Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Hindi Language - National Language?

By the constitution, India does not have a 'National Language'. Hindi is adopted as 'Official Language' of the Union. Here is the excerpt from the constitution text which clearly indicates this fact. Is all the fuss created in the name of language in India really meaningful?

source: http://www.constitution.org/cons/india/p17343.html

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PART XVII

OFFICIAL LANGUAGE

CHAPTER I.- LANGUAGE OF THE UNION

343. Official language of the Union.

(1) The official language of the Union shall be Hindi in Devanagari script. The form of numerals to be used for the official purposes of the Union shall be the international form of Indian numerals.

(2)Notwithstanding anything in clause (1), for a period of fifteen years from the commencement of this Constitution, the English language shall continue to be used for all the official purposes of the Union for which it was being used immediately before such commencement: Provided that the President may, during the said period, by order_306 authorise the use of the Hindi language in addition to the English language and of the Devanagari form of numerals in addition to the international form of Indian numerals for any of the official purposes of the Union.

(3) Notwithstanding anything in this article, Parliament may by law provide for the use, after the said period of fifteen years, of-

(a) the English language, or

(b) the Devanagari form of numerals, for such purposes as may be specified in the law.

Sunday, September 09, 2007

India outplay South Korea to lift Asia Cup


The fever of the movie 'Chak De' seems to be gripping. It was a glorious day again for Indian Hockey. India lifting Asia cup for the second time consecutively. Hail Hockey!

News Source: CNN-IBN (www.ibnlive.com)

New Delhi: India beat South Korea 7-2 on Sunday to retain the men’s field Asia Cup. South Korea was completely outplayed as the in-form team led India to its second successive triumph in the Asia Cup.


Shivender Singh scored the first goal in the third minute by putting in a diagonal pass from Prabhjot Singh in the goal. South Korea came back through a penalty stroke conversion by Jang Jong-hyun in the ninth minute. But India soon was in the lead again through S.V. Sunil's goal.

Tushar Khandekar set up the third goal in the 31st minute when he took full advantage of a through ball and provided a square-pass to Prabhjot Singh, who made no mistake in flicking the ball inside the goal to give India a 3-1 halftime lead.

India's fourth goal came in a bizare manner when several South Korean players were busy contesting an umpiring decision and the ball was still in play and India launched a counterattack that set up the first of Rajpal Singh's two goals.

Ignace Tirkey made it 5-1 for India in the 53rd minute and Rajpal Singh put the game beyond China's reach by scoring India's sixth goal.

fter Prabhjot Singh put in India's seventh and last goal in the 65th minute, South Korea pulled one back two minutes from the end but it was a bit late in the day.

This was the biggest winning margin in the Asia Cup and India along with the trophy in the bag also achieved the feat of being undefeated through out the tournament.

Friday, September 07, 2007

Flashback. Zidane in Action!

I have watched this video several times and I still can't get enough of it. Zidane was a legend. I have not seen more elegant game in my time! Though he does not regret his act in the last minutes of FIFA world cup 06 final, I do think that if he had controlled his anger for that moment, France would have won the cup. They deserved it more than anyone else.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Shane Warne's 50 greatest cricketers of his time

Source www.timesonline.co.uk - Shane Warne's column

50 Jamie Siddons
49 Darren Berry
48 Brian McMillan
47 Chris Cairns
46 Dilip Vengsarkar
45 Waqar Younis
44 Alec Stewart
43 Michael Atherton
42 Ravi Shastri
41 Justin Langer
40 Kapil Dev
39 Stuart MacGill
38 Sanath Jayasuriya
37 Stephen Harmison
36 Andy Flower
35 Michael Vaughan
34 Bruce Reid
33 Allan Donald
32 Robin Smith
31 Tim May
30 Kevin Pietersen
29 Shoaib Akhtar / Craig McDermott
28 Saeed Anwar / Mohammad Yousuf
27 Jacques Kallis / Shaun Pollock
26 Steve Waugh
25 Darren Lehmann
24 Brett Lee
23 Stephen Fleming
22 Martin Crowe
21 David Boon
20 Adam Gilchrist
19 Aravinda de Silva
18 Merv Hughes
17 Matthew Hayden
16 Andrew Flintoff
15 Graham Gooch
14 Rahul Dravid
13 Anil Kumble
12 Mark Waugh
11 Courtney Walsh
10 Ian Healy
9 Mark Taylor
8 Ricky Ponting
7 Muttiah Muralitharan
6 Wasim Akram
5 Glenn McGrath
4 Allan Border
3 Curtly Ambrose
2 Brian Lara
1 Sachin Tendulka

My Comments:

1. Too many batsmen. Warne seems to be biased towards batsmen.

2. Sachin above Lara? No way. Lara is exceptionally talented player who survived in a team which hasn't been in limelight at all. Yet he excelled along with the responsibility to win matches single handedly.

