Monday, June 9, 2014

We visited Cape Town 03 to 05 May - Table Mountain,Cape of Good Hope, Robben Island,V and A waterfront

Cape Town 03 May.

Located on the shore of Table Bay, Cape Town was originally developed by the Dutch East India Company as a victualing (supply) station for Dutch ships sailing to East Africa, India, and the Far East. Jan Van Riebeeks' arrival on 6 April 1652 established the first permanent European settlement in South Africa. Cape Town is the second-most populous city in South Africa, after Johannesburg.

CT is an incredibly fascinating and really pretty city nestled between the fabled ‘Table Mountain’ and the great Atlantic and the Indian Oceans. The city is well laid out with broad roads, a bustling market place, city centre and a mesmerizing water front. Lovely huge bungalows with manicured gardens lie along the mountain side – each outdoing the other in architectural elegance. Driving around CT is a very pleasant experience. CT has a population of 3.9 million and yet the city looks devoid of people.

As we landed in CT we collected our car from Hertz. Initially they gave us an Etios with automatic gears. I was not used to automatic gears and was very uncomfortable. We changed it immediately to a manual gear Chevrolet Sonic sedan and reached ‘Best Western’ hotel.It is a very well appointed, reasonably priced and efficient hotel chain. We had stayed earlier in the same property in Santorini, Greece.

After a quick lunch we went off the see ‘Table Mountain’ which is a flat-topped mountain forming a prominent landmark overlooking the city of Cape Town. Table Mountain is about 260-million years old, starting at Signal Hill and ending at Cape Point. The main feature of Table Mountain is the level plateau approximately 3 km from side to side, edged by impressive cliffs. The drive from the hotel is lovely and as one climbs, the contours of the city come alive. Table Mountain is proud to be one of the official New 7 Wonders of Nature. We took a cable car to reach the top. The lower cable station is at an elevation of 302 mtr and the upper cable station on the western most end of the Table Mountain plateau, is at an elevation of 1,067 mtr. As we go up, the cabin rotates providing a panoramic view of the landscape below. The ride up is very fascinating but quick. One reaches the top in four minutes. Once on top you get to see the town and its surrounding in all its beauty. A must see for all visitors.


Figure 1 – Best Western Hotel CT – Efficient, Friendly, Neat and tidy.


Figure 2 – On the way to the cable car station


Figure 3 – View of the ‘Table Mountain’ from below


Figure 4 – Jai and Navin photo op


Figure 5 – Kats Navin and I


Figure 6 – Very interesting rock formations


Figure 7 – Sun set at Table Mountain


Figure 8 - Another view of sunset on reaching the base of Table Mountain


Figure 9 – The city below


Figure 10 – Navin with locals - bonding

Cape Town 04 May.

We drove around to see all the important sights of CT. The weather unfortunately let us down – it was wet, cold and cloudy throughout the day, accompanied by gusty winds and blinding rain. We went to Hout Bay and Chapman’s Peak. We had nicknamed the GPS, ‘Susan’. It was impossible to navigate within the city or outside without directions from Susan. The GPS is a life saver. Kats kept a very close eye on the GPS (no pun intended) and prodded me regularly. We later replaced Susan with Peter (on our second car trip) and it was truly ‘Peter the navigator’ (also Kats’ pet name with the senior military brass). We drove to the Cape of Good Hope and later on to Cape Point via the Western sea board and returned via the East. The drive along the coast is outstanding and prompted us to stop ever so often to enjoy the view and take photographs. One has heard so much about the ‘Cape of Good Hope’. It was a truly historic moment to be standing out there (in the pouring rain and cold)seeing the end of the African continent and wondering how scores of seafarers must have felt, rounding the point and heading towards India.

The next halt was Boulders Bay on the Eastern seaboard to watch the African Penguins (Sphenisus demersus). Boulders Beach is a sheltered beach made up of inlets between granite boulders, from which the name originated. It is located in the Cape Peninsula, near Simon's Town. From just two breeding pairs in 1982, the penguin colony has grown to about 3,000 birds in recent years. The Penguins are very cute and tiny, not more than 2 ft tall. The sight is simply captivating – a couple hugging each other, some standing as motionless as statues with only their eyes giving them away as they stared back at you. A few females were nesting in the sand and the rest swimming and generally having a great time in the cold water. It was a truly remarkable sight watching hundreds of Penguins (all in the pouring rain).

