I remember sitting in the warden’s office on my first day, eyeing the simple girl from Sultanpur in her yellow kurta who hadn’t said a word till now. She was going to be my roommate? I was sure we didn’t have a thing in common. I mean, I have never watched an episode of Swat Kats in my life! At the time, I didn’t realise that being strangers in the city would become the greatest common point. It became one of the strangest friendships people have seen and one of my most cherished. I had begun to form a new perspective on Pune and the Punekars.
To recap, 17 year old girl (a.k.a. me) moves to Pune from 5,000 miles away to meet an unanticipated and unwelcome new friend – culture-shock. 5,000 tears, a slightly forced Indian accent and a wardrobe change later I finally felt a little less out of place. I had made 3 new friends that I will forever be thankful for. It was time to explore…
We left off at the culture shocked 17-year-old who had left her home 5,000 miles away to live in Pune – a.k.a. Me. My tear ducts had literally dried out at this point and part of me still wanted to run back home, but a bigger part of me just did not want to give up. I finally decided to give it a shot.
had stepped off the plane in Bombay, my nerves tingling with excitement and nervousness, my heart heavy from leaving my family behind, and head slightly dizzy from the turbulence of landing in the rains. I couldn’t wait for those doors to open and when they did, the feeling was indescribable. The airhostess swung the doors open with a smile and a strong scent of manure hit me like a wrecking ball! *sorry*. I held my nausea together and smiled back at her. I entered the dull grey airport (this was the old airport), tripped at the entrance and landed flat on my face. I got up, dizzier than ever, ran to the bathroom, which smelled strongly of cheap orange air freshener, and threw up. So, that’s how my journey began.
(In context with a conversation between me and two of my friends, one being a Punekar and the other, not so much.) Dear fellow Punekar, I find it utterly pleasing that you hold such paramount passion for this city. The conviction with which you speak for and about Pune makes me smile; I am extremely […]
After nearly a decade long delay, it looks like the Pune Metro Rail project is finally going to see the light of the day. The PIB (Public Investment Board) approval came in last week, and the final approval from the Central Cabinet is expected later this month. Following this approval, the official launch of the project is expected soon thereafter.
Oktoberefest is upon us and there is no escaping the gallons of beer that’s going to be poured all around the city. Taking an inspiration from the festive air that surrounds us, we went ahead and made a list of the beers we would love to try this season.
“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” This was ole Will Shakespeare’s take on the matter, but then he didn’t have the likes of Arvind Kejriwal to contend with, who deftly deflects the junta’s attention from more pressing matters by raising syaapas where none exist.
Dear Mumbaikars, we love you and your city. We really do. And we’d love you guys even more if you’d show us some love in return by not saying these seven much-heard lines…
These were houses that were built for ‘personal consumption’ and had all the moods and trappings of ‘personal taste’. No fancy Carrera marble, no lavish driveways, no French gardens and other displays of grandiose shrieking for attention.