3. Steve Waugh on 26th? Is he joking?

4. How on earth can you place Akram and Waqar so apart from each other? In my opinion Waqar was a much more lethal bowler than Akram.

5. What the hack are players like Harmison, Stuart MacGill, Lehmann doing in the list? With all due respect to them, they are not greatest 50 material.

6. Alan Donald on 33? Even behind players like Pieterson and Flintoff?

Sunday, September 02, 2007

Camping at Mt. Lemon

Fire ball emerging from the shadows

I want to float between these clouds!

The enormous !
Grim Wise Forest

The campers

Bare mountains wearing a veil of clouds

The golden rays

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Walk of life

I walked alone, O' I walked alone
Alone on the streets of life
Sometimes they're dark sometimes bright
Like a lone ranger, I climbed the heights

Roads of different kinds
Narrow winding roads merging into highways
Uphill climbs and smooth downhill slopes
Taking me nowhere and everywhere

Come O' my love, join me in my journey
You and me together, hand in hand
Careless of the world around us
We walk alone, O' we walk alone

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

There there - Radiohead

Radiohead's music is always so enigmatic and abstruse. It takes one in a different world of darkness with faint traces of sun-light. It is depressing but elevating at the same time. Look at the last line of this lyrics. "We are accidents waiting to happen!" ....
Or may be the accident has happened.....





In pitch dark I go walking in your landscape

Broken branches trip me as I speak
Just cos you feel it doesn't mean it's there
Just cos you feel it doesn't mean it's there
There's always a siren singing you to shipwreck (don't reach out, don't reach out [x2])
Stay away from these rocks we'd be a walking disaster (don't reach out, don't reach out [x2])
Just cos you feel it doesn't mean it's there (there's someone on your shoulder [x2])
Just coz you feel it doesn't mean it's there (there's someone on your shoulder [x2])
There there...
Why so green
And lonely [x3]
Heaven sent you
To me [x3]
We are accidents waiting
Waiting to happen
We are accidents waiting
Waiting to happen

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Executive Dinner in Manhattan

I had the costliest dinner of my life today in a restaurant in Manhattan, NY. The name is 'Dawat Indian Cuisine', located on 58th St. and 3rd Ave.

I paid $35 for a 'Vegetarian Thali' !! My friend Shashvat and I had decided to treat each other as both of us had got full funding for next semester and it was the penultimate day of my internship at Bloomberg. A treat to a wonderful summer in NY !

Friday, August 10, 2007

Photography in Boston

Here are some nice pics I clicked during my trip to Boston















Sunday, July 29, 2007

Java Everywhere

My unending love for Java is well known among my friends and colleagues. Here's a cool video promoting Java. Found it on Youtube. Enjoy :)

Saturday, July 28, 2007

One Year


Today is a special day. I completed one year in US. It was 28th July last year I had landed in San Francisco.

It's been a long journey. It really doesn't feel like one year. It feels much more. Like eternity. So many varied experiences. So many changes in life. So much learning.

Some memories .... fond or otherwise...

- Staying in the computer lab whole nights for 2 days straight, finishing the project.
- Snow in Tucson
- Struggle for getting funding in the first semester and failing
- First birthday in US
- Completing a project which was supposedly a half-semester project in only 3 days with Karthik
- Christmas with sister and brother in law in Sacramento
- Buying first iPod and Lord of The Rings complete 12 DVD set
- Getting TA in the department
- Giving a presentation to Undergraduate Students in Software Engineering Class
- Reaching last round of interviews at Microsoft for internship and failing
- Getting through Cerner Corp's interviews and first offer of internship
- Visiting NY for the first time for Morgan Stanley's interview. Failure in the end
- A surprise internship offer from Bloomberg, NY
- Spring break at sister's place
- Nominated for Best TA (But not getting it)
- Topping the second mid-term of Compiler subject. A huge surprise
- Summer in NY city in Bloomberg
- Meeting old friends - Nehal, Prachi, Ruchir and Taral
- Visits to Dallas, Philadelphia, Washington DC, Atlantic City, Kansas City, Seattle, San Francisco
- Successful completion of assigned work in Bloomberg. Praise from Manager
- 100+ hours of finance training in Bloomberg
- Daily commuting of three hours in total from New Jersey to New York

It sure was a hell of an eventful year!