We then stopped for lunch at the exotic beach resort – Simon Town, home to the South African Navy. It is located on the shores of false Bay, on the Eastern side of the Cape Peninsula. Tucked away between the sea and the mountains, the village is very picturesque and a hot tourist destination. The late lunch at a restaurant called the ‘Quarterdeck’ was very appetizing. The German owner was extremely loquacious and very interested in Zodiac signs. He suggested where we could go the next day.


Figure 11 – Table Mountain covered by clouds. View from Hout Bay


Figure 12 – At Chapman’s Peak


Figure 13 – Approaching Simon Town – pristine beaches all along


Figure 14 – A typical fishing village


Figure 15 – Never ending stretches of flats.


Figure 16 - On the way to Cape Point at the very popular water front joint, the Dixie Café


Figure 17 – Eastern view of Cape of Good Hope with Cape Point in the distance.


Figure 18 – Kats and Navin all excited


Figure 19 – Jai and Naveen at Boulders Bay


Figure 20 – On a stroll


Figure 21 – Caught in the act


Figure 22 – A meeting of sorts


Figure 23 – Nesting


Figure 24 – Shelter inside cut drums


Figure 25 – A perfect statue


Figure 26 – Simon Town, Main Road.


Figure 27 – Outside the ‘Quarterdeck’ for lunch

Cape Town 05 May.

We set out early in the morning to the V and A Waterfront to catch a ferry to ‘Robben Island’. The name is Dutch for "Seal Island" and it is located 9 KM from CT. The former President of South Africa, the late Nelson Mandela was imprisoned on Robben Island for 18 of the 27 years that he served behind bars before the fall of apartheid. The island was also used as a leper colony and animal quarantine station. The men and women were kept separate but found a way to meet. J and they had healthy babies who were often adopted by the rich in town. The island houses a museum. The island was declared a World Heritage Site in 1999.

The ride on the ferry was uncomfortable for most of the tourist as the gusty winds had made the sea rough. It takes about an hour to reach the island. A photographer (ready to take photos for a fee) welcomes the tourist on board with a broad smile saying, “Welcome, my brother from another mother!”

Once on the island you are greeted by the local guide an ex-political prisoner. His briefing and narration of the events which took place on the island is charged with emotion. He mentioned that Mandela could not cry as his tear glands were badly affected by the harsh conditions in which he was made to work in the hot sun for years on end.Every day, the prisoners had to work in the lime quarry, breaking stones from dawn to dusk.

Ntando Mbatha spent 7 years in the prison and recalled his experience in the prison. He had the top bunk, but once slept on the floor when a hunger strike left him too weak to climb the ladder. He started the walk around by saying, “Your trip is unique- you pay money to get into a prison, whereas others pay to get out”. The walk takes you to the cell where Mandela was imprisoned, places where the prisoners worked and so on. Prisoners were confined to small cells with only a sleeping mat and a bucket toilet. Each morning they were roused at 5.30 am to empty their buckets and face a day of hard labour. Even worse, they were deprived of contact with their loved ones, and limited to a half-hour visit a year from a family member, and only two letters. It is very interesting to note that an Indian by the name of ‘Billy Nair’ was a political prisoner in 1964.  It was for these reasons that UNESCO's World Heritage Committee chose to mark this location for its 'triumph of the human spirit'. The island also has interesting bird and marine life. The island boasts of 2000 penguins and 132 types of birds

Today, only the staff stays on the island. It has a church which conducts weddings on Valentines Day.14 couples got married in 2013.The island has a 9 inch gun mount with a range of 50 KM - which was installed during WW II. Unfortunately it became operational 2 years after the war ended. In 2004, a ten-year-old boy from India became the youngest person to swim the 12km from Robben Island to Cape Town

The visit gives you a true insight into Nelson Mandela’s struggle against apartheid and the unimaginable sacrifice he made to free SA from it. He certainly towers above any human being – 27 years in prison, speaks volumes about his vision, tenacity and strength of mind.

