bar is a funky place !

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Childhood buddy T was in Delhi for some work and we had a couple of hours free so we planned to meet up . Since I wanted to try this new place which opened very recently near my workplace and about which I d read great reviews on Zomato, I took him to Monkey Bar(P-Block, CP). Saturday , afternoon, CP- so didn’t expect to find any toehold at the other popular places anyways.

Funky new place, must say! You start getting a good feel just at the very first step! This place is on the first floor and there is a lift , but climbing the wooden stairs is more interesting what with mud-plastered, rustic-looking walls with mirrors. As you climb higher, you get the first blast of crazy music. Wooden flooring, exposed brick walls, quirky interiors , friendly staff and the fun lies in the small things- the menu cards on wooden boards, the coasters, the tables, the cutlery, the colorful ceramic plates and bowls, the food presentation. Spacious , puts you in the comfort-zone immediately. As you enter, there s a well-stocked bar(Hehe, that’s how they write in reviews on restro-bars. What would i know of the bar’s stock position, I am a teetotaller !).

As for the menu, it is limited but varied- Continental, Mediterranean, Indian etc. with quirky fusions and interesting names  like Quick Gun Murg-hen ! hehe ..Nice,nice

So all-in-all a great place, it seemed, till this point, except, there’s one minor problem, as I realised soon- the staff don’t understand sign language !!Actually, I went through the menu, and the vegetarian options being limited, decided on “Falafel with ghanoush ” (since I ve been meaning to try it for a long time) and the item below it ” Ricotta and paneer kebabs” .I pointed out both, on the menu card to the smiling waiter ( since I didn’t want to sound like an idiot pronouncing falafel with ghanoush!). With gestures, I told him to bring one of each. Bhai apna ordered ginger ale for both, which the guy promptly brought and poured into glasses. Within a few minutes, he was there again with two plates and a dish . I was confused, kyunki, there were 2 pavs and 3 paneer tikkis and a bowl of tomato chutney. “Is it falafel with ghanoush or ricotta and paneer kebabs?  or something else?”I asked T. “And btw one more doubt bro -how do you eat this? ”

“I dunno, I ll just spread this tomato chutney thing on one side, keep the tikka thing in between the two buns and -” he took a bite. “Oh” I said and did the same. Awesome taste! The tikki thing had cheese and it just melted in my mouth! The tomato chutney was only mildly tangy. We chitchatted a while, I clicked some pics of the place, took in the whole ambience, checked out all the cool couples hanging out over there and what drinks and food they were ordering, we made jokes about ‘2 bandar,monkey bar ke andar'( bandaron jaisi harkatein we were doing,rather he was,  like little kids of 6!), he told me how his mom n pa-in-law made wonderful ginger ale at home, talked over phone to another kidhood friend T is gonna meet tomorrow in Nagpur (T is on a ‘meet-childhood-buddies-while-touring-on-work mission’ it seems) -but- the second dish was still not there. So we hailed the waiter again and told him to please get the second dish, whatever it was. It turned out, he d thought there was only one order(that s what he made of my gestures of ‘one each please’!!) . Anyways he got us the menu card once again and I tried with sign language once again. But this was getting nowhere, so finally I asked him” what was it that we just had?”

“Ricotta and paneer kebabs with grilled pav and tomato kalonji chutney, mam”

Oh, so that cleared the mystery! I pointed out at falafel with ghanoush(still wary of saying it aloud) on the menu card and asked him to bring it. Our order was there soon, but again left me confused coz it looked like stuffed kulcha! Eh, with some coconut chutney-like thing accompanying it. Oh so this kulcha must be a variant of falafel and this cream-coloured chutney must be ghanoush, i thought. Tasted good.

It was time to leave and T asked for the bill. I append a snapshot of it for your kind perusal. Oh I m just typing it out, the items it mentioned:

  1. Gingerale (2)
  2. Ricotta and paneer kebabs
  3. Mobar Kulcha Veg s/w         !!!! So item 3 was indeed kulcha and I hadn’t had my Falafel with ghanoush after all !!

Hence, to conclude, waiters here don’t understand sign language and the guy had brought one item above and one below “Falafel with ghanoush” on the menu card ! So I will be going back there soon, after learning how to correctly pronounce it (not that the waiters themselves there know how to,still) .. For my Fal. with G- and – for that easy-going, cool, fun ambience that MoBar offers.

