A. Rama Nayak’s UDIPI

We went to A. Rama Nayak’s UDIPI again. Since before independence. 1942. Just outside Matunga station on the east side. YO YO YO YO YO YO YO.

Tortoise meat for breakfast, and lunch, and dinner.

“Bugger, bugger, I went to my village, and this villager cooked tortoise.”

“Are they not endangered? On the verge of extinction or something? Is it not illegal to kill tortoise?”

“Geoffery, and Rohit have, both, gone mad!”

“Rohit! How are things, and where is everybody?”

“The boys’ve not come to college today. I had to come. I had journals to submit. But you, you never come to college on Saturdays, what’s with you today?”

“I don’t know. I was bored! I didn’t know what to do! I was hoping two or three of the boys’d show up. I guess I’ll head back home.”

“The force is unusually strong today, I feel like a drink, or maybe four! But I have no money today! Do you have any money on you? I’ll square you off on Monday!”

Such things of the third-world, must remain third-world like

Seldom do I go to the mall. Any mall. ‘tis because, I think, especially in India and other third world countries, the mall is unfair to that middle-class gentlemen, the one who’s family have been running that small stand-alone shop down the alley since the past eighty-five years. The establishment is taking over. Soon, all of India’ll be owned by three or four all-muscle, unethical, eco-unfriendly corporate institutions, leaving the middle-class, unemployed, a slave to the establishment.

Oliver Beale

Oliver Beale. It is Oliver Beale. He works as an art director at award-winning advertising agency WCRS in London. It is him. He wrote this letter. To Richard. Richard Branson. Oliver Beale is today, an internet celebrity. Three cheers for Oliver Beale.. hip.. hip..? Okay, nevermind.

Richard, later, gave Oliver Beale a टिंगकल to apologise and invited him to select the food and wines for future Virgin flights.

Oliver Beale said, “He was incredibly nice about the whole thing but I haven’t received any compensation since talking to him.”

What compensation?

please drop your complaints/suggestions for Mr. Branson in the complaint/suggestion box

This has got to be the funniest thing that I have ever read in all of my 28 years. It was written by a Virgin Atlantic Airlines passenger to Richard, Richard Brandon.

Dear Mr Branson

REF: Mumbai to Heathrow 7th December 2008

I love the Virgin brand, I really do which is why I continue to use it despite a series of unfortunate incidents over the last few years. This latest incident takes the biscuit.

Ironically, by the end of the flight I would have gladly paid over a thousand rupees for a single biscuit following the culinary journey of hell I was subjected to at thehands of your corporation.

a couple of potatoes and a loaf of bread

“Bugger, bugger, this is so tasty! What is it?”

Formula Goa

A few days ago, I’d posted some photos of my friend, “Beach Boy” Peedroo.

David de Souza, one bugger, was in the vicinity. The man shot some videos. Our deep affection for the “Beach Boy” demands that we share his love, joy, enthusiasm with the rest of the world, especially with those who share a deep unconditional love for Goa.

Goa Travel Report and Photos, Arambol Beach

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Introduction Arambol is one of the northernmost beaches in the state of Goa, India. It is quiet, peaceful and far less busy than some of the other beaches of North Goa for example Baga, Calangute. No watersports! Clean water, I reckon this is the best beach for swimmers in all of N. Goa. There are some fantastic staying arrangements along the beach/cliffs at Arambol. This post explores them:

Weekend Getaway Report, Kalote Lake, India, Maharashtra photos and videos