• Women’s intimate health, should the issues remain hushed or is it time we spoke out?”

    Health and wealth, two issues closest to the human heart are popular topics that can be
    discussed at length anywhere at any time. And it seems the more intimate the
    problem, the more publicly it is spoken of. Consider this conversation heard in
    the lift last night.
    “Don’t see much of your mum these days. Is she well?”
    “Oh ! She suffers from incontinence and feels embarrassed going
    out”.
    “What a shame, but why don’t you buy Diapers?” and the advisor
    goes on to give a complete run down on how he tackled the problem of his own
    mother.
    Also consider this incident that occurred several years ago when
    my little girls were still little,  and they
    found a sanitary pad slipped under the front door by an overzealous P & G campaign
    that  announced its Whisper with a Shout!
    Nothing could have been more subtle and for a while this act of irresponsible
    marketing actually put me off buying the brand till I found it living up to its
    promise of protecting me for those special days.
    While health issues need to be discussed to bring to light the
    plight of millions of suffering women, I think it is equally important to
    discuss issues at relevant platforms. For that matter all issues have to be
    discussed in context: it is equally embarrassing to be discussing
    men’s health issues for that matter. Jokes about Viagra for instance are in
    poor taste and do nothing to promote an intimate man’s issue that needs to
    be addressed. 
    A lot of information handed out in the name of public interest is damaging
    and counterproductive – every doctor will vouch for Doctor Internet or that other equally irresponsible Mrs. XYZ who happily shared her own intimate health issue with all those who cared to hear.  TV, that other God of Wisdom,
    that uncovers stories like female circumcision in Africa, female foeticide or other issues closer to home violate the privacy of the individual.
    Intimate health issues are intimate – in fact all health issues
    are intimate:  
    Discussing lack of bladder control is equally disconcerting as
    discussing dengue or malaria. Suffering  an intimate health
    issue is bad enough but worse still to have it discussed in public fora.
    So while I feel women’s health issues should not be ignored, there is no need to make public announcements to increase public awareness. 
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  • Our guest from Pakistan wanted to honour Anna Shetty and her
    husband at the best restaurant in town so we chose Neel for dinner last night.
    Formerly known as Tote-on-the-Turf, Neel serves exclusive Nawabi khana in a place once known for its fine
    European dining. Alas ! Indian palates normally equate European
    cuisine with Pasta smothered in cheese and that ubiquitous Baked Dish, but the clientele of Tote who are largely the
    rich and famous  vegetarians (who are the
    actual spenders in this city) familiar with more exotic vegetarian fare and found the menu of Tote restrictive and boring. Hence
    Rahul Akerkar had no option but to change Tote to Neel (which incidentally
    means Indigo; the flagship restaurant of the deGustibus Hospitality Company which has several other catering
    ventures under this umbrella) and serve naans
    instead of breads. With the closure of Gourdon in the early 60’s
    Continental dining in Mumbai was restricted to  Gaylords, Jazz by the bay
    and the various Mumbai clubs . Rahul Akerkar, a celebrity restaurateur,  can be credited with introducing a new style
    of dining in Mumbai which was still stuck in the stodge of 50’s style
    restaurants with his first venture “Just Desserts” . This unique
    concept of having a dessert after dinner in a place that doubled up as a Jazz
    Club in the deserted Office area of downtown Mumbai was wildly popular and
    established Akerkar’s presence on the Gourmet Scene. It wasn’t long before he graduated
    from desserts to main courses and established “Under The Over”  introducing Mumbai to Bistro style dining at
    Kemp’s Corner. But despite  the central
    location, Kemp’s Corner is non starter for a commercial venture  given its lack of parking space
    and exorbitant rents. Luckily Akerkar found an old Bungalow on a side
    street off Colaba Causeway which he metamorphosed into a Fine dining space with
    the feel of a Mediterranean home-style eatery.
    With plain wooden furniture, minimalistic décor, a well stocked
    bar, imaginative cocktails, fusion cooking and  authentic ingredients, Indigo captured the
    imagination of the Mumbaikars of the late 1990s who thronged to this new
    watering hole. With 40% tax at the Five stars, finally we had a standalone
    restaurant that was not Irani, not Chinese, Muglai or Punjabi and  which offered world class cuisine. Parties at
    the Indigo continued on to their Sunday brunches, a  concept easily lapped up by the young people .
    Neel aka Tote-on-the-turf is charming dining area distinguished by
    its unique iron branch arches on the verandah, structures which are beautiful and creepy at the
    same time. Perhaps it should have been called Shwet rather than Neel
    considering the only blue around was the charger plates on each table………….
    With a dinner reservation for 8, Anna Shetty picked me up at while
    Hubby Dear went to pick up our guest and host for the evening from the Taj.
    With a fiasco of a meal at Indigo on Thursday night, I was a bit sceptical
    about choosing Neel for dinner but since we didn’t want to do Chinese, Japanese
    or Italian, the only option was Neel in our Salwar Kameez.

