A Loaded Morning

I woke up this morning to a distinct feeling of déjà vu, probably brought on by the familiar strands of music from the window and the aroma of freshly baked buns at Good Luck Café, Pune. This is my last stop at Pune before the wedding and we are here to shop for furniture for the new flat which will be the first house R and I move into as a married couple (*jumps*). I feel more grown-up than before, and yet an absolute child when it comes to gazing at bright upholstery, home décor and colourful cushions.

Pune has always been close to heart, as those who were here when “Saddi Delhi” was “Of Paneer, Pulao and Pune” will vouch for. Come March, we will move again to the city of delectable German Bakery cookies, impressive Crossword bookstores, and breath-taking hills and beaches within weekend-getaway distance.

There is anticipation in the air today, as well as trepidation, when I realize that this Monday is only the first in several that I will be waking up to in Pune – not as a student or a singles-club professional, but as a married woman who still needs to learn to cook and tie a sari properly. This is more serious thinking than the beautiful morning allows. I think I will instead order for coffee, sit by the window, and admire the azure sky so full of promise and poetry.

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P&P Comes to Delhi


Pune is going through an especially scorching and unusually early summer. The mercury has been soaring; the cold-drink vendors have been doing roaring trade. The sun is beating down on the city like never before and if not for the calendar, you wouldn’t believe April only started. It is this city of her many wonders that I left behind yesterday. Yes, all over again.

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When P&P became an Ambassador…

What comes to mind when you think Brand Ambassador?

Ladies in colourful gowns and diamond jewellery, gracefully addressing a press conference.
Television campaigns with the chosen one endorsing the product.
Free trips to new places, all for a good cause.

Sheesh. It even reminds me of the good old Ambassador. The four-wheeler. My colony had a blue one which used to evoke awe when I was in Standard Two.

Anyhow, since its unlikely for me to be bestowed with the above associations in the near future, dear old Bhavia did me a favour. She actually made me the Brand Ambassador for Pune! God bless you, dear one.

Bhavia’s Blog is a delightful assortment of her stories and observations from life. This is one woman whose narratives and style can grow on you big time. Needless to say, writing a guest post for her place was an experience in and of itself. I won’t spoil the fun by revealing more about the piece here, but coming from someone who keeps pushing Paneer, Pulao and Pune down your throat, you can smell the Puneri flavour. For the taste and more, go here.

Until the next.

The Day it Rained on the Onions

Good Luck Cafe has stopped serving onions with the food. Renowned for delectable chicken goodies, its customers are having a tough time going without the tangy onion flavour in their tangdi kababs. To add insult to the injury, they now accessorize with watery cucumbers.

“Didn’t I hear Maharashtra is the major onion producer in India?” cried out a victim the other day. “Sure doesn’t look like it to me!”

Indeed, a large proportion of the delicious onions you gorge upon comes from Nashik, Ahmednagar, Satara and the Pune district. But owing to the cats and dogs it has been raining lately, the yield has been hugely damaged. But naturally, the supply of fresh onion has gone down.

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