Article on nightlife in Gurgaon (Suburb magazine Sept issue)

Gurgaon is no longer only a corporate hub; the millennium city is home to a growing number of pubs,restaurants and night clubs. Gurgaon has a growing young population with high disposable incomes which allows them to experiment with new food concepts and at the same time crave for their indigenous cuisines.With the advent of a slug of corporates, the demand for clubs and party places obviously has gone up. Clubs / fine diningrestaurants and bars are cashing in on this new trend. New places are opening every week. With the increase of supply, these places are giving innovative incentives for party goers to visit them. This includes‘Ladies’Nights’ which area welcome addition for women to party from early evening around 6pm into the wee hours should they so wish.

A restaurant owner explains."Tuesday has always been the leanest day in the hospitality industry. There is 'the people don't drink on Tuesday' logic, besides the ‘who-parties-mid –week’ question. But Ladies' Night has changed all of this completely. He adds, "The idea behind Ladies' Night was basically to boost weekday sales. In fact, many ladies prefer an exclusive night for themselves instead of the crowded weekend bashes. Now, Tuesday night is actually more crowded and busier for us. Women get to party early and leave early for their home after chit chat and a few drinks.

This is creating a new culture among youngsters working in the crazily mushrooming corporate houses;theyare partying more on weekdays now.

This is a win-win for restaurants and clubs who had low business on weekdays. A DLF Phase-V resident who works witha top MNC explains - "Our company meetings no longer happen in hotels, the management prefers to have a get together in a decent restaurant where they customize the packages according to the client’s requirement. This way we get a variety of options at a steal."

For people who believe in partying at home, lots of options have opened up as the home delivery business has spiced up due to new entrants. The business is growing more than twenty percent per year in Gurgaon. Zomato.com says there are around a thousand restaurants in Gurgaon and fifty percent of them are onMG Road, DLF Phase 1,3 and 4 and SushantLok. New entrants like ‘Grill and Wok’ in DLFPhase 3 are very focused on the delivery aspect and cashing in on the growing trend. Even full service restaurants like YoChina and PindBalluchi have started sprucing up their systems for getting into this segment.

Home delivery is always a cheaper option for Gurgaon residents and convenient for people with busy schedules in office.

For those who come back hungry after pubbing there are many 24 hours coffee shops in Gurgaon in hotels- from Park Hotel's New Town Café- biryani mid night feast, MukeshDhaba near Genpact to Westin Hotel’s Seasonal Tastes coffee shop. Gurgaon residents do have a lot to choose from.

A whole new option has also come up for Gurgaon residents. Start-ups like Batman Delivers, Fly By Knight, Midnight Express, Munchies, and MadBites, among others, are picking up business through the night as Indians increasingly stay up long hours-partying, meeting work deadlines or tweeting or chatting away on social media sites.These firms not only deliver food at your doorstep, but also cigarettes and chocolates, and even sachets of Eno and condoms-all after the Cinderella deadline.

My first article in Suburblive.in (Gurgaon Magazine)

Once upon a campus

Suddenly, all the uncertainty that marked the preceding months is replaced by the need to get ready for college life. Preparing for admissions, filling forms, new wardrobe, notepads, all mark the beginning. Undoubtedly, this is one of the most impressionable phases of our life. Where am I going to fit in? who are going to be my mates? My expedition will begin at the college canteen and student clubs and organisations. Bwahaha! I’m wishing my teachers are characters in a sitcom. They could teach with laughter in the background. Instead of talking about grammar and commas we could have politically incorrect banter and insult each other over a hot cappuccino. College is more than just sitting in classes and earning a degree. It's about being involved and taking advantage of other kinds of learning experiences.
Knowledge, attendance, gossiping, love and relationships, drama and suspense, parties, fashion trend setters… all go hand-in-hand. There is a negative and positive side to everything. And then just as you think you have packed your entire life, there still might be a little space in the elephant-like suitcase. You might be forgetting something and no its not your mom's homemade food! What I’m talking about is the nasty feeling of emptiness and hunger inside you, the feeling of being loved by someone unconditionally. Maybe in the last century people met their future spouses in college and yes, sometimes it does happen but nowadays, if you are hoping for a Romeo and Juliet romance, think again! Settling in your college life is itself a task and engaging in relationships on campus is simply setting the clouds to the horizon. I'm neither a pessimist nor a feminist, I’m none of the things which end with the "-ist." I'm just being real! Only 1 in a million relationships last for a lifetime. They are no longer based on similarities and compatibility, support and understanding.