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

A Day

6:30 AM - Buzzzz ... Alarm goes off. [Damn... I wanna go back to school]

6:45 AM - Selecting the coat and dressing up in crisp clothes pressed last night.... Admiring my dressing sense [Not doing it everyday though!! Only when I am really impressed by my choice of clothing]

6:55 AM - Boiling milk for Wagh-Bakri tea

7:05 AM - Walking towards railway station with tea in hand. Admiring green nature's beauty in surrounding areas. Listening to Pink Floyd/Radiohead/Cold Play

7:13 AM - On board express train to NY Penn Station. Standing near the door because of no seats left.

7:35 AM - Finally get a seat when train comes to Newark.

7:45 AM - Dozing off on seat.

8:00 AM - Arriving NY Penn Station. Wake up. [Damn... I wanna go back to school] Run to catch the subway train. Pass near the repulsively smelly Pretzel stall.

8:05 AM - On Subway train. Trying to avoid being a sandwich. [Too many people. But I like it! It feels like home. It feels like Mumbai locals or Chennai buses.]

8:15 AM - Walking towards office on Lexington Ave. Looking at the board of TGIF restaurant (Thank God It is Friday) And counting remaining week days.

8:30 AM - Breakfast time ! Bread, Sinful amount of cream cheese and juice

8:45 AM - Surfing News, Checking mail

9:00 AM - Work starts finally. [Come on. Stop being lazy now and start working]

10:00 AM - Juice time. [This will keep repeating throughout the day almost every one and a half hours]

12:30 PM - Lunch time. [(curse...) I am hungry. Tired of eating same food - pizza, subway... Forget it .. Will skip again... Let me get a cup of soup]
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4:00 PM - [Excitement... Day coming to end] Fill the time sheet. Fill Programmer Notes.

5:00 PM - Hurray ... Day over!

5:30 PM - Finance class starts... 3 very interesting hours about to start [When was the last time I eagerly waited for a class like this? I can't remember in my 17 years of academic life!]

8:30 PM - Class over. Walk towards subway. Look at the brightly lit streets with skyscrapers at both sides and fall in love with the city all over again. And again.

8:42 PM - Arriving NY Penn Station. Run for NJ transit. [Literally. Run. Otherwise will miss it by a few seconds]

9:00 PM - On board NJ Transit. Dozing on the seat.

10:00 PM - Walking back home on dark streets.

10:05 PM - Microwave frozen food. [God bless these frozen food makers.]

10:30 PM - Chat/Talk/Surf

11:00 PM - Reluctantly set the alarm for next morning.

11:10 PM - Deep sleep after a long tiring day.

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Silence - Language of Love

I don't listen to love songs. They are just too mushy and maudlin for me. I rather prefer the haunting and melancholy songs by Pink Floyd or Radiohead etc. But this song is an exception. Listening to it is a beautiful experience. Ronan has done a wonderful job.

The lyrics remarkably make sense. "You say it best, when you say nothing at all". How true! Silence is indeed the language of love.


Lyrics:
It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart
Without saying a word you can light up the dark
Try as I may I can never explain
What I hear when you don't say a thing

The smile on your face let's me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me wherever I fall
You say it best, when you say nothing at all

All day long I can hear people talking out loud (oh…)
But when you hold me near (oh, hold me near)
You drown out the crowd (drown out crowd)
Try as they may, they can never defy
What's been said between your heart and mine

The smile on your face let me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me wherever I fall
You say it best, when you say nothing at all…oh

Oh, the smile on your face let's I know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me wherever I fall
You say it best, when you say nothing at all

You say it best, when you say nothing at all
You say it best, when you say nothing at all
(The smile on your face)
You say it best, when you say nothing at all
(The truth in your eyes)
(The touch of your hand)
You say it best, when you say nothing at all
(Let me know that you need me)
You say it best, when you say nothing at all (nothing at all)
You say it best, when you say nothing at all (nothing at all)
You say it best, when you say nothing at all (nothing at all)

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Gray

Gray color is normally not many people's favorite color. Neither is it mine in normal circumstances. Yet I consider that color to be special in many ways.

Today I woke up to a gray morning. It had been raining since night and the dawn was very different from the usual day breaks. It was covered in the gray colored cloak of mist. My fascination for such weather is not unknown. Such days, which many people call 'Depressing', never fail to elevate my soul.