Another interesting feature is the absence of any huge monument or memorial idolizing Mandela– the museum just spouts bare facts and the impact is strong and inspiring. When he visited the lime quarry where he did hard labour, many years later, he quietly went and placed a big stone in the middle. All the other former political prisoners and friends present, silently followed suit and one can see the pile even today which honours Mandela's release from prison, after 27 years behind bars. The pile consists of 1200 stones each brought by an ex-convict. This simple expression of solidarity, displays the struggle in its entirety. The guide also showed us a cave in the quarry which was nicknamed the Cave of Higher Education, as Mandela would discuss issues with the other prisoners there, whenever they were allowed to rest.

Later, we spent the whole day lazing in the sun on the Victoria and Alfred waterfront of CT. It is a favourite destination for locals and tourists alike; attracting more than 23-million visitors a year which makes it the most visited destination on the African continent. Sipping wine and relishing a chilled beer was the order of the day – a truly relaxing place with the sea constantly lapping the jetty, with innumerable birds flying around, the sun playing hide and seek, a gust of wind blowing in your face and exotic sea food to satisfy your gastronomical cravings.


Figure 28 - In the V and A mall


Figure 29 – V and A waterfront


Figure 30 – At the ferry ticketing booth


Figure 31 - A yacht ready to proceed on a coastal tour


Figure 32 – View of Table Mountain from the sea


Figure 33 – Cape Town from a distance


Figure 34 – Arrival


Figure 35 – Mr Ntando Mbatha political prisoner for 7 years as our guide


Figure 36 – Introduction to the prison


Figure 37 – Mr. Nelson Mandela’s cell 8 X 7 feet dimensions


Figure 38 – Barbed wire fencing and the watch tower.


Figure 39 - The pile of stones was erected in the lime quarry by a gathering of former political prisoners and friends to honour Mandela's release from prison, after 27 years behind bars.1200 stones.


Figure 39 A  - The cave where Nelson Mandela taught fellow prisoners


Figure 40 – Leper colony grave yard


Figure 41 – Church built in 1841 by the Commandant of the military force in the island


Figure 42 – Atlantic and the Indian oceans


Figure 43 – Looking as radiant as ever


Figure 44 – Photo op


Figure 45 – Unused 9 inch gun


Figure 46 – V and A waterfront


Figure 47 – Partners in crime


Figure 48 – V and A waterfront


Figure 49 – CT from top



Figure 50 – A visitation by a Seagull

Sunday, June 8, 2014

We Visited South Africa and Zimbabwe 02 to 19 May South Africa - Part 1

Why SA and what is there to see apart from wild animals, were some of the stray thoughts doing rounds when we were planning our 2014 trip. All these doubts were removed once I started researching. As the planning progressed, I became more and more fascinated with the country. Then Kshama, a very close family friend of our daughter’s, came along to reinforce our interest. Having lived in SA for a long time, she had lots of advice on our itinerary. In addition we were briefed by a close friend of ours from the navy – Samir Adwani. He had served as the Indian Defence Adviser to SA in Johannesburg. He briefed us on many aspects of our travel. Armed with all the guidance we started our planning in right earnest.

Our trusted travel partners - Kats and Navin from Gurgaon very willingly decided to join this adventure. The most important ingredient for any travel is the company. Unless the group is cohesive, accommodating and above all share the spirit of travel and adventure – the journey will become a burden and an uphill task. We were blessed in many ways in this regard.

After our Spain and Portugal trip with Trafalgar, I had made up my mind not to go on a conducted tour. At times it does become a bit of a circus – each event unfolding in regular and unfailing sequence.  These tours are undoubtedly smooth and without any hiccups whatsoever. But it lacks the elbow room one desires in any travel. Most of the countries are so well geared for tourism; it’s extremely easy to maneuver. Internet is a big boon and anything and everything is possible on the net. With a fair amount of exploring, we were able to get our act together. Apart from air travel and visa, we did everything else on the net- hotel bookings, car rental, booking game camps, wild life safari, entry fee and the rest. Planning and execution was all fun and excitement. In the end it was extremely satisfying. There were no errors whatsoever and more than anything else it worked out very reasonable cost wise. We left Mumbai airport on 02 May and returned on 19 May.