Is it actually serious or just another score in your game of love? College students play more games than the NBA! Does the term "Friends with benefits" sound familiar? Some living on campus just want to date or "mess around" with no strings attached. Maybe not all college students are looking for one-night stands or "just dating", but most of the people I’ve bumped into think this way. Their excuse generally goes like this:" I do not have enough time to commit" or "I am just trying to focus on my education right now." I've understood how sex and partying does not take up time but carrying out simple responsibilities does? I am not saying all college relationships are impossible but few of them are healthy. Nevertheless, if the relationship does go wrong, the break-up is even worse. As it is said, to love is to suffer.

To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you're getting this down. Now before I completely turn you in an anti-college dating freak, let me inform you that college relationships may be beneficial and most memorable. Relationships, both continuing and the ones with a bad break-up help you mature and grow as an individual. Through relationships, you can learn how to make better choices and decisions, how to avoid conflicts, and how to read people's minds and emotions. You also learn more about yourself, such as your likes and dislikes, pet peeves, faults, strengths and weaknesses. Establishing yourself is the most important, so that you are not dependent on someone else. On a more positive note, the more you "practice" the more you learn about yourself and how to handle relationships. Thus, at times and if done sincerely, practice does make perfect! Love is confusingly beautiful. Enjoy every bit of it as you never know how your story will end!

In conversation

“Well whaddayaknow! You made it kid… I… Fantastic… congratulations!”
“Thank you, thank you! And I wanted to come here and tell you that this would not have been possible without
you!”
“Really? You think?”
“Yes… I learnt nothing in class. Actually it was all the Sundays that I spent here that got me this… So, thank you!”
He stretched out his hand and getting on to the cue, she walked right into him and clawed him all around. Sitting
on his stool, hugging her, he felt nice. Nice about the fact that he had apparently been able to help someone with
something in their life and also about the fact that she was actually there to acknowledge it. Perhaps that made the
whole situation even better.
“It isn’t just the Sundays you know…”
“Hmmm?”
“It wasn’t just the Sundays that got you here…”
“Oh no, I know that… I got it from just spending time with you. It went way beyond the books.”
“Ya, I know… It was more than every day here… You officially live here more than you live at your own house.”
She pushed him away, but he caught her smiling.
“Shut up, asshole!”
“But I love you baby… And I am proud of you!”
And the smile disappeared. Completely. And she even came off as being a little nervous. Not nicely nervous, it was
the bad phase of the emotion. She looked unsure about her surroundings, even tried to pull her hands around
herself, not knowing what else she could do with them. He could sense it. He could sense that she had something
on her mind, only he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to hear it or not.
“Ok, why the snake eyes sweetie?”
“What did you just say?”
He was as blank on hearing that as the expression that followed.
“Huh? I just said that I’m very proud of you…”
“No, the other thing…”
“Congratulations?”
“Stop hedging…”
“Ok… why don’t you tell me what I said and I’ll work backwards from there?”
“You said… you love me?”
“Yes, I do… But I thought you already knew that by now…”
“Are you serious?”
“What’s the fuss? Why keep asking me that?”
“This isn’t a joke…”
Clearly it wasn’t because he was sure as hell missing the punchline. It was all flying over his head. He couldn’t
understand what she was getting at. Why, all he said was that he was proud of her and that he loved her even
more… That had to be it. It was clear now. Though as clear as mud.
“It’s the ‘I love you’ part which has caught your fancy?”
“Yes… Why say that at all… What you and I have is something so very special… why would you want to ruin it
like that?”
“You know, you answered your question and yet have no clue about it.”
“What?”
“Guess so… you just said what we had was special right. And that clearly is not cause enough for me to say that I
love you? Or it could even be vice versa you know…”
“But it’s not like that between you and me…”
“Not like what… Oh, oh, oh… I get it now… You think I meant it in that sense?”
“How many senses are there?”
“Jesus! Jingles… You do realize that there are other forms of love too in this world, right?”
“Yes… but why would you tell me that? You’re not my father or my brother, or an uncle, or anything of that
sort…”
“Baby, I think I am all of those in a package.. But no, it’s not quite that. Am I not your friend?”
“Of course you are…”
“And that’s how I love you… as a friend!”
“That doesn’t happen.”
“So you don’t love any of your girlfriends?”
“Huh?”
“Friends who are girls…”
“Yes, sure… there is Hina and Gagan and…”
“… yeah sure… so you love them, right?”
“Of course I do…”
“So you are a lesbian?”
“What?”
“So why can’t that apply to you and me then?”
It was evident that something was making more sense to her now. It was weird though. No guy ever told her that he
loved her and not mean getting into her pants. It was like the yearly ritual. All the guys through school and even
college, all of them wanted to cuddle. But it was only time that amplified the true nature of the cuddling. It was
after sex. And she wasn’t the one who wanted that kind of a guy around her.
But here was a chap saying that he loved her and not mean it in that sense. A guy she felt so very safe around, in
thought even.
“Ok, I get it… like your ‘virgin’ and ‘ejaculation’ things… It’s cool and yes, I love you too. More than you can
think!”
“My, how inappropriate!”
“Shut up!”
He opened his arms out once again and this time she walked right in with the smile intact. He grabbed her tightly
towards himself, wishing that time would just stand still completely. And he could hold on to her forever. It was
after a long time that he had such companionship. That he had someone who he could really call his friend.

