Would you like to eat a pillow?

Ever thought a pillow could be eaten?
It's perfectly possible! Halidram's Mo'Pleeze's Fun Bites, presents TRI-D PILLOWS! Completely edible! For the first time in India!

Jeez! I sound like a chalta- firta (moving, walking, talking) advertisement for these guys!
And, btw, if you do figure out what that blue globe is doing in the middle of all this, please let me know! ;) Probably the chips...err sorry...pillows came from outer space!

This one doesn't need a title!

Came across this sight on the way to Taj Mahal, Agra!

Random truck art :) :)

I was returning from Deolali (Nashik) to Mumbai by bus and I was happily sitting on a cloud watching the earth with a pair of binoculars in fairyland (I was fast asleep), when my sister shook me and said,"Jinxxx!!! Jinxxx!!! Wake up! Our bus has broken down! Do you even know? We have been stuck here for more than an hour. Log kehte hai clutch plate toot gaya hai!" (it was totally ROFL!)
"Whatttttt!! Where! Why! How!Yeh sab hamaare saath kyu hota hai?", I said, rubbing my eyes, crash landing from the cloud back into the exisiting world of chaos, like Tom and Jerry on Cartoon Networkk! Peeeeeeeewwwwwwwww!! Dhisshhhhh!

I scowled, as my thoughts went back to the ticket agent who tricked us into hopping onto this tacky bus by telling us its leaving now! In 15 minutes. Hurry! And we took the horrible bus which had seat numbers(1,2,3,4) printed on the tickets and alphabets printed on the seats (A, B, C, D), just to save time. I mentally congratulated him for putting us in this situation!

As I pulled back the dull brown curtains (which the designer in me thought didn't go very well), I was treated with this sight! Sheer delight and a smile on my face! Needless to say, this deserved a 'Click! Click!'

Isn't the podgy uncle with a wrist watch, moochi and 'telkat'(oiled) hair-style, just a perfect endorsement for a body builder! ;) ;) lolz... I just love India! It's full of surprises! Jai Hind! :)

Now a friend tells me, its not 'some' podgy uncle...its Chandrashekhar Azad. but what has that got to do with being a body- builder?

Britannia!

Tucked away in a the lanes of Ballard Estate, this Iranian restaurant is throbbed by loyal customers who relish the signature dish here - the berry pulao!
I had heard a lot about this place, but being a vegetarian, I thought it wasn't for me. But one day, I went there just out of curiosity. Just to see what it was all about! And believe me, while my friends were enjoying their meal, I was more intrigued by the charm of the place than the food and was busy clicking pictures and absorbing the atmosphere. The wooden staircase, the red, checkered table cloth, the typical wooden chairs that one would find in an Iranian cafe, just gave it that homely old-school look that is so different from the cliched modern restaurants which have an urban air around them!
I found the place very local and immediately felt at home, since the owner, Boman Kohinoor, came and spoke to us, wished us a Happy New 2011 and took our order. He is probably the most photographed gentleman around there! I saw him showing postcards and pictures of Queen Elizabeth to some foreigners at the next table. We went there during lunch-time and the place was packed with foreigners and office goers. I ordered an egg berry pulao, some bread and some yummilicious custard. By the end of it, neither of us could get up! :)
My favourite thing about the place was that it seems so non-commercialized. Kecko, the cat, was snoring away at the cash counter after eating a lot of fish and refused to get up. We tried to wake him up, but he was probably blissfully chasing a mouse in his sleep!
Overall, a must visit for all non- vegetarian food lovers!

Wanna eat the dollar?

I was out on an afternoon stroll during my lunch break and stopped at a small stall to get some toffees. Here's what I stumbled upon :) :)

Bollywood overdose

Friday morning on my way to work: Random thought bubbles. Water skiing course. Buy a new handbag in which I can carry more things that I don't need. Rains. Strawberry sondesh. The sun-glasses I forgot to carry. Guitar lessons. Save money. Buy a lottery, then own a company, be my own boss and sack pesky clients. Car brakes. Jolt!
Work. Eat. Heat.
So I step out for ice cream during lunch, with my cell phone and a 100 rupee note. Delicious yellow butterscotch ice- cream was awaiting me. As I was walking back, contemplating another ice cream, something fell off my hand and fell on to the pavement. When I looked around, guess where I saw it? My 100 rupee note had fallen at the lottery ticket stall just under God's photo frame!
Booiiinngg!!! Boiinnggg!! Boiiinggg!!
How strange that I thought of it in the morning! It was a sign from above! So we had this very filmy situation where I picked up the note and looked up at the lottery seller, hesitated and asked him for a ticket. Here is an excerpt from our conversation.
Jineesha:"How much?"
Lottery-wala:"10 rupees"
Jineesha:"Which one do I buy?"
Lottery-wala:"Take any one"
Jineesha:"What is the difference between them? There is a yellow one, pink one, green one, brown and red one? How do I know which one to take?"
Lottery-wala:"Arre, take any one. Makes no difference".
Jineesha:(the designer in me is thinking) Now, yellow is too jhataakk(bright) but has a lil' tinge of green. The CMYK is not correct. The green one is too dark and the letters in black aren't clearly visible. Pink, I don't like, reminds me of Barbie. Brown-eeeewww! I'd never win with a brown coloured ticket.
Jineesha:"May I have the red one please?"