The visas to SA and Zimbabwe, was a touch and go story. All our attempts in pleading and influencing the staff to grant visas from 23 to 30 Apr met with no success. In shear desperation Kats went to the SA Embassy on the morning of 31 Apr to try his luck. As Kats stood there aimlessly having a smoke, a SA national from the embassy joined him. Conversation picked up and Kats narrated his utmost concern to the gentleman. Call it coincidence or miracle, the man happened to be an Ex army officer and the first secretary in the embassy. Kats, in double quick time, told him about our own military background. The smell of uniform attracts another service officer like nothing else. By an act of God, we got our SA VISA at 1500 hrs on 31 Apr. Next day was ‘May Day’ and the Zimbabwean embassy was closed. Kats cancelled his early departure on 02 May from Delhi to Mumbai and went to the embassy to work on the VISA. Thankfully we got the VISA at 4 PM and Kats took a 1930 flight out of Delhi. A dramatic prologue indeed.

All from my camera

SA is a big country, but India is 2.5 times bigger. However, when it comes to population, it has only 52 million people. By our standards, it is very sparsely populated. There are approximately 43 people per square kilometer in SA as against 393 in India. It has the same population of Andhra Pradesh. About 80% of the South African population is classified as black, about 9% as white, 9% as colored, and 2% as Indian/Asian. One can drive hundreds of kilometers without encountering any human being. The roads appear deserted most of the time. So, problems solely related to over population are absent and hence their natural resources are available to each individual in greater quantity. The country has a bright future indeed.

The aftermath of ‘Apartheid’ looms large even to this day. Cities such as Cape Town still reflect the practice - the whites live separately from the others in well planned towns and cities – colored, Black and Asians live separately. As the economy recovers and purchasing capacity increases more non whites will be able to afford good accommodation. Income distribution, poverty, land ownership, educational achievement, basic health and unemployment are of serious concern. All the low to middle level jobs are with the blacks. Taxi drivers, porters, hotel housekeeping, waiters in restaurants, sales girls, tourism staff and such other jobs are all with the blacks. It is rare to encounter any white in the normal course of day to day interaction. The whites are wary of the emerging demographics, especially their decline in population. It is truly a Damocles sword that hangs over them very precariously.

The same set of problems is in India too in large measure. We have hopes and they have them too. I wish them all success.

We decided to travel inside SA in our own car. Initially there were a lot of uncertainties – new country, fast lanes, strict rules, age of the driver and so on. We hired our cars from Hertz at the airport. The whole process is extremely easy and traveller friendly. A car gives you immense flexibility. Start when you want, go where you want, stop anywhere – all the required ingredients for a leisurely and memorable holiday.  The SA roads are superb and provide a safe and excellent driving experience. Fortunately it is RH driving as in India. The fuel cost is same at about 14 ZAR (80 INR per liter). The average speed is 120 Km and in places it decreases to 80.60,50 and 30 and one needs to be extremely alert at all times. The signage is first-class and a great boon to the driver. We did 13 days of driving. It was an experience to cherish. 

Travelling with both SA and Zimbabwe Airways was a pleasure. Food was good and they are generous with wine and spirits. The announcements are ‘off the cuff’ – very interesting and carries a fair amount of humour. A lot better than the accentuated gibberish one gets to hear on most of our airlines.

SA has a blessed country side. God seems to have gone the extra mile to provide such wonderful landscape. The beauty lies in its expanse, miles and miles of open space where mountains intermingle with plains, shrubs and thick forest. The drive along the ‘Garden Route’ is extremely invigorating. One can spend hours staring at nature’s wonders. Pristine beaches occupy the entire length of the ‘Garden Route’ – each one better than the other.

As a tourist, one gets to interact mostly with the black population. They are very polite and accommodating. They go out of their way to help and assist. They are full of greetings and a subtle sense of humour. They are ever ready to help the tourists with the luggage, show directions and such other routine activities – to make that extra buck – why not? All of them speak English. South Africa has eleven official languages: Afrikaans, English, Ndebele, Northern Sotho, Sotho, Swazi, Tswana, Tsonga, Venda, Xhosa and Zulu.

