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Of this and that: Perfume and remembering

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Keo Karpin, a sweet-tinged, dark green hair oil, was primary among the smells in my grandmother's room. Her grey-silvered hair curled at the ends. Through warm afternoons,. It has been some years since I've left home. A whole new world of scents opened up. I discovered ittars and saved up to buy long-coveted perfumes, names I would linger over in secondhand magazines. Azzarro. English Lavender. Green Irish Tweed. But. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Thanks for dropping by! Good to know, good to see.

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Of this and that: A walk in the woods

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A walk in the woods. Landour is part of the ancient, cantonment town of Mussoorie. In recent decades, the Garwhali capital has overgrown into a garish, bustling town, overflowing with shops, mounds of overhead wires, and rows of perfectly horrendous, concrete-lined hotels. It is not a pretty sight. But Landour managed to surprise us in a manner most pleasant. I sat on the mossy cobblestone ground and tied up the shoe, my hands feeling the damp of the rain and the mountain. Things to do in landour. I woul...

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Of this and that: Every second counts

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Remember when Robert de Niro played Travis Bickle? His intensity as a man who is in the process of becoming unhinged is not something people forget in years. In the film, Travis Bickle wore an old-style army jacket that was standard-issue to American soldiers from 1965. And just like Zippo lighters, the M-65 Field Jacket. Image courtesy: Usarmystyle.com. Like most secondhand markets around here, on offer is an eclectic mix of charity giveaways, defective goods, and discarded yarn. Mixed with this is ...

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Of this and that: Voting time

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Of this and that: Bell curve

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Resentment and misplaced anger at my parents was my stance for years. It was later that I understood that my parents' decisions have been in my better interests. Given the situation, it was the best they could do. I have been guilty ever since, for blaming and pushing them away through the growing up years. How do I deal with this for the rest of my life. Do they do it? How do I hold up the conversation? What is the point to this? Simple tasks leave you drained. It takes tremendous willpower to wake ...

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Of this and that: Old City love diary

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Old City love diary. Swipe your ticket at Chawri Bazar Metro, and climb the escalator at Hauz Qazi Chowk. By the end of the ten-second ride up to the surface, you're in wonderland, and light-years away from the swanky steel and concrete of New Delhi. This is purani dilli. Accent-free, high on cholesterol and as real as it gets, baby. Considered by intrepid gastronomes as the nerve-centre of unpretentious food, the walled city – if. Twist crashes into haute cuisine. Are a great way to start off your roman...

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Of this and that: Smell of Paper

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A distracted walk down the Indian Museum stretch on Chowringhee revealed the surly Kalman bhai, who prided himself on his collection of fiction and art titles. This became a regular haunt, along with the crumbling Mallick Book Stores on Free School Street. Stuck between Lonely Planets was a pristine William Burroughs novel, one of my best finds. The loot would be stacked in neat rows in my little bookcase. Growing up in India. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Thanks for dropping by! Growing up in India.

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Of this and that: Attar story

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Fragrances have been a thing of wonder for as long as I can remember. While growing up, perfumes of every sort were called "scent" (pronounced s-a-i-n-t) in colloquial Bengali. This was when sophisticated citybred men would indulge in a splash of Palmolive after their morning shave. Deodorants did not exist, and you only needed a generous dusting of talcum powder after a shower to get started with your day. Image courtesy iluvads.blogspot.com. Attars, like all fragrances, are chemistry experiments. Attar...

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Of this and that: Soul food in Little Lhasa

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Soul food in Little Lhasa. Like most Tibetan settlements in the country, MKT has a network of budget restaurants serving spicy Sichuan and Tibetan food. The most interesting thing you will eat in these parts however, requires a bit more digging around. Beyond the typical momo, shabalay, and thupka menu, there are places in this little land of exiles that serve up comforting, spicy, soul food. And this includes our current obsession. A brilliant cold noodle salad called la phing. This is more than just a ...