I am writing this sitting besides a window on the train to NY. Tiny rain drops are splashing the window glass and making beautiful music. Gray hills, gray woods, small gray houses and semi transparent gray fog. The lack of clarity makes trees at a distance look like small hills. As if the trees are pretending to be more mature like hills. Just like small kids would wear a fake mustaches and long coats to pretend to be an adult.

I am passing over the calm waters of a river. The fog seems to gel well with the surface the water. The river is so motionless that the fog seems to rest on the water. Calm and beautiful. I always quote Oscar Wilde when it comes to describing the magic of unclarity. He says clarity kills the fun. It ruins the beauty. A rose covered with mist is always more beautiful.

Imagine taking a walk on a morning which has bathed in the night rain. The streets are wet and that unique wet earth's smell fills the air. The fog wraps around everything. Acting like a comforter or a rug. Protecting you temporarily from the harsh world surrounding you. Would you rather take a walk on such a morning or on a morning brightly lit by the summer sun? I would rather prefer the cool beads of mist than sweat dripping off my forehead.

Gray is the color of uncertainty. Don't we say 'It looks gray to me'. And isn't it also true that such uncertainty makes life much more exciting and interesting? That's why gray holds a special place in the spectrum of colors in my opinion.

Now the gray color around me has vanished into the thin air and it is replaced by thick black color of darkness. The train has just entered the tunnel approaching NY Penn Station. It has indeed put a stop to the train of my thoughts now.

Signing off....
Gandalf

Monday, July 16, 2007

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Shadows

I was walking home on NJ streets tonight back from the NJ Transit station. My only companions were my shadows. Here the streets are well lit unlike some of the Tucson streets where there is hardly any light. The shadows were rising and falling as I moved away from one light and went closer to the next one. A consistent theme of rise and fall of shadows.

I felt that the shadow was like our own ego and the lights were like knowledge. As you move closer to the light, the shadow diminishes. Just like as you move closer to knowledge, the brilliance of knowledge lessens the ego and makes you more humble. The more you move away from light, the more the shadow grows and becomes menacingly tall. Just like you move away from knowledge, into the darkness of ignorance, and your ego starts to inflate and become bigger and fatter.

Let there be light. Let there be knowledge.

Sunday, June 03, 2007

Atlantic City - A City of Pleasure


I am a very quiet and peace loving person. Which, in common language, is translated as 'I am quite a boring person' because I do not go to pubs or clubs etc and I find pleasure in the pages of my favorite books. This time when my friends here decided to go to Atlantic City which is a miniature version of Las Vegas in terms of Casinos and night life, I was highly skeptical of joining them.

Niki, a friend of mine always says you should try new things and experience different worlds, other than your own. This time I thought, 'Not a bad idea!'. And thus I made up my mind to go to Atlantic City which I call A city of Pleasure.

It is about 100 miles from the place where I live in New Jersey. We started the drive at about 6 in the evening and were there by 8. We visited a few places in which prominent ones were Trump Taj Mahal, Balley's Casino and Kasbah Night Club.

Kasbah - The place where even the inanimate would spring to life and dance

This was my first experience in any kind of discotheque/nigh-club/dance-floor. My decision to go to this place in Atlantic City was partly out of curiosity and partly out of the fact that I had nothing else to do at night and nowhere to stay. So I decided to join the band-wagon and went to the place with my friends.

The moment I stepped into the place, I felt an acoustic attack on my ears by the loudest possible music playing on the dance floor. The whole place was dimly lit or not lit at all with dizzying lights flashing over my head. For those who are familiar with dance floors, this might be a usual setup for you but it was a first such real world experience for me as till now I had only seen such places in movies and on television. Initially the place was quite empty and not many people ventured to the center stage where the show was about to begin! There were 3-4 dance girls showing some amazing dance steps from their specially built stage.

As the hour hand of the clock neared 12-12.30, people started stepping into the dance floor with their dance partners or in groups and set the floor rocking by their steps and movements of their bodies. We were a group of boys and unfortunate enough not to have any dance partners. So after initial few minutes, I grew tired of dancing alone and took a seat at some distance from the floor and started observing people (Ofcourse from a journalistic point of view!!)

The place was oozing euphoria, like any dance club would do. People would get drunk, move away from reality for a few hours and dance till their feet ache. Here there is no sadness. If world was to comprise of such people, you would think that we have achieved eradication of sadness and problems from the society. Everyone is in a sheer bliss. The alcohol has taken over the mind. If not, it is the music which does that job with equal efficiency.