The main language of the government is English. Apart from the other African languages, Afrikaans is spoken by 13.5% and the English speaking variety constitutes around 9.6%.

Surprisingly there are no health faucets in the hotels – toilet paper occupies place of pride. All their hotels and resorts are in a very good state of maintenance and well organized. The facilities are spic and span. The owners have worked hard to provide excellent interiors – each one is different, reflecting the taste of the proprietor.

As we chose to travel in May, the winter weather was perfect – barely crossing 22* C and never below 8*C. There were a few interruptions due to coastal storms with lashing rain and gale force winds – sometimes lasting up to 4 hours. Extreme weather can be a big irritant during any travel.

It’s interesting to note that you can get ‘filter’ coffee in every restaurant .All mamas and mamis need not worry. Coffee is very popular. All the places provide free WIFI. We generally used Viber and Whatsapp to keep in touch with India. It’s very useful to take an SA SIM card to get the required connectivity within the country – especially for any emergencies.

Another aspect which needs mentioning is food in SA. The quality and quantity of food is very good. The helpings are good and the taste is first-rate. The cost of food is very reasonable. A good wholesome breakfast with eggs, bacon, baked beans, mushrooms, bread, butter, jam and coffee was around 40 to 60 ZAR, a good lunch with Hake fillet, salad, bread costs about 60 ZAR, similarly a good stake is about 90 ZAR. On the whole it was a good eating experience. Jai and Navin being vegetarians had no problem – pasta, veg sandwiches, variety of salads and fruit provided the required nutrition. SA wine is excellent and a bottle costs 50 to 100 ZAR in a shop. Beer and hard alcohol in a store is comparable to duty free rates. After a tiring day we preferred to have a hot bath, change into a comfortable outfit and spend the rest of the night at the hotel. The streets are deserted by 7PM.The country is safe and extremely tourist friendly. There was not a single personal security related issue at all.

On the whole the travel to SA and Zimbabwe was a great experience – exposing us to many facets of the country – warm and helpful people, exotic countryside, unforgettable wildlife, good and disciplined traffic, superb waterfronts and beaches, great food and much more. Would I like to do it again? – Without any hesitation, YES!

More episodes to follow.

Monday, March 31, 2014

“A ship is safe in harbor, but that's not what ships are for.”

Last one year has been very bad for the Indian navy. The good image of the navy took a beating due to a series of accidents involving ships at sea and in harbour – some minor and some major. It culminated in the resignation of the Chief of Naval Staff. The media went to town tom-tomming the incidents. TV anchors saw a pattern where none existed. Facts were sidelined and replaced by innuendoes and bizarre theories. Some anchors become more vocal then necessary. Some appeared to be indulging in audit. Momentarily, TV reporting lacked credence. Not to be left behind, defense experts of all hues and colours added their bit to explain to the nation what was going on.

Now that the din has subsided, let us take a closer, professional look at these accidents.

Naval warships and submarines are exceedingly complex military platforms. To talk about a warship with any degree of authority, one needs to understand its mission. The fundamental mission of any warship is to float, move and fight.

The ship has numerous air and water-tight compartments spread over many decks. Scores of alleyways, ladders and hatches interconnect this labyrinth. As a midshipman on board INS Vikrant, I took nearly a fortnight to get to know my ship. Even after a year, I had not visited all the compartments. Below the water line, there are no ‘Port Holes’ or Scuttles’ – the sun never reaches there. The entire ship is provided with fresh air through a ‘forced ventilation system’ 24x7. A ship may have up to 600 km of wiring, taking electricity to every nook and corner. Side by side there are pipes carrying CO2, hydrogen, oxygen, air, fresh water and steam. Salt water for flooding and fire fighting and the list goes on. Sea water is extremely corrosive.

The ship requires enormous propulsion and power generation machinery to keep the ship afloat and move. Nuclear reactors and high performance batteries for submarines provide the propulsion. Ships require hundreds of tons of furnace fuel oil, diesel, petrol and aviation fuel for aircraft and helicopters. The platforms carries enormous amount of paint on its body. Three months of provisions is stored to feed the men.

