Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Beijing Bites experience

My missus had this burning desire to check out the Chinese food at Beijing Bites in Vijayanagar. I told her it's no where closer to the Chinese food that she had in mind, but she still insisted me to take her there and I had to succumb to her demands, I drove her to the restaurant on a warm Friday evening. I had warned her to keep her expectations at the lowest level.

The ambience of the restaurant was decent but there were hardly any crowd at 7, we took a table for two. The waiter gave us a menu card and served water (probably wifey had expected green-tea in place of water). She thought the restaurant was meant for Chinese crowd (like the ones found in US) and asked if they had a Chinese menu. The waiter didn't hear her properly, he said, "Sure madam" and sent another waiter who belonged to Mongoloid race. Wifey was very happy to see him, few Mandarin words dropped out of her lips but the guy seemed to be confused. I asked him if he was Chinese and he said he wasn't, I asked him where was he from, with a heavy accent he responded "Weaas Bengaaal sa!!!" I had to explain to wifey about the whereabouts of West Bengal, her gladness faded in an instant.

Wifey: What dish is authentic Chinese here?
Bengali: Maam you ca sake sti fry vezetable
Wifey: What is it?
Bengali: Iss vezetables sti fried wiz azinomoto and peppa
Wifey: Can you make it without any Indian masala?
Bengali: Sue madam, no masala
Wifey: What else? Some soup? Do you have the one in this picture?
Bengali: Madam you can sake vez wanton soup...no spice
Wifey: Does it look like this picture?
Bengali: No no madam...thas ausentic Chinese food, we don't have zat.
Wifey: OK one veg wanton soup and a bowl of rice
Bengali: Sue madam
Wifey: Also get chopsticks please
Bengali: Sue madam

Thankfully the food somewhat resembled and tasted like its Chinese counterparts and missus was glad, however it was interesting how the waiter sent a Chinese looking guy when asked for Chinese menu.

Wednesday, May 05, 2010


Tuesday, May 04, 2010

Bihu - The Breath of Assam

Bihu was a very serendipitous thing that happened to us during our recent visit to northeast. We had no idea what or when Bihu was before we made an impromptu visit to Dinjan village in Tinsukia district of Assam. Before I proceed, I would like to thank wholeheartedly Ms. Ali and her family who were very hospitable to us in the village.

Bihu (Rongali Bihu) happens in the month of April marking the Assamese new year and spring arrival. In the countryside, its observed by groups going from one house to another singing and dancing Bihu; while in cities its organized as a stage event. Fortunately we got to see the countryside way of celebrating Bihu and the experience is a very memorable one. This photoblog is all about that.

By 6 in the evening we were at Ali's house sipping hot tea and munching a sweet made of sesame seeds and jaggery. Outside it kept drizzling and the twilight was speedily fading to night. The pleasant sound of the Bihu beats was in the air, few lads, dressed in dhoti, were rehearsing the drumming for the upcoming event. It was dark when we came out of Ali's house, the drum sounds guided us along the narrow alley completely covered with puddle of mud. I was in a very compromising situation as I walked through, my slippers got stuck in the mud slush, I had to carry them in one hand, camera in the other with the shaft of the umbrella held between my head and shoulder to protect the camera from rain.

We first reached a house where a group of elderly men were celebrating Bihu. They were delighted to see the bright flashes from the camera, they knew there was a tourist. The celebrations were very noisy and chaotic, the whole group was high on rice wine. Like I mentioned earlier, this group would go dancing from one house to another house where they're offered wine, food and tambul (betel nut & betel leaf). Probably they were already drunk from their previous visits, they were high and happy.

The hosts invited me inside their house and offered me rice wine in a bowl and a spicy potato dish on a leaf. I savoured the dish and swilled the wine, the rice wine tasted great, very different and much better than what I had tasted in China. The taste could be compared with toddy of Kerala while the one in China tasted more like Fenny. They asked me where I was from and where my wife was from, they were particularly fond of her, as she, like them, belonged to Mongoloid race. I came out and continued my photography, they worshipped the Xorai covered with plantain leaf having betel nuts on it. The drum beats started and the crowd started dancing again in a frenziedly frolicsome way.

Our next destination was indoors, a large unfurnished hall filled with old ladies, mostly dressed in white, drunk and dynamic, dancing Bihu. This was the considerably well lit dance floor compared to the others we visited, some ladies were seated along the periphery of the room watching others dance and taking turns. Seeing the camera flash, the ladies got very overenthusiastic and upped their tempo, they came very close to camera to get photographed and I was more than glad to click them. Unlike other group there were no resounding drums here, their singing and applause was their only music source. We took leave from them to witness the last, the most colourful, the most energetic Bihu dance of the evening.

We entered the courtyard of a house, few young men were warming up for the event. Inside the house, young girls aged from 8 to 18 were all set for the event attired in colourful sarees. They were glad to pose for few individual portraits, it was sad that I didn't have a fast lens to shoot really sharp portraits. Finally the dhol beats kicked in and all the girls lined up in the courtyard, it drizzled mildly outside, girls were hesitant initially but after a small nudge and encouraging smile by their comrades they hit the dance floor and displayed some exquisitely gracious Bihu moves. Two-three girls danced for about 5 minutes and left the dance area to give way to others, men controlled the moves of the ladies with their dexterous drumming.

After dancing for about 20 minutes of dancing, it was time for worshipping the Xorai with tambula. And the group moved to the neighbouring house (it seems each group visit around 11 houses every day) and by this time the drizzle had turned to rain. The host of the second house, a newly-wed husband grabbed all the attraction, he danced with all energy and enthusiasm while the ladies stood in groups under umbrellas watching him. He invited his wife to accompany him, but she was too shy to join him; he lived up the quote "Dance like nobody's watching; love like you've never been hurt. Sing like nobody's listening; live like it's heaven on earth!" Even the younger ones got inspired and there were a couple of eight-ten-year-olds dancing Bihu which was cute to watch.

I just loved the experience of being there in the midst of the Bihu celebrations, among warm-hearted countrymen of Assam. For the region accursed by extremities of nature like rains and floods, Bihu is definitely a much desired breath to Assam. All photographs were shot with Canon 450D, with 17-40/4L lens and built flash.

Monday, May 03, 2010

Vincent Van Gogh Collection

Vincent VanGogh (1853 - 1890), the Dutch painter, is one of my most favourite painters. I'm just posting few of his famous photographs that I had collected for inspiration.


The Draw Bridge

Still Life

Mountains at Saint Remy

Red Vineyards

Old Vineyard with Peasant Woman

Joseph-Etienne Roulin



Village Street Auvers


The Olive Trees

Room at Arles

Old Man in Sorrow (On the Threshold of Eternity)

Self-Portrait With a Straw Hat and Artist's Smock

The Stevedores in Arles

The Starry Night

The Starry Night Over the Rhone

The Sower

The Sower

The Night Cafe

The Dance Hall at Arles

The Cottage

Potato Eaters


Lane of Poplars at Sunset

Landscape with wheat sheaves and Rising Moon

Landscape at Twilight

Gaugin's Chair

Evening landscape

Eugene Boch

Cafe Terrace at Night