Excerpts from an unpublished novel

It was Sunday, but it was also final exam week. And while her home would have definitely been a more quieter place
to study and focus on things, she had still decided to come over to the floor above and study at his house. And the
only reason behind this was not breakfast. It was also the fact that his encyclopedic knowledge of English literature
served as a ready-reckoner whenever she needed one.
“That’ll do… and also help! And not a moral lecture. Helping me learn something is not the same as doing my
tute.”
“It’s exam week and I’d do anything within my capability to help you get good numbers — something which I did
not get.”
“What you serious? You? Did not get something like 70 percent or something?”
“It was a big doubt on everyone’s face believe me, when they saw my poorly 48. But then again, the one who did get
the only First Div went on to do her MA, MPhil, and PhD. And is now getting married and going off to live in…
get this… Nagpur.”
“And you are excellence preserved in a human body… and on the pages of a magazine.”
“You could make it more corny by adding, ‘and in the hearts of your readers’ you know?”
She had the prettiest laugh ever. You could see all her glistening white teeth shine through the big, yet not repulsive,
crevice between her two lips and when she raised her hand to cover it as her body shook all over, all he wanted to do
was go over and hug her close to himself. And yet, he never felt anything of anything for her. It was strange,
something people went to shrinks for.
“Listen, I need help with the Lit Theory paper. You up for that?”
“Always!”
“Fine then… get on with the breakfast, and I’ll get on with the books… just hurry up.”
She tried to go over and park herself by his bed, which was basically a mattress dumped on the floor. But it was the
only one seating area in the room which was parked against the corners of the walls, allowing for sufficient backrest.
And again, technically, it was not his bed. It was like a sofa-cum-dumpster for when “people” came. But it was also
the place where he crashed. Everyday.

And since he never got around to making it decent for the “people” who came over, it was always a crumpled mess.
Normally she would run her hands through the covers and pillows to make it human again, but today there was no
time on hand to get into housekeeping. She dropped her books on one side and threw herself to the other — and
the next minute she found herself lying down on it completely, using her hands to cover her face, with her legs
crumpled all over her. She had two dogs glaring over her, their mouth in what he called a “lip smile” position,
which was the one where the four canines were clearly visible, and they had that thundering roar going on non-stop
mode from within. The third one was sitting at the other side of the bed, trying to investigate the books that had landed on her head.

He came running out of the kitchen on hearing the commotion and demanded to know what was going on.
“They were under the blankets. I had no idea!”
“Oh ya, well, they do that a lot. You should check. Pepsi, Sprite… come on, get off her. She’s sorry!”
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry… I really didn’t know that you’ll were under there… Please…”
And the dogs pulled back. They joined Limca in the book investigation as Jigyasa pulled herself up again. She loved
the dogs and they loved her too, but what had happened right then was a little scary.
“What on earth where they doing under the blanket?”
“It’s cold… they always stay under the blanket when its cold.”
“What do you mean they always stay under the blanket?”
“They sleep with me na… so they normally don’t leave the blanket after I get up!”
“You sleep with them? Ewwww… Why?”
“Ok, no dog, no opinion… alright? And if you must know, my dogs are my life. So forget sleeping with them, I
share food, and wouldn’t even think twice if I have to eat from their dishes… you get me?”
“That’s just gross! The germs and all, don’t you mind?”
“No, I don’t. I’m telling you, they mean everything to me.”
“Why do they mean everything to you?”
“What kind of a question is that?”
“I mean, I’m sure there are other people in your life… your father, mother, siblings, other relationships… why the
dogs?”