Finally what makes warships and submarines unique as compared to any other military platform, is the fact that men live and fight on board. Equipment required to fight is another story. Missiles, gun ammunition, torpedoes, depth charges, rockets and numerous types of small arms ammunition is carried on board. On our missile boat, the detonators and flares were stored below my bed. During the war we all lived on board with live missiles for months on end. Strange and explosive bed mates! Fire and flooding are the greatest enemies of any sea warrior.

Ships and submarines operate in water. A small secret I wish to share with the general public. There are no breaks to stop the ship. In narrow horbours with ever increasing ship traffic, navigation is a nightmare. Sometimes things do go wrong when we go to sea. The famous quote by American Theologian William G T Shedd, A ship is safe in harbor, but that's not what ships are for, is unquestionably relevant here. Sailing in rough seas is an extremely daunting task. Man and machine take a severe beating when the sea becomes uncontrollable. To be caught in a storm is a frightening and hellish experience. The sea can be cruel and merciless.

The reason these platforms stand apart from the rest is the fact that it is alive day and night. A ship does not shut down after 5 p.m. The element of risk is omnipresent throughout its life cycle of 20 to 30 years. ‘A ship never sleeps’. The galley is open throughout the day and night feeding hundreds of sailors.

To operate in this demanding environment we require a trained body of men. The Indian Navy’s most important activity in peace time is training. These complex platforms are manned by professionals with zeal and dedication. There are checks and balances at every stage of any naval operation. Standard operating procedures, check off lists, do’s and don’ts are the order of the day. A thread of accountability runs through the entire lot of activities. Responsibility and ownership are our watchwords.

A Board of Enquiry and Court Martial sets the house in order. Lessons learnt become doctrines.

Collisions, running aground, man overboard, fire and flooding are occupational hazards. An aircraft cannot crash on ground.

The Navy will continue to go ‘in harm’s way’ and has all our understanding and good wishes as it does so.

I will end with a quote:


“The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.” – Vincent van Gogh

Monday, March 24, 2014

Holiday in Goa – La Casseta, Candolim and Calamari – 21 Mar 14

Some schools complete their term in March and give their children a 10 day break prior to starting the next academic year. This break in Ayaan’s school prompted the family to take a dip in the exotic beaches of Goa. When we got the invite, I readily jumped on to the band wagon; Jai was hesitant initially, but the attraction of being with the grand children was overwhelming.

We moved into the villa ‘La Casseta’ in Candolim - a very comfortable and well appointed 3 bed room villa with all the modern trappings and an attached swimming pool. Children enjoyed playing in the pool. Ayaan has learnt swimming and can swim a length. The twins are slowly getting used to the idea of water.


Figure 1- Villa 'La Casseta'

Candolim beach is fifteen kilometers from Panjim, beginning at Fort Aguada and merging with Calangute beach towards the end; it is one of the longest beaches in the state. I went to Goa as a tourist in December 2000. It has changed a lot since then. The tourists are omnipresent. The infrastructure has increased manifold. The approach roads are full of hotels, villa, resorts and umpteen restaurants to satisfy every type of culinary craving. During the day time it’s all about the sea, sun and sand but as the sun sets, the market place comes alive with colorful lights, music and dance. A festive atmosphere engulfs the entire town, like nowhere else.

The number of Indian tourists visiting Goa with large disposable incomes is on the increase. North Goa is no longer an exclusive hideout of the foreigners. Migrant labour from Karnataka, Bihar and the North East has found a livelihood in the ever increasing tourism industry of Goa.  
 

Figure 2 - With Ayaan


Figure 3 - Twins giving a serious thought


Figure 4 - Three generations stepping out

Each morning, after a good swim and breakfast at the villa, prepared by Reshma from Hubli, we would proceed to the beach. The beach is full of shacks providing shade and shelter from the elements. We decided to anchor in ‘Calamari’ – a clean shack with good toilets, shower and the rest. The weather was friendly and very comfortable in the shade with a fan. There is live music and chilled beer to uplift the soul. The sea was very calm and practically free of any white horses. Swimming in the sea is great fun and I was indulging in it after 6 years. Ayaan and I spent all our mornings in the sea, while the twins were content making sand castles in the shade.