I wonder what energizes people and enables them to keep dancing for hours together. Is it the magic of alcohol? Or it is the magic of the atmosphere as a whole. Whether it is the head-banging beats of Linkin Park or wine like smooth hip-hop of Akon, the music sets the mood for dancing. Smiles all around. Laughs here and there. Corners filled with private meetings. Center stage filled with euphoric youth. Alcohol flowing everywhere. Is this heaven? Where people, at least temporarily, forget their problems and difficulties of life and shake their bodies to the beats of music.

I see people of every age, class and region of the world. Young ones who have just got a permission to enter this place as they have turned 21. More mature players who frequent clubs weekly or even more. Middle aged people who are still young at heart. People who come from the class of financially creamy. Salaried people who work for hours during the weekdays and earn a lot to spend during the weekends. People like me who are there for no good reason. Asians, Americans, Chinese and others.


Every person has a story behind him. An Indian couple where the lady is extremely uncomfortable with this whole concept and is there just because the cosmopolitan husband asked her to come there. A Mexican couple where the lady is very enthusiastic and dancing with amazing grace but the husband has absolutely no interest in the activity. A group of young girls who have drunk to the limits and are posing for photographs in not-so-decent poses. There are heavily built security personnel who are dressed in absolute black with ear phones and wireless instruments with them. Their job, to keep the trouble makers out. I witnessed one such ugly incident of one person going out of control and 6-7 such security personnel grabbed the man and threw him out of the club. The main attraction was a 4.5 feet tall chinese/nepalese fellow of age at least more than 50 who danced like a pro and was immediately adored by the girls!

People somehow love to move away from reality and lose self control. Getting high is fashionable and fun. One fellow was not even able to stand on his feet when he entered the place. I am sure he will be the one taking least effort to dance. His brain cells are going haywire anyway! He will just dance to the tunes of stars in front of his eyes.

Along with pleasure, there is beauty every where here. Where ever you turn your head, you will see personification of beauty. Beautiful girls in black dresses. Handsome young men in party coats. Even if you have not been blessed by the nature with a beautiful face, the cosmetics will do the job. America has everything to offer to everyone. Weight control pills for the horizontally challenged, body building capsules for the weak, tonnes of make up chemicals for not-so-beautiful people and so on. You have to name it and America will give it to you.

Finally at about 3 o'clock at night, we came out of the Kasbah. Moving from sheer ecstasy to the real world. My friends who danced to the most of their capacity stuttered with their legs shaky, head jittery and ears playing the tunes of violin. Though my body did not have to go through what theirs had to while dancing, my ears were definitely ringing. They had grown comfortable in that loud noise burst. They were demanding for more. Like a drug addict would demand for his stuff.

Late night errands for finding a room to stay

When we came out of the club finally, it was almost 3.30 at night. It was a big mistake not to pay attention to the need of booking a room earlier. Therefore the victims of our own foolishness, there we were, wandering on strange and unsafe streets of Atlantic City at the darkest hours!

All the places had 'No Vacancy' boards put up outside. The car was also parked at a far distance and thus we kept on walking. The streets and alleys were full of loafer type guys and girls. Many of them high on something much more powerful than alcohol. Men gathered around nude dance clubs. People stoned and lying on footpath. A girl comes to us and offers a room and tries to make 'an indecent proposal' too. We swiftly move ahead and luckily spotted a motel which looked pretty decent. The guy at the reception was an Indian. Initially quite stubborn, he finally gave in and agreed to give us a two-bed room. Finally the hunt ended and we slumped on beds and without realizing, drifted to sleep in a moment.

Bally's Casino - Try your luck, but I will make sure you never win

The wise have said. An average man never walks out of a casino with more money than he entered. Chances of coming out with same amount of money are as slim. We entered this Bally's casino. What we see defies imagination. Extravagantly ornate halls. Multitudes of Slot machines. Hundreds of tables of Poker, Blackjack, Roulette and Wheel of Fortune and so on. We see happy faces and sad faces. Some tables have roars of the victorious. Some have low moans of the loser.

Gambling is an art. It's not about how well you play. It's about when you stop playing. Because in the long run, almost everyone ends up losing. One friend who was with us had a very nice explanation. It's very simple. The more you risk the more your chances of winning big. The casinos have unlimited supply of money. We do not. They are willing to risk what we can not even imagine. Therefore if you continue to play at some table, even if you are riding high on your luck initially, you will end up losing at some point of time. And that blow will be a lot heavier than what you have earned.

