Objectivity & Opinions 

Over a gifted night of wine & cheese in the solace of my own dominion, I read this phrase that stuck with me till date.  ‘Opinions are like arseholes, Everyone has one’ Without too much of a pun on the word, in my ‘opinion‘ everyone is entitled to their own as long as they don’t subject…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

Say ‘V’ che with Pisco 

I assure you this is not a new language I’m making one learn. Though, the pronunciation has got my goat as much as the grape that almost went down my wind pipe in the quest to get it right. It’s a quirk, I tell you. After all, one can never really digest a good meal…

My first Birdcage Threesome 

Wicked thoughts scurrying thy mind? I assure you of nothing scandalous, I plan on keeping this post PG rated for my younger followers (though I assure you some of them could teach you and I a thing or two.) Happy to be back in Mumbai once again and excited to know I’m meeting guests who…

Gardening @ the bar 

I must confess. I miss my garden. The smell of wet mud, the plucking of weeds and my entire gardening apparel, gloves, hat et all. The simple joys of pottering and tottering around getting my hands dirty (in a matter of speaking).  On my food trail in lovely Mumbai on a glorious sweaty and sunny…