Figure 5 - Akki and Neer in Calamari


Figure 6 - Twins enjoying the sand on the beach



Figure 7 - Jai,Neer and Ayaan tried their hand at para sailing - great adventure


Figure 8 - Rita and Ayaan bonding



Figure 9- Enigmatic sunset


Figure 10 - Calamari at night - all romance

Overcrowding of the beaches has its own flip side. Stray plastic bottles, vegetable waste from the shacks, plastic wrappers and similar objects do appear on the beach. The government needs to come down with a heavy hand and enforce ‘Zero Tolerance’ in this regard.

One of the evenings we went and had dinner in an exclusive gourmet restaurant ‘Bomras’. The food was exotic and worth every penny. The Jumbo Prawns in mustard sauce was the “pièce de ré·sis·tance”.


Figure 11 - The owner Mr Chris welcoming Mix.


Figure 12- Mix and Disha appear extremely contented.


Figure 13 - Neer, Akki and the twins, all pleased with the dinner.


Figure 14 - Jai and Rita all smiles

Staying in a villa and spending the day on the beach makes a lot of sense.The villa provides all the creature comfort and space for the children to run around.For a family outing 'villa shack combo' works out very fine. After three days of hectic fun we returned to Bangalore - completely refreshed and rejuvenated. The impromptu holiday gave us an opportunity to bond with the children. The sea is a great catalyst. 


Goa now has a new airport with a lot of teething problems (all of 32). They have to seriously look into overcrowding at the check in and security counters, cleanliness in the bathrooms, air conditioning in the top floor, parking etc.

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Nuances of hosting a successful dinner party

We were planning to invite our close friends to dinner for a very long time. Due to a variety of reasons the event kept getting postponed. Who to invite is a very important factor. The right mix and match is essential to ensure the party ends up as a success. Putting the wrong set of people together is as bad as messing up the ingredients of a great dish. Individually the ingredients may be fantastic but together they are a total disaster. Well thought out variety is the spice of partying.

People fall into recognized groups such as immediate family, office crowd, school types, relatives, golf buddies, shipmates and so on. Inviting this homogeneous crowd poses no challenge. All the guests are acquainted with each other and have a similar background. The conversation progresses effortlessly and the alcohol helps it along just fine! But when it comes to inviting a motley crowd one has to do a little bit of thinking. Who will fit the bill?

I still remember a party hosted by Admiral Narpati Datta in the Fleet House in Mumbai – the guest list had Lance Gibbs the cricketer, Nutan the film star with her husband Commander Rajnish Bahl, atom bomb Raja Ramanna and architect Charles Correa amongst others. It was a great combo – the conversation was eclectic and the guests enjoyed each other’s company immensely.

Once I got caught with a group of hot Indian Air Force fighter pilots. With my flying experience limited to a few jaunts in Air India, I was totally out of place. Within minutes they were all air borne – gesticulating dog fights with their palms and making wild growling sounds.By the third drink they were firing missiles all over. In another instance, I was in the august company of singers. With nothing better to do, I started playing with the TV remote while serious ‘alapane’ was in progress and I accidentally switched on ‘Times Now’ with Arnab Goswami shrieking away in total ‘apaswara’!

Try and avoid the ‘know it all’ who will invariably occupy centre stage and pontificate on every subject – from mating of ‘Indian Bull Frogs’ to the ‘Theory of War’ by  Clausewitz. Also avoid the argumentative types – who will leave no stone unturned in their effort to prove they are correct - the Neanderthals were last seen 28,500 years back and not 28,250. Equally disastrous is a combo of silent Sharma and noiseless Narayana. They have nothing to say and can spend the entire evening in solitude.

Be wary of ‘Anecdote Aunty’. She has a bag full of stories to narrate and has come prepared to explode at the slightest opportunity. She will recall the train journey after their wedding night in 1963 from Bhatinda to Nanjangud or the great robbery when they were posted in Chinchpokli. With advancing age, the facts and figures invariably get mixed up; increasing the length of narration and help is sought from the ever-eager beaver, hubby dear.

Please specify the date and time correctly. One does not want the guests ringing the bell when you are still in the bathroom lathering soap. The other day, I answered the door bell only to find a nattily dressed couple with a gift in hand, looking rather aghast at my turnout in multicolored Chumbak boxer shorts. The party was on the 15th and they rang the bell on the 1st.Cataract I suppose.