I didn't want to try anything heavy. I have full confidence on my luck. It does not click when expected. Thus I tried something simple and with low bets. I put my money on Wheel of Fortune. It follows the 'Bell curve'. My money grows, reaches highest point and I start loosing. The bell curve is not satisfied at touching the horizontal axes. It dips even further. I lose all my money. Plain and simple rule. You win, win, win and lose everything. I am glad I restricted myself to a very small amount and considered it not as a gamble but more like a game fee. (I know it is euphemism! But it doesn't pain much to say you paid entry fee for some game as it does to say you lost in gambling.) I also tried my hand with a few dollars at a game called Keno. We Indians call it Housey. The numbers which claimed to be my friends, all my lucky numbers turned hostile and I lost money there too. My loss of 17 dollars in total looked minuscule in comparison to other guys who lost in three figure numbers.

The run to hunt down luck ended in a while and we finally exited the casino before further damage to our pockets.

I can't help become a little philosophical at the end. Why don't people ever think that a 25 dollar minimum bet at Roulette can buy a day's meal for a hungry family. A 100 dollar bet on a Poker table can save someone's life in an emergency room. There are people who have more than they can spend. There are people on the other extreme of the economical spectrum who can hardly save for their second meal of the day. But honestly I also didn't have this conscientious thought while I put my money on a wheel of fortune. Can I blame other people? Aren't we all the same?

P.S.
I have not taken any of these photographs. And they are just here to visually enhance my post!

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Friday, June 01, 2007

An eventful day

Yesterday was a little better than usual days in terms of feeding me some excitement and momentary stimulus of adrenalin.

It was a little incident on the train which became one of the marking events of the day. I was traveling from NJ to NY as usual on NJ Transit train. And as usual the stations passed one by one. All of a sudden, while the train had stopped on one of the stations, there was some disturbance and movement in the passageway between cabins. And in the blink of an eye, some 4-5 cops entered the cabin from both the doors and shouted at us to get out of the train right then. I could not figure out what the situation was but no sooner had the cops entered than we got down the train and luckily there was another train on the other end of the platform which we could take and safely reach NY. Some action to start the day with!

In the evening, I had my team dinner which was at a steakhouse. One of my team members had organized the event and he was feeling quite uncomfortable when I told him that I do not even eat eggs. He specially asked the hotel manager to arrange for some vegetarian dish for me. We reached there and the restaurant was a very posh setup on 46th street of downtown New York.

The menu had only two types of items mainly. 2 pages full of wine varieties. And one page full of beef varieties. The price range of wine was astonishing and was suitable to people from most varied financial backgrounds. The range started from somewhere around $40 a bottle to the maximum which I could locate - $2000 a bottle. Such luxury and class.

My stubborn intolerance and dislike for alcoholic beverages prevented me from tasting the delicious looking drink which was smoothly making its way from the bottle to the glasses like a creek of divine liquid. Enticing and luscious.

And that 'special' vegetarian food item which was brought to me is beyond description. It was a mixture of various vegetables, some hardly recognizable by an average Indian, all of them in their most raw forms.

The funniest looked potatoes. It was called mashed potatoes. And the item was made out of one potato. Without exaggeration, it was literally plain boiled potato, and that too with the skin intact. Without any alternatives, I tried to eat something called asparagus and broccoli. The other half of the plate had mushrooms which I dislike from the bottom of my heart, spinach leaves and a few unknown (wild looking) vegetables.

Somebody had ordered a dish called creamed spinach. It did taste like the curry of our own Paalak Paneer. But by the time it had arrived on our table, I had lost all the enthusiasm to try anything at all. Thus I just had a spoon to make that fellow feel good who had organized this party.

The bill per head was around $150 dollars. I can state with confidence that this is the most expensive place I have eaten at. Or attempted to eat!

While returning it was quite late and people say it is not very safe to travel late in NY subway trains. I took my usual train from 53rd street to Pennsylvania station NY. There were not many people on the train. And once again I found myself in similar but much less thrilling situation like morning. Again the train stopped at a station and I heard the announcement that the train I was on will stop at the next station so whoever wanted to go to Penn Station, would have to change the train from that station. Once again people got down and we had to wait on a very threateningly quiet, small and dingy subway station. Finally I reached home at about 9.30 or so at night and it was the end to a 'not so normal' day.