Sunday, 18 October 2015

Senātus Populusque Rōmānus (SPQR) : A page from history



Colosseum : Wonder of the world


The blazing sun shines over your head as you clench your fists. You have waited for hours together for that entry of the superstar. You have watched an exciting performance last year and the stakes are up high. Cheering, hooting, whistling, you are the crowd. As the drums roll, the action begins, your adrenaline rushes grow stronger. Every low is yours, every high is personal.


No, you are not at a football stadium but watching a gladiator fight. The games have begun.  Somebody’s sword has cut your hero, you cry deep inside while he perishes to the ground.
Entertainment and thrill go hand in hand at the Colosseum. The age old story of heroism and glory continues till date. Perhaps our tastes have civilised over ages but the emotions….who could conquer those?

Our journey of Rome began at the magnificent Colosseum, a poetry in stone and concrete. The crown jewel of the Flavian dynasty. A witness to the glorious multi-cultural Roman Empire which stretched from Europe to Asia and Africa. A celebration of architecture and engineering. A place of valour and heroism.  A ticket to someone’s freedom. 

We wanted to take it easy on our Roman holiday. To absorb so much of history, we thought it was best to take it slow. Just at a stone’s throw from the Colosseum, we dragged our bags into a dingy lift in an old building.  Our clandestine affair with the ochre washed lanes began we gently unlocked the large wooden windows. It was no looking back since then. 

Every day, we would walk stretches of unknown lanes awaiting for a rendezvous with a rustic ruin, a piece of history which would make us ponder over the brilliance of the Roman Empire.  Rome was certainly not built in a day. The Empire reigned for 500 years.


The Pantheon, perhaps comes second as the intact buildings of the Ancient Roman empire and as expected serves as a modern day church since 7th Century AD. The real purpose of the building which has been re-built a few times is somewhat a mystery. Was it a private sanctuary of an emperor or a temple for worship of multiple gods? Before you could put in your imagination to play, the flashes of several selfie sticks would bring you back to 21st Century AD.

Not to worry, there is more history for your soul here.  The Roman Forum could put your modern day city centre or a mall to shame. It was perhaps the most buzzing postcode of SPQR ( Senatus Populusque Romanus, the senate and People of Rome this is craved everywhere)

The offices of who’s who of politics and aristocracy, the grand and imposing temples and gardens and flourishing markets were all overlooked by the Palatine hill and Capitoline hill on its sides. You might wonder if the plot to assassinate an Emperor was made in one of those narrow lanes or behind a mighty Roman column. Were the state secrets ever leaked by a treasoner? The exploits of war and the wealth accumulated by the Empire is certainly evidenced by the grand buildings and infrastructure of ancient Rome.

And after all these history lessons, if your feet are tired, sit down around the elevated path of the Circus Maximus. Put in together your imagination, your philosophical, religious and political beliefs to play. History repeats itself.  The never satiating human ambition flows across continents and throughout centuries. Guns replaced swords. Missiles replaced guns. 

And in 21st Century A.D.  a  modern day gladiator is born, not fighting in an arena of the Colosseum but crossing perilous borders as a refugee seeking his freedom because someone has hatched a plan to build an empire.

(Gladiators : Who  were they? Most were despised as slaves, schooled under harsh conditions, socially marginalized, and segregated even in deaths.)





Sunday, 6 September 2015

Brussels, Mussels and more

A potful - Moules and frites/Credit: Flickr.com/Martin Burns

Have a holiday, will travel is the mantra we follow. Especially with Europe at doorsteps, it is hard to resist. Bank holidays are a good excuse to escape the weary routine. So we took this opportunity to pay a visit to our neighbour. Belgium. 

Our travelling mates Priti and Dev decided to barge into our plan for two as well.

The Atomium

We simply dropped off our bags in the hotel at Brussels and basked into the blazing Belgian sun starting with a visit to the famous Atomium. As we were too cool for a queue to the top, we simply went around the connecting colourfully lit up escalators of this 1958 structure which was built for a World Fair.
Manken Piss

The famous coach tour special ‘Mini Europe’ is conveniently located next to the Atomium. We tried to identify the places we had already seen and started making mental notes of the places on the to-do list.

Copenhagen at Mini Europe
Porto on our wish list


‘’We can no longer bear the heat’’, we moaned unanmiously. Any one up for a beer? Well, who could resist in the land of Beers.
Did you know that drinking beer was a preferred sanitized option than available drinking water in the 1100’s? 




We strolled in the Grand Place and Markt that evening which had ornamental buildings and intricate sculptures. 
Moi at The Grand Place

The next day we left for the historic town of Bruges. Yes the same place where Anushka Sharma meets that whats his name guy in the movie PK. But unlike the idyllic town in the movie, it gets really really busy in the summer. After all it on the UNESCO World Heritage Site.

A Market at Bruges

I would reckon that you stay here instead of Brussels if you want to simply enjoy time doing nothing. Ride a bicycle or read a book besides a canal. Visit a church or a museum or two. Choose yourself a nice seat besides a canal or a busy square, order a pot of Mussels and fries and that bottle of beer and relax. Follow that with a lovely Belgian dessert or a waffle. Adjust your sunglasses, wipe off the sweat and order another drink if you please. 

