Kuch tasveere mez par bikhri thi, Diary ke panno par Kuch alfaaz bhi usi tarah bikhre thePiyali bhari thi, Main bhi bhara sa thaTum kaha they, mujhe pata na thaThandi chai, thanda mausam Aur ek naya khali pannaMeri umeed ban gaye…
I want to talk about two things today. First is that my blog has a new look. See it, browse through it and tell me how is it. The update was needed as it was running on a theme which I placed back in 2014 (5 years ago). Wow, I've been blogging for quite some… Continue reading Two things
Wow we are in 2019 already and this is the 14th day. I thought I will check up on you guys and ask how you've been? Did you make some resolutions and did you stick to them? We all know by now that resolutions don't work or hardly work. Gym memberships go to waste, the… Continue reading Resolution of 2019
I was driving home the other evening after work. Slumped in my seat with some random radio channel on I stopped at a traffic signal. Ahead of me was this Maruti WagonR, a very famous Indian hatchback. My initial reaction was wow someone finally stopped at the signal. But in a few seconds, I could… Continue reading Traffic Signal
Chitli Qabar – an amalgamation of Urdu, Mughlai cuisine, and Tea!
The old aisles have always fascinated me.
The narrow roads, buzzing markets, the smell of spices, small shacks of street food, puzzling alleys, huge ivory houses, bemused tourists.
Being for over 25 years in the same country, the city looks so exotic!
Last weekend, after anticipating and continuous plannings, I finally visited Chandni Chowk with an aim. What was the aim you might wonder? It was simple, I wanted to find a really good cup of tea. So here I am presenting you the hidden gem of tea right from one of the oldest markets of Chitli Qabar.
But before we go there, let me tell you what was seen on the way!
Malo Tea Stall
As you keep moving through the narrower lanes of the Chitli Qabar market, one of the shops that will surely behold you is…
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The constantly moving pixelated text bothered me more than ever. The train kept passing stations, wheels rolling on the familiar tracks. There were all sorts of warnings and instructions on the screen telling you to not carry your bag on the back to not crossing the yellow line. The text would keep flowing from right… Continue reading Neverending metro ride
Mr. Abbas runs a ittar (attar) shop and must be over the age of 70. His little shop is on this slope that takes you to a temple. Very close to public parking, the shop would have sunlight during noon. A small entry in to the shop will reveal a bench where at max 3… Continue reading Uncle and his radio
Raat ke kuch 11 baje honge use yaad aaya ki gaadi bahar khadi hai aur choriyaan badhti jaa rhi thi. Neend main behaal woh utha, chappal pehni aur chabhi utha kar bahar nikla. Darwaze ke us par ek choti si CFL jal rahi thi aur mausam thanda sa tha. Sardi ke aasar in dino ke… Continue reading Gullad ka Ped
There is a guy who has a suitcase and a bunch of bananas in a plastic poly bag. I reckon he is traveling. My best guess would be he is going home for Raksha Bandhan, a Indian festival where sisters tie Rakhi (a thread) on their brother's wrists. The brother in return promises to protect… Continue reading Banana Guy
Kya yeh khoye hue log kabhi milte hai? Kya hota hai inka koi thikana? Woh jisko maine Dekha aaj haath failate hue Traffic signal par Kya woh ho sakta hai Ek khoya hua? Kya yeh khoye hue log milte hai kabhi? Bheed bazaro main Beech sadak par Ya fhir khali masjid Ye khali mandir main?… Continue reading Khoye Log