A few words there did not seem right for him. He didn’t like it. He had not been liking it from the time that she
had started raising aspersions about his relationship with his dogs, but somehow now she had crossed the line.
Somehow.

Who is an Indian?

When our countrymen visit a developed country, say America or UK, they take to the queue culture of that country as duck takes to water. We eagerly look around for bins to dispose off waste and take utmost care not to litter the public space. The best part of all this is that we smile and even ask our children to behave well. No spitting, no littering and, of course, no urinating against the walls!
However, a quick and strange transformation takes place as soon as the plane touches down at the Indira Gandhi International airport, or elsewhere in India, and we get the familiar sights and smells of our beloved country. Most of us do not mind elbowing or shoving others to take hold of our baggage on the belt, without even saying ‘sorry.’ Soon we show our true colours and live up to the old adage: ‘While in Rome, do as the Romans do.’

Even at places where the people are decent enough to queue up, we explore all the subversive possibilities to get to the front of the serpentine queue. Oh, the agony of standing in the queue! If all else fails, then a search begins to locate an agent so that the queue could be bypassed by paying a small fee. Why is this change in our conduct as soon as we arrive in our own country? Why do we bid goodbye to the good manners that looked so wonderful in foreign countries? Why do we dump the basic etiquettes in the nearest dust bin on our arrival in India?

The answer is simple, it is in our culture. We follow the ‘chalta hai’ culture in india. If you jump a traffic light, there is always a way to ensure you don’t need to pay the fine. Rather, you bribe the traffic constable and continue to your destination. It’s a country where people are found of short cuts. There is a short cut to everything. In a country where 40% of the population is below the poverty line, and rich are getting richer and poor getting poorer , this is bound to happen.

No wonder you see an escalation in crime and burglary. Unemployment is growing and youngsters are falling prey to easy lure of money.

The basic necessities are not taken care of. We all talk of development but the government is not even committed to ensure that these basic needs of the people are met. You have neta’s who venture for overseas trips every now and then. But when it comes to replicating the learning's from their visit abroad and finding a method to the madness in their own country, they are clueless.

The whole country knows that who is corrupt, every third month the roads have to be done again, every time the bridges fall but who cares for the public.

Instead we have to pay more taxes, hike in petrol,diesel prices and more costly vegetables. They think this will cure everything and GDP will rise.

Right now the only thing rising, is an uproar, a young india is rising and soon there will be a revolution. Time has come when young india takes up the mantle and changes things.

Yes, India is the most backward nation when it comes to safety or the value of a life of a person. There are hundreds of people dying but no one cares. Not the police, not the administration. Unless there is a change, there will be loads of people leaving the country and settling abroad. And this doesn’t augur well for the country. The time has come to take the fight for our future in our own hands and make a difference. Yes, its high time we tell the people that yeh sab nahin chalta hai, and they need to change their mindset or get washed away by the tide of change.

The time is right to change the system, to change our way of thinking, we need to change the policies and the backward laws that are in place and only then we will see a change.

But Is the PM listening? (Theek hai?)

Funny One liners

Awesome one liners decoded-


Incidently, Hina khar anagrams to Hi Nakhra! (hina rabani khar -pak foreign minister)

If you want Arnab to shut up,make him the Prime minister!

Baby: a program that takes nine months to develop and a whole lifetime to debug

Innocence: the look on your face when you return home from a trip to bangkok

Arnab goswami is the only man in the universe who can see three sides of a coin.

Railway fares finally hiked. i think they were waiting to see if the world really ends in 2012.

LOC: Line of control or line of compromise

Describe delhi's winter in three words:
Mercury Mars Uranus

Arjun Tendulkar, SACHIN Tendulkar and Shahid Afridi: God, Godfather and Juvenille!

Literature festivals are usually a holy congregation of three C's
Chicks, Chic and Chicanery.