The cobbled streets at Bruges

And if you are really in need of some adventure, do a chocolate shop hop. Bruges is lined with chocolate shops. Pick your favourite. Bet it would be hard.

Have you ever read a review of a movie which ascribed it two stars and yet went for it? Well, our trip sums it up. My research on the country revealed there were not going to be any jaw dropping moments in there. It was Dev’s second visit and he had vouched for the same. The trick is to go with low expectations and find something which brings smile to your face.How about this perspective for life??
My favourite part : The Chocolate Line


Monday, 20 July 2015

Paris is for Girls




It was a balmy evening in Bangkok as we sat down at a food court in mall with tired feet. Suddenly, tears flowed down my eyes. We were on our honeymoon and poor Adi had horror on his face, he had no idea what his new bride was thinking. (Ah! The sweet joy of arranged marriages)

‘’Actually, I didn’t really have a good time with you today. Shopping is so boring with you. I miss my girlfriends!’’ (Oh! Woman)

So I was on cloud 9 when my two besties since school decided to visit me in London. It was the most awaited trip of the year, the one which had taken several months of planning over ‘watsapp’. Several versions of the itinerary were created and discarded. The best version was ditching the husbands, of course (two of us are married). The super cool version was when we decided to include ‘Paris’ in the list.
The three muskeeters

As a new Londoner, I have always wondered about the bitter-sweet rivalry of the two cities. With two drastic views, I had no idea what to expect in the City of Lights. My only concern was our ability to survive with zero French speaking ability. But thanks to technology and some planning beforehand, we found it easy to travel in the city. From the super cool St.Pancras International station at London, the Gard du Nord at Paris seemed a little dull to the Londoner in me. (Another blog on London vs Paris?)

The most interesting part of the trip was the location of the apartment. Chateau de Eau has a very mixed migrant community, it has Indian restaurants in one lane, middle eastern grocery shops and dozens of salons for African hair along with French boulganieres and hip cafes and bars (which we made the most of :P). We were puzzled at the ‘gangs’ of men who occupied the streets since morning only to realise later that they were touts for the salons. But as we climbed the narrow wooden stairs of the apartment and the sweet smell from the chocolatier below our apartment greeted us, we knew were in for a treat.

Dont forget to have Hot Chocolate and Macrons at Angelina


 ‘’Eiffel! Kahan hai Eiffel!’’…….we began our Paris darshan with only the iconic Eiffel tower in mind. We had made an attempt to book tickets in advance but some lucky people had already beat us in the booking game. So we simply strolled the streets crossing the magnificent Louvre and then the very beautiful Jarden du Luxembourg.

We were school girls once again, chattering, laughing, giggling, and giving each other an occasional hi-fi! Doing all silly things which we missed in the last two and half years. As we walked bashfully, we crossed the petite Seine to have a view of the Invalides only to walk in the direction of the Eiffel tower. Another day, we thought and decided to cruise the Seine on the popular Batobus. (Nearly thousand plans were made in those four days)
Locked with Notre Dame

Who says Paris is for romantic lovers? It is for everyone who appreciates beauty and art, fashion and food, coffee and wine. Basically, all good things in life with a feminine vibe.


The summer evening seemed long as we ate our dinner near Champs Elysees and waited with breath for the sunset. The city lights illuminated the grand boulevard as we stood there in awe looking at the Arc de Triomphe
City of Lights

I could perhaps stand there forever....

The next day we were woken by the smell of freshly baked bread. Enough to inspire us to do a self-guided walking tour of the city’s Montmarte district and the afternoon at Louvre. Bonjur and Merci beaucoup saved us all along. Little had I realised the scale of Louvre….super huge is an understatement. It is an institution. (Top tip: Cover only the must-dos if you are on a short holiday like us)
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Was it the Mona-Lisa for me? Not really. It was the intriguing Angel of Time one which took my fancy. The bare emotions of a family were on display as the man of the family is taken away by Angel of Time. Ah! How time passes…

Fertility, Art and Beauty at Louvre
The feeling that we are grown-up felt certain that evening as we un winded at a bar. There was a sense of relief and awkwardness within me. I was happy to be with my friends of more than a decade and yet gentle awkwardness nudged me. Staying away meant you had seemingly missed out small but important details in each other’s lives. Was it marriage, was it the fact that we were miles apart or was it that we were not school girls anymore? Did technology make things better?

Our non-stop banter continued all day long as we visited the Versailles the next day. We were disinterested by the grandeur of the property, instead we kept singing random Bollywood songs and cracking silly jokes. Who cares what Louis XIV had done?

We only zipped our mouths tight as we lied on the picnic blanket that night with a glass of wine and blinis in front of the Eiffel. At midnight, the Tower shone, sparkled bright much to the content of everyone’s hearts. 

We were school girls once again, the very ones who still cry while watching Harry Potter movies on telly for nth time.

(No, we didnt go up the Eiffel, we loved looking up at it from below)