Useless trivia: It s an Indian chain like CCD

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Gowri Habba


Hartalika Teej.. Gowri habba etc

Different names. Same day. Celebrated in various parts of India. North, South , East and West.

Festivals bind us in a common thread.

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AAP ka goonda raj

Tere bina zindagi se koi ..shikwa toh nahi… my favouritest song no.2….no.1 being of course tere mere milan ki ye raina..just realised no.2 is picturised on suchitra Sen. She s no more.
In other news, Sunanda Pushkar was found dead..twitter wars, networking,it was all there in front of the world just till before her death… and news of her death was as quick to spread on the social networking sites. It was all as if it happened right before us, making it all the more shocking than news of “a suicide by a woman who suspected her husband of an EMA”..Really, really shocking …
AAP ministers, lawlessness, anarchy, attention-seekers. Give them time some say..to ruin Delhi completely, i ask? I fear for Delhi

Corrupt babu ki corrupt baby. Maid in Manhattan ?? 🙂

What s happening? 2014 already seems to be an year ‘earmarked’ for the media ..Gloating are they? Sensational news everywhere

Media , social networking,conspiracy theories,trial-by-media,breaking news

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Indrani was an ambitious girl. She knew what she wanted. She accosted me and made herself clear one fine day, in the PT period. She looked up to me (actually, at me. I was much taller than her) and came straight to the point.

Indrani (In):  Look, this is too much.

Me: Means?

In: Means you are coming first in every test.

Me: Yes?

In: My dad is a big inspector. Exercise inspector!

Me: huh?

In: You took my first rank. Let me come first or my dad will put your dad in jail.


As a 6-year old I mostly talked in mono-syllables to save breath, but this situation demanded intense negotiations. I was thoroughly confused. Being the gentle angel that I was then, I believed in giving, being good and the essential goodness of human beings. So I half-believed that her dad would do what she told me, to mine. Still one couldn’t be sure. Of course, I had snatched her 1st rank after Upper KG and had to give it back. Besides, coming 2nd would mean I’d get to sit with the really cute boy who came 3rd(we were made to sit rank-wise in class 1 !!). But… just how did one gift the first rank? I thought and thought and came to a decision.

Me: OK, take this.

I said handing over my sparkling green badge which said “FIRST RANK”. She was overjoyed and pulled out her blue ‘SECOND RANK’ badge and gave it to me. In the next period, we happily swapped positions(!!). She got her first rank and I, well, got my cute guy!!!


Our happiness lasted for only two periods as our class teacher Miss Molly finally realised something was amiss and immediately established status quo.

That night I told Dad he might have to go to jail because I came first in class. He heard me out and asked me her surname. “So-and-so” I replied.

” Hmm….So-and-so?”

“Daddy, she said he’s a big inspector..Exercise inspector..Will he be bad to you in jail?”

“HAHA!!Don’t worry sweetie, he’s a friend. And he won’t put me in jail! He’s an excise inspector not a real policeman!”

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Dwitiyavighnam* avoidance post!

Bright and sunny winter afternoon. Breakfast and lunch at The Lalit, CP. Supposed to be some Hematology meet, but all I remember is the food. That and the goodies we got from the sponsors to take back home. Recouperating from burstingtummyiitis. But it’s ok. I dont blame the yummy hot moong dal halwa/mirchi-cheese pakodas/kashmiri dum aloo/dal makhani/paneer pasanda/salads/pastas and other assorted dishes.


*justu small harmless southie superstition.

Ask me about it

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Humble big-innings

“There is a ‘pattron’ in everything”.

My life has been all about ‘pattrons’.Right from the time I was a cross-eyed infant* trying to figure out the colour combination on my rattle(while simultaneously trying to jangle it AND crush it with my bare jaws!) to a pre-teen struggling with knitting-patterns in SUPW classes and then all those Board patterns and ‘In-trance’ exam patterns. Back again to the cross-eyed era,  trying to figure out questions of life and death looking at colour combinations of cells…under the microscope!

Life is colourful. And I am just beginning to comprehend its designs!


“*”..quoted by a Pun-jab-i Jat colleague!

*history given by mother of author

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