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Mezze is widely served in the Greek and Middle eastern world. An assortment of little dishes and tasters which accompany a nice ouzo or a glass of wine. So when you read mezze moments you will have tasty snippets of life as I live it, India for four years and now Brisbane Australia, all served up with some Greek fervour and passion.

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Saturday, 13 February 2010

Pashan Garh Madhya Pradesh

I have been meaning to write about this for a while but this is the right moment. The Chinese are celebrating the YEAR OF THE TIGER and I hope all of India joins in as there are only 1,411 left.
We had booked a couple of days at a game park and were eager to explore the tiger reserves of India now that we were living here but we had heard how notoriously difficult it was to spot them. So with lowered expectations and a bird book we began our first jungle safari in Panna. We were the only vehicle on the road for our entire time there. We saw antelopes, Sambar and Nagai a form of deer, spotted deer, always reminiscent of Bambi and crocodiles sunning themselves on the banks of a lovely wide river, the Ken.

The birds were everywhere, plum headed parakeets shrieking and swooping, the jungle babblers the Egyptian vultures, the red headed vulture, a  grey headed fish eagle, the white eyed buzzard,  the Indian darter and jays, the Indian roller and lots more.

Shree was out naturalist and he was lovely. Round face, small moustache, chubby and smiley he was full of did we know stories – did we know that the jungle cat had a very short tail, that the beeb tree produced berries that some of the animals ate.

The chalets presently seven, are soon to be twelve. Each is built in a corner of the grounds secluded from the others. The rooms are the work of Interior designer Christopher Brown, who is known for a lot of his work in South Africa. The attention to detail is truly impressive. A gazebo with flowing curtains and cushions where you can lounge like a maharaja or maharani, a full window of the world from your bed, cushions everywhere, a mini bar in leather, a gym, neatly folded away in your desk, reading lamps that enable you to read. Good lighting a rarity in this country of light.


Lovely leather accessories with the finest finishes. A handwritten card of welcome. Each chalet has a story to it and its name is inscribed in the paving stone at the entrance. A telephone from days gone by which gives you instant service all the time. A bathroom to die for, individual sinks, a rainfall shower in the middle of the room, bathrobes and every conceivable product you might need to use, including insect repellant and torches. They have thought of it all. The food an eclectic mix of nouvelle and Indian.Delicious.


On our last day we stopped to watch a troupe of monkeys. Then we heard Sambar alarm calls and soon watched them running scared. There was definitely something there and we waited almost catching our breath in anticipation of what we were going to see.


Shree thought it might be leopard and that was good enough for us but there she was in her glory a fully grown tigress emerging from the undergrowth and then doing the unthinkable which is walk right in front of the jeep. No straining to see her, no long grass to block our vision but there turning her head as if to greet us and then striding on she was a vision of beauty larger then life. Not just memorable. Unforgettable.

Friday, 12 February 2010

India incredible, yes but also indifferent

I was going to tell you about a wonderful tiger safari but I feel the need to write about two items of news today which I just feel are an example of why I cannot fathom this country and what makes it behave this way. This is a country which has so much going for it, so much potential and yet and yet ...

"A senior railway engineer was run over by a train at old Delhi Railway station". Not clear how the accident happened and perhaps it does not matter." The body lay there for an hour and a half while two railway police forces bickered over who would lift the body. Another train was coming in and ran over the body again."

"A maid, 10 years old complained of being ill treated by her employers. She had bruises all over her body and her eyes were swollen and her hands burnt.He employers had punished her for not making the chapatis properly".

The article ended by saying "that the has been an increase in the case of ill-treatment to underage servants in the city this year" as if employing underage servants was just part of the course.

I cannot be indifferent to the suffering and the sheer callousness that is often displayed to human life. It makes me feel angry and despairing.This is a country that has had 60 years of Independence and democracy and still this...

