Wednesday, 26 June 2013

An Evening With A Blue-throated Barbet

A few years back, an unexpected visitor had created a lot of excitement on an otherwise perfectly normal evening.
In the office

What's so great about the outdoors anyway?

A blue-throated barbet, a young one from its size, made its way into our building.

Thursday, 20 June 2013

Quick Snap: Peanuts for the Horsie

Woman feeding peanuts to a horse in Ghent, Belgium

Oh Flander: Day trip to Ghent, Belgium

Ghent (Gent), in the Flanders region of Belgium, is a much less known cousin to her fairytale-esque cousin Brugge. Once considered amongst the richest cities in Europe, the city's former glory is still evident in her architecture.

Ghent, Belgium
With a quirky personality that is as attractive to the traveller as her churches, Ghent was an ideal day trip option for me when I was living in Aachen.
A quick bus ride to Eupen allowed me to avail my Go Pass (more on that later). Trains leave from Eupen Bahnhof for Gent St. Pieters (Ghent) 15 minutes past every hour and complete the travel time in 2 hours and 21 minutes.

Wednesday, 12 June 2013

A lazy Sunday lunch: Bengali style moong daal and methi keema

It was a particularly rainy weekend. When you are living away from home, and it is raining, you will invariably feel homesick. At least I always do.
So on this rainy Sunday afternoon, I decided to cook moong dal and methi keema, just like we have at home.
I am no chef, and most of my cooking follows the same route:
1. Call up my mom to get the recipe I want, or some other family member whose recipe I want.
2. Note down the ingredients.
3. Go to my poorly stocked kitchen and find out the few ingredients I do have.
4. Proceed to cook with those ingredients after spending five minutes convincing myself that the missing ingredients might not be important after all.

So, to the intrepid and the interested, read on.

Sona moog

Thursday, 6 June 2013

Clouds Unlimited

Experiencing clouds while traveling by air can be frightening, dull or absolutely breathtaking. While I have had my share of gray skies which limited the field of vision to the tip of the wings, some of my most magical memories of trips on airplanes are of clouds.

I think the first such memory I have is of my very first flight. As a young child, my first air travel was to Kathmandu, Nepal, with my parents. The flight was delayed and by the time the plane took off, the moon had risen. A full moon over a field of billowy cottony clouds had an indescribable impact on the young, prone-to-flights-of-fantasy, me.

Colours of the wind

Wednesday, 5 June 2013

The New Kolkata Airport

On my recent trip to Pune, I flew out of the new airport at Kolkata. This was the first time I took a flight since the new airport opened.

While living in Delhi during my masters, I always made it a point to reach early for the flight home to Kolkata to hang out at the airport. The then new Delhi airport was beautiful and the array of shops and outlets made waiting for my flight a pleasure. So, I was pleasantly surprised when I found the new Kolkata airport looks very much like the Delhi airport.