Once the who, where and when part of the event is decided, the all important aspect of any dinner –the ‘menu’ occupies centre stage.

Ensure the dietary preferences of your guests. On many occasions, my dear wife who is a strict vegetarian has been served meat including ‘Bush Meat’ in Nigeria. Some are allergic to certain types of vegetables and sea food. Do not experiment on the day of the party – bring forth a menu which is tried and tested and eminently doable. I still remember, serving rich tomato soup to a cousin, who promptly acknowledged it with a ‘Good rasam, Pubby!’ A very conservative crowd may not like to stray off the beaten path.

So on 22 Jan 2014 after careful deliberation we served



The party was a great success.it had all the right ingredients. Right mix of guests who appreciated the Mediterranean fare and good wine

Cheers.









Tuesday, February 4, 2014

India and the Developed Nations – Planning Vs Randomness – Who will survive longer?

In a matter of a few months, a number of unauthorized shops and facilities have come up around the Jalvayu Vihar compound. A cobbler has set up shop on the foot path along with others selling vegetables, cigarettes, panipuri, momos, kababs, fruits, flowers and many other things. It is really fascinating to study how these facilities come up without any prompting by the customers. Who does the feasibility study, who determines the requirement, is there any thought given to the inherent risks, what is the business model – and above all, who allowed them to start an unlawful business in the first place?

The locality where we stay – Kammanahalli - was once a quiet, residential area in the outskirts of Bangalore. In a span of two decades, it has grown into a very popular and busy commercial hub – offering the best of restaurants, a great shopping experience and much more. The growth is unplanned and haphazard. Houses have been converted into shops; some were demolished to make way for high rise shopping complexes and malls and so on. In the original plan, there was no place earmarked for commercial activities. The same is true with the rest of Bangalore and I suppose the same holds good for the whole of India. I am beginning to believe that there are some higher forces of nature which are at play in India.

There is no order or method to the madness. In our cities, roads are carved out of nowhere, houses vary in design, size and colour and no two houses match. Electric poles are erected at random, water pipes are tampered with to provide illegal outlets and garbage is thrown in any available open space. Parking spaces appear wherever it is convenient to park – similarly any nook and corner becomes a public toilet. There appears to be no planning, coordination or aesthetics in our town planning.

Lack of planning, loosely structured rules, corruption and over population are some of the factors which govern this type of haphazard growth.

On the other hand, modern cities in Europe and America are examples of efficient town planning and administration; coupled with responsible citizens and effective law enforcement agencies.

On a philosophical plane, one can compare the growth of Europe and America to that of a well laid out garden. Lovely walk ways, with evenly trimmed hedges on either side, manicured lawns and neatly arranged flowering plants fill your eyes as you walk or drive past. Chairs and benches strategically placed under a shade, promise the best of views for a casual stroller or tourist. Gardeners appear to be ready to water the greenery and administer manure .The entire outfit is a result of excellent planning, and coordination by human beings.  

On the other hand the uninhibited growth of Indian cities is akin to that of the rain forests of South America. No planning by humans. The toughest gets to see the sun. Growth follows a pattern set by the harsh rules of nature. The fittest survive. Creepers going piggy back on tall trees to get their share of the sun is common. Competition at ground level for light and food has lead to evolution of plants which live on the branches of other plants, or even strangle large trees to fight for survival. Huge evergreen trees keep company with smaller plants and animal life. Nature provides plenty of rain and sunshine free of cost. The forest floor receives only two percent of the sunshine, yet some plants have adopted to survive in this lowlight conditions. The aerial plants often gather nourishment from the air itself using so-called 'air roots'. This is a different world altogether.

The only plus point for the Indian ‘Rain Forest Growth Pattern’ comes from the ‘Second Law of Thermo Dynamics’. For a moment compare India or the Rain Forest to a mound of firm, wet sand on the beach; and Europe and America or the beautifully planned garden to a pretty sand castle of similar volume. Over a period of time the sand castle with low entropy will disintegrate due to the constant wind and waves.

Who will survive is purely rhetorical.