Love Bytes

They say TIME flies when u r in a B-Scul...dey shud chk again coz The Person can tell u dat d second trim in d infamous Indian B-Scul scene is a quite chilled out affair...lots of fests and lots of movies and lots of intracampus wars and lots of globe-ing on any topic under the sunshine and of course lots of memorable walks down the Lover's Lanes (henceforth LL-s) of d respective campuses.Yes dat's rite.The seeds of passion and romance sowed ever so carefully by the respective baghbaans(go c d BR Chopra tearjerker if u hv no clue what we r talkin about or bttr a Hindi sabdkosh/abhidhan) in d first trim breaks in2 blossom nurtured by the hospitable climate prevailing in the Indian B-Scul scene bestowed both by Mother Nature & Curriculum Maker.And to tell you about two such mushy,cushy,oh-cho-cuteeeee The Person decided to post and help the incoming and d despairing millions of Indian youth about how to go ahead & succeed in matters of heart when they face the mighty Indian B-Scul Curricula Monster,specifically in d 1st trim and not be overwhelmed and give up on 'Apne Dil ki Awaaz' (as promulgated by Raj (a.k.a SRK) in His so many potboilers).

Guys this for u.Imagine the most cosmo city of your country.Done?Den imagine urself 2 b a ok-ish cool dude in the supposedly coolest college scene of the country though in my opinion girls in DU colleges can leave any non-Delhi guy feeling that he must have been to real Bharat (where u get plump-faced desi maids with what-must-be-lauded-by-the-Taliban-kind-of-Salwar-suits and -5 power specs to go with that) and been utterly cheated hence.Done?Now tell me how likely r u 2 make a comment like 'Am single by choice'? Tats rite! Now let's leave d necessary inferences dat needs to be drawn on d junta readin dis stuff and get ahead in our mission.

But given that The Person had started on this particular piece sometime back and yet hasn't had the time to finish it off so it is imperative that the task at hand be taken care of swiftly.So we will cut one person's love life out and take on the other case.

Ever felt the need to FIT IN? The present day Indian youth does feel that a lot.Specially when it comes to NOT being single.Specially if u r an Engineer and an about-to-be-MBA.How ODD is it to not have a girlfriend???I mean...like u must be real piece of work to not have a girlfriend at this stage of your life..isn't it?So thought a guy...Wronged in love once by a demon-of-a-Dad-in-Law he took an oath not to fall in love ever again...bad mouthed girls but in private fantasised about everything that he should ideally not be doing about...but lo and behold..he fell again!But since On-Campus was not to be hence Off-Campus.One thing led to another which led to a prompt trip to You-Know-Whose-House...hee hee hee hee...naughty minded all of you huh...But to the knowledge of The Person the Dad-in-Law dis time also turned out to be a Bitch...but den as it is has been acknowledged already you are a piece of work..so how could any for that matter Dad risk his daughter...But this was lost on our guy.All the bad mouthing in public became cozy cuddling in d phone as nite descended on d B-Scul with the PDA(Phone Display of Affection) reaching crazy heights...unbearable at times.The Person very much influenced by Case Studies(B Scul Student u c) would leave this post at this as no case should veer towards a solution.Scratch your hair(I don't care of where) and analyse this Perfect CS and blast away to glory...See u all then.

Fine Dining: A Treatise

This particular piece is in ode to the art of Fine Dining practised and cultivated by the people of money specially the New ones. That is not to say that Old money does not know how to celebrate this particular celebration of life as The Person might put it. But in this piece we focus more on the nouveau rich and their temples of culinary worship- the standalone Fine Dining restaurants, kinda exclusive, u know the types where u need to have a booking a few days in advance preferably. Considered ‘hatke’ than the standard ***** hotels’ restaurants these places reek of exclusivity (or so they seem to think) thanks mainly to the right hand side of the menu-cards and less due to the kind of clientele or the fare on offer. Now Calcutta being Calcutta still somehow boasts of a handful of these. They say ‘Gods must be Crazy’ I say ‘These restaurateurs are’. Come to think of it, how can Calcutta junta (no offence IT people...even IT DINK-s would think thrice before throwing caution to the wind) handle such eye-popping prices for something very basic! Now enough of a background as The Person would say by now, let’s get down to describing the menu item that inspired this composition.

Afraa. That’s what the Neotias call their little nest nestled at the perch of the Salt Lake City Centre (This clarification was necessitated by the fact that Calcutta now boasts of 3 City Centres actually...one of course the CBD, second the Salt Lake one, third its sibling at Rajarhat---yes that particular location which is supposedly the Promised Land for the Bengali IT herd of Infosys and Wipro who are being denied their cup of ‘cha’ (tea) and bowl of ‘muri’ (puffed rice) and a few solid rounds of ‘adda’ specially during the lunch breaks in the sanitised world of Bengaluru/ Hyderabad/ Noida).It means White. Decor suits the name. Now that we have the location let’s get along with the piece. The occasion-a warm home-coming welcome to a temporarily culinarily-challenged Indian MBA practising his trade in the hold-your-breath city of New Delhi- a place where finding non-veg good food is not only tough for the salary-challenged class (read Students) but also to go from a food-loving-and-gorging human to a non-veg-challenged foodie takes a Herculean effort...yeah I know Atlas Shrugged and We Managed...but still come on no self-respecting foodie can give up on his habits specially when he/she is not inclined to do so. Period. So where were we...ahh yes the occasion. Now for the company. Of course to-be-spouse! And the item that would help to transcend the dining experience from being a vanilla one to a Fine one was a Dessert...yes they have a Dessert menu-card all leather bound and you can have a full table laid out with a very romantic floating candle-never mind the fact that this was not supposed to be a 4 course meal (why it was not can be taken up on a later date) now the problem with such transcendental products is that if you are not a regular patron of such places you are sure to remember their name only as long as the menu rests on the table. So the order was placed. Couple of the dessert for the couple of course...as it was put “I can’t share mine” such statements obviously heightens your expectations specially in a Fine Dining set up. The next thing that u should be advised in Fine Dining is Expectation Management. They promise the World and give u let’s say Patna. So true to its nature out came the desserts on the expectation-laden table. A description is absolutely necessary at this point else we would not be doing justice to the Fine Food. A pristine white plate, with a spherical chocolate-covered-crust which held a pista-variant of icecream and a plateau-shaped hot choco-sauce filled inners and to add the final flourish there was a broad X marked by choco-powder. Disappointment at first sight...really The Person’s long-cherished notions of Fine Dining were reinforced—‘all crap, little substance’. As for the taste well it was good...nothing that would get Afraa a Michelin star soon. That marks the end of this piece.