For The Foodholics

Sundays are meant to do nothing, however, the sinful gut needs its fuel. So it all began with Nizam's at Connaught Place, the Sunday brunch was certainly Nawabi. Though it was tough to choose among the long list the restaurant had to offer, I settled on the most popular Mutton Biryani.

Well, I have had a lot many varieties of Biryanis in my life across the nation, however, Nizam's, to be frank, has a different flavour unique to itself, and on top of that, it wasn't as spicy as most Biryanis we find are.

Located at the H-block of the inner circle of Connaught Place, the restaurant was an evident to the fact that ‘Hunger unites people'— I could find foodies from across the world joined to be a part of their kitchen, and trust me, the food was something to express ‘awe' for.

After the food, I believe, nobody should forget to plunge into the ‘Sinful Dessert' their menu hosts. And this time, I choose Makhmali Malai Rabri and it was supremely delish. 

Get a look at it, isn't it mouth-watering?

Alright, today it's official – Mr Fancy Pants is foodaholic. Well, Delhi Street food festival was on my mind and after the Biryani session, I straight away headed to the very popular commonwealth games venue Jawaharlal Nehru Stadium. 

Though the event ran for three days, 13th of December was the last day of the fest and along with it came most of the crowd. Though the food was a bit pricey, nonetheless, trying different delicacies from various parts of India once a while calls for a price to pay, however, the food was worth. 

Though Food fest showcased the food from almost all the parts of India; however, the footfall of most states were missing, but the ones present were inviting. 

Have a look at a couple of stalls and what they had to offer.

Well, no street food is complete with the Omelette, yes eggs are promising and the street food fest was evident. 

These were couple of food I laid my hands on, though spicy, but it was worth trying

Bhetki fish with rice and onion (from Kolkata)

Pot Chicken cooked ‘without oil' for all the health freaks(From Telangana)

Baby Boomers Rule – Again

We apparently are in a misconception that the Millennials are the new consumers and forgetting the fact that the ‘Baby Boomers’ hold the keys to every ‘locks and safes’ of the world and run the show. The generation that brought the pop culture and made the first consumer generation is heading into retirement. Time to wake-up folks and cheer up the baby boomers and their invigorated spending power that reshaped Texas to Sin-City and Bangalore to Silicon-Valley.

However, going by our Hindu-Shastra (which clearly needs a moderator), a man at 60 is expected to retire and renounce. But isn’t it a more passive way of spending their ‘senior’ years, after all, why should one hustle while young, and not enjoy the old.

Well, Matt Thornhill, president of Generations Matter, a think tank in Richmond, Virginia says “Boomers are the first generation on the planet to get to age 60 and still see a long runway ahead,”

Perhaps, the strongest validation of the Baby Boomer Renaissance is the 2011 film The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel and approves the fact that – 50 is the new 30 and why not so. This generation (baby boomers) has been more active and more involved in ‘‘shaping’’ the world than the Snowflake generation.

With an annual spending power of $7.1 trillion— one must not take the segment for granted, which is estimated to hit 13.5 trillion dollars by 2032 and consider it as an opportunity, than a liability.

No Shrinking Violets – Baby boomers Rock

We’re no longer looking for the youth as role models, many seniors have become leaders already and some of them started after retiring. Take the example of our Faujah Singh, who became the oldest marathon runner at 101. Well, I ain’t advocating every senior to buckle up and start running, but staying active is a good way to live.

There’s always a space to start in a big way, even with potentially dwindling family circle – kids are grown up (hopefully), grand babies moved abroad (thankfully). It’s lonely in suburbia, nonetheless, the cityscape is open to diverse peer groups and communities, making it more interesting and pleasant, allowing a lot of opportunities to ditch retirement.

The Tragedy of Birth

Mr. Raphael Samuel’s decision to sue his parents for conceiving him without consent has garnered him all the attention he wanted and made me think, ‘when is a baby actually conceived’ – is it the time when our father casts his evil gleam on our mother or do we take a more scientific approach and stick to biology. Though the former sounds creepy and makes us a product of our father’s misconduct, sticking to biology is more rationale.

Well, this could be a stunt for 15-minute of fame, however, Mr. Samuel’s argument stems from the fact that any new human life will inevitably involve pain and suffering, while pleasure (although good) is irrelevant to those who do not or have not existed in the first place – this philosophical movement is termed as ‘anti-natalism’.

Though the believers of anti-natalism are in the minority, however, edging into the mainstream won’t take much time. Popularized by Matthew McConaughey character, Rust Cohle in True Detective, where he believed, ‘human consciousness was a tragic misstep in evolution. Life is bad, so is death and together they constitute an existential vice’.

In a country, where parents mollycoddles, kids turning up suing their parents can come as a surprise. Though the lawsuit drama could just be a click-bait, nevertheless it gives a clear idea of the understanding of new millennial and I say, it’s not bad at all, but suing won’t do any favour.

Though his thoughts are way ahead of time, it’s always glad to come across people who think differently and are brave enough to step out and speak about it in a society tied up in its accord. Anti-natalist or natalist, joke or no joke – people are suffering and we can’t un-see it with any sort of spiritual veil and bulls**t and bringing in a child for the sake of our continuity is both selfishness and the irony of our existence.

The Confession of a Tinderella and a desperate Grindrella

As the overrated weekend came to an end, my confession reckons with Rosy Edwards – the Millennials search for THE SPECIAL ONE by lowering the standard and finding love, one right swipe at a time.
 Though it’s ok to be open to both the genders and with the technology guiding us through the ‘SWAMVAR’ process easily, the question of being coy is out. Moreover, sleeping diagonally in the bed when you see happy couples around, hurts. Thus, finding a date on Tinder or a mate on Grindr seems meaningful in a much meaningless life we lead in this rat race.
Well, honestly speaking, girls are always delightful, probably, because of the fact that they amuse the 'not so man' side of a man and their ulterior motive to settle down and an occasional sneak-peek into their naked anatomy, becomes a source of curiosity for the penis bearer.

However, no Romeo and Juliet are born in real life and most, after few courtships end up saying ‘sayonara’ to become an old chapter in each other’s memory. To undo pain, no strings attached or one-night stands come handy. Well, blame it to Shakespeare or our poor, overdramatic Bollywood scripts – love is never about the romance we understand and the agony of Tinderella continues…

Having said that, the much curious man has several opportunities and with 377 being revoked, one can seek refuge in the desperate crowd of testosterone.  Well for beginners, the platform seems a safe haven and a few lucky ones end up tying knot. However, not everyone can have a similar fate, delving deep into it, one can come across the not much talked about complications of the society. Nevertheless, the desperate Grindrellas are comfortably share ‘unsolicited pics’ for fun, enjoyment and dates and probably it’s the only way for them to be accepted in this broken world, among people who are equally broken and discontented. Love is never about hunting for THE ONE and the agony of the desperate Grindrella continues….

This reminds me of the most popular Quote by Mirza Ghalib:
‘Dard jab dil mein ho, toh dawa keejiye, Dil hi jab dard ho toh kya keejiye’