I’m on a trip. No, I am not under the influence of psychotropic substances or reaffirming my existence as a shaman in an alternate universe. However i believe at times I am almost there, when listening to one of my all time favourite artist- James Douglas Morrison. A poetic, retrospective frame of mind. And right…
Eat your Greens!
This is part of a series of articles written for Goa Times (Times of India) on people and happenings in and around Goa. This article focuses on the importance of veggies in ones diet, their significant benefits as well as how restaurants in and around Goa, are taking global culinary cues to ensure the salad…
Art on a Plate
This is part of a series of articles written for Goa Times (Times of India) on people and happenings in and around Goa. This article encaupsulates Art on a Plate in the age of food being presented as a work of art- a feast for the eyes. Click on the image to enlarge it and…
Goa’s Dessert Divas
This is part of a series of articles written for Goa Times (Times of India) on people and happenings in and around Goa. This article features Home baking dessert divas and some of the delectable goodies they create. Click on the image to enlarge for a better read. Publication: Goa Times Written by Nolan…
Planet Hollywood Hotel- it’s here!
Let’s dig deep and ask ourselves- are we star crazy? I’m not referring to the constellations or stars in the skies rather all the Stars in ‘Woods’ ranging from Holly,Bolly,Tolly and perhaps someplace in the world-Molly. Let’s play the Instant two second reaction game? Ok! Here goes.What happens to you when you see a known…
Ant’s in my pant’s
Many of you reading this post would relate to a statement in the affirmative if I stated ‘The ants in my pants, take me places’. Before you get naughty, let me course alight your ‘thought trajectory’- it’s directed towards my thoughts travelling at the speed of light and my body taking me places on roller…
Resolutions lie in Paris Brest
For all those wondering where had #nolansatwit disappeared for the season- well, I was working out! NOT. Whilst I see a sarcastic grin on the face of my nutritionist (yes, I have one of those and she’s awesome) and my yoga teacher, who probably has no will left to teach me, given all the calories…
GOA Calling: A Homestay Guide
Every once in a while a magnum opus project comes ones way. For me this was in the form of the latest trends of #homestays for #timesofindia for the season 2015-2016. It was an arduous task traversing the length and breadth of this fine state of ours to being to you the top 20 #homestays…
Spa’z #staycation & how!
I remember reading the diary of Axl Rose (from Guns’n’Roses fame), wherein one of his mates said- ‘one can never comprehend the time in his world. Your on the Axl’s time zone’. I get the same feeling every time I finish an out of town #foodtrail. This last one in Mumbai though thoroughly satisfying, had…
An Ode to forgotten Hospitality
I love house parties. The madness that prevails before the guests arrive to ensure one puts their best foot forward- silverware polished, best China laid out, wine cellar stacked and the glassware spotless. It’s a lovely feeling to have close ones over on a pre planned date to ensure all is in order just like…
You want a Maserati?…you better work,work!!
Yes I work. I blog. I ride. I travel. Not to be confused with one another. And, on days like these, I’m in the hustle and bustle of Mumbai city for yet another client meeting. It’s funny, how at societal do’s, folk greet and raise the age old question, ‘You blog for a living? While…
And then there was ‘Light’
This is going to be a pictorial representation for the primary purpose of ‘art’. After all, art, is interpretive and can never be solely explained. Whilst the dishes do the talking, I shall parallel echo my sentiments of a night at Ziya at the Oberoi Mumbai. Persian for ‘splendour & light’ and the labor of love…
Mr.Worldwide
If your wondering about the title- as much as I would like to be Mr. Worldwide aka Pitbull, I still am mr. NObody the last time I checked. Here’s a candid confession about the beauty and art of eating a buffet (learnt the hard way of course) You are spoilt for choice and neglect is never…
A Date with Opa’s Arak
I’ve dated a German before. Well, a few actually! Such warm and reserved folk and so dedicated to a cause. So when I heard, I was heading to OPA Bar & Cafe it perplexed me a little(OPA in German means Grandfather). I enter with a few friends only to have the fragrance of exotic mixes…
Welcome to the Blog Party
Woke up this morning to a lovely piece written about one of my communities- the bloggers and content generators in the OHeraldo newspaper in Goa. Aptly put and described with a holistic view on media and where it’s heading. A BIG shoutout and thanks to my fellow blogger and writer Fernando Monte da Silva for…
The Festive fiery season
I love the festive season in Mumbai. Right in time for Diwali, the city is vibrant and overflowing with a buzz on overdrive with holiday mode in full swing,not to mention the chocolates and mithai that’s flooding my bag at the moment. And to add to this joy and celebration the ITC Maratha Mumbai,at their…
Dining with ‘Legend’
I admit. I have procrastinated over this article for over 2 weeks. I have scribbled and scratched paper (the old fashioned ink to pen) tossed it in the garbage – had a cuppa more than needed and still run short to deliver what I thought would be a befitting article to what I ultimately penned….
Welcome to the Dark side
A disclaimer: this post is going to be ridden with errors as I have carried on part of a sensory experiment. I typed most of this with my eyes closed. Yes, you read correctly. After all I believe in a holistic submersive experience as was presented to me at the Alila Diwa Goa all but…
Richter scale cupcakes
Today was a good day. A peaceful day. A day when one just wishes to do nothing significant, nothing impactful, nothing earth moving or so I thought. (let’s hold that thought till a little later in this post) Wash the bike, clean my room, stand in line to pay the bills, fill up gas, watch…
Gone ba-na-nas
I’m going to sing a song. You have one guess to get it right. It goes a little something like this; Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-nanaBa-ba-ba-ba-ba-nana banana-ah-ah togari noh pocato-li kani, malo mani kano chi ka- baba, ba-ba nana It’s Minion time. And while I’m on the subject of these lovable hilarious characters, I must say after a hectic…
mr.NObody 