Thursday, 11 February 2010

A couple of shorties - Shoppers Stop and Stopping Stalkers

This follows on from a previous blog where I complained about how slow service was in Shoppers Stop so I promised to give them another go and I did. Metropolitan Mall in Gurgaon, in to the store, found product, off to the till and out within a millisecond aaaaaaaah 

The other shorty is this:
For days now I have been receiving calls, messages, and missed calls  from numbers that are +88. I have tried answering, getting my husband to answer, not answering and switching off. The messages are in Hindi I think and poetic it seems and despite repeated attempts to convey the message that I am the wrong recipient they come frequently and sometimes in the middle of the night. Nijer harano porichoy khuje pete chao tahole 3&6 no eksathe poro. Does anyone know what this is and how to put an end to it ?

Tuesday, 9 February 2010

A salad of Seasons

I never thought I would be sitting in India loving listening to the noise of the rain on metal outside. I never quite saw the monsoon this year and I suspect a lot of others feel the same way and since I have been here it has rained only once. Hence the "talcum powder traces" in my previous blog.
The earth is so thin, nothing to hold on to, nothing to cling to, it just disappears in a puff of dust.
So the rain falling out there is wonderful and refreshing and will at least uncover the true colour or foliage delhi wide and give earth an anchor.
There is however something I dont quite follow here - in Europe after a hot summer, the leaves turn and fall off the trees. In winter all is barren. Then in spring plants and flowers come out and that is what I thought was happening when I posted all the flowers in my garden in my last blog.  Here after a hot summer and what seems to be an autumn, nothing happens, winter comes and almost goes and now the leaves start to fall.Is this how it is ?
Autumn after winter or is it spring before winter ?

Saturday, 6 February 2010

The God of Small Things

I have just finished reading for the second time Arundhati Roy's disturbing and beautifully written book the "The God of Small Things". She tackles many difficult issues in that book but it is her style that I want to talk about briefly today because her book is full of similes and distorted word spellings that surprise and excite. Today when I went out between 6-700 am with the dogs the air is fresh but not biting and the moon is still visible in the sky. And thanks to her my mind runs away with similitudes about where I am and what it is like.

As crowded as a mustard field
Dust dry
Talcum powder traces
Poppies popping like mustard seeds
Holly hocks reaching for the skies


The God of Small things in my morning.

Wednesday, 3 February 2010

Who said life was easy ?

Who said life was easy ? I look all around me as I am being driven in my car to my preferred destination of exploring at leisure the seven cities of erstwhile Delhi and I am going over this in my head. I went to a talk yesterday directed to expat women and their ability or not to adapt to India and its Indian ways and while some of the issues were left unexplored I came away with this nugget thrown out by the speaker. We have grown up to expect that life will be easy and I do so recognize the effort and commitment that went into this from my mother and father who bent over backwards to make sure that we had an easy, uncomplicated, privileged life. 
But is this a promise that we need ? Is this a weapon that helps us deal with life on a daily basis. 
The answer is sadly not. 
The majority of us have learnt to expect nothing less than the best and often the slightest rocking of that comfort boat is likely to start storms.We have learnt to expect the perfect and the pretty, the straightforward and the stylish, the exclusive and eclectic.
Walking and driving in this city gives me the daily reminder that life is far from easy and I could not give a damn that my shoes do not match my handbag but can only say that I have more that is easy in my life than those around me. From the streets of today



We drove alongside this man as he pushed his impossible load forward in impossible traffic.


The rubbish pickers at a local dump.

Tuesday, 2 February 2010

Dabbawallas

The Dabbawallahs of Mumbai are being studied as a business model and will be considered by students of the Harvard business school. I mentioned to you that Mumbai's float of the Dabbawallahs was one of my favourites at the Republic Day parade - well it looks as if they are quite a remarkable and noteworthy business phenomenon.
One question that concerns me is surely when you are delivering lunch to as many as 200,000 businessmen at lunch time every day arent you exponentially adding to the traffic and the chaos and the congestion and wouldnt it be simpler and more globe friendly if everyone grabbed a sandwich from their local shop around the corner, not only supporting local business but even expending a few calories in having to go and get it ?