    We arrived at the venue well in time and were stunned to see Tote transformed into a fairy tale dinner venue with the trees draped with golden lights and the outside covered with cream and gold canopies. Obviously some one was having a party. We were taken to a table on the verandah which thankfully was air conditioned and we caught up with gossip before our host/guest arrived. 

    With our talkative host steering the conversation, we had a wonderful evening round a great meal of Galouti Kababs which literally melted in the mouth, Vegetarian seekhs,  Neel ki tadke wali pomfret, chicken curry , the most fantastic daal makhani south of the Vindhyas, a khade masale ka paneer  and an assortment of rotis, both regular and rumali with a fermented bread Bakhumas on the suggestion of the waiter/steward attending to us.

    For those looking for a different kind of Indian food experience Neel is a welcome change from the Chelo kababs of Copper Chimney and the tandoori food of Khyber. The food was spiced just right, servings perfect and all in all a great experience. Rounding off this meal was a plate of hot jalebis served with rabri on the side, shared by the three of us and a bowl of phirni . A chilled beer  served in a chilled glass, a soda, a glass of red wine and two mocktails accompanied us through this lovely, relaxed evening. We were happy, our host/guest was happy and we went home content and ready to be back for more. 

    Neel – Formerly Tote on the Turf

    022 61577777, 022 23066262, 022 23066161 
     – Tote On The Turf Mahalaxmi address

    Mahalaxmi Racecourse, Gate 4 & 5, Keshva Rao, Mahalaxmi, Worli, Mumbai




      

    Contrary to expectations, the dishes are reasonably priced for the quality and ambiance and this dinner for 5 set us back by Rs.6000/-

  • Welcome to Mumbai

    Back in the day when Mumbai was Bombay, the photos were B&W, the taxis were black and yellow,the buses were B.E.S.T, the radio was Radio Ceylon and the streets were smooth and uncongested and Santa Cruz Bombay’s only airport was only a half hour ride away, going to the airport was like a picnic. Perhaps because air travel was rare we actually looked forward to drop off/receive someone at Santa Cruz. It was strange to see people  dressed formally in suits, sporting flower garlands being surrounded by near and dear ones, smiling grimly into a camera before actually saying goodbye.

    As the buildings became taller and the skies busier, the airport underwent a phase of modernisation and up-gradation and deteriorated into one higgeldy piggeldy mess.For several years it was hell for both the passenger and the receiver.  There was no place to wait, flight arrivals were found out much like Chinese Whispers – asking the person next to you who asked the person next to him who asked the person next to him ………..And with the remodelling taking so long to complete each trip to the airport meant a new lesson in navigation! Thankfully all that is in the past.

    Today’s airport is in comparison, sterile yet lively – with hundreds of people milling around, passengers trailing  luggage on wheels, Meeters waving placards with names and Greeters co-ordinating transport movement with drivers in the parking bay. It all seems quite organised with airport security staff regularly clearing off people from the main exit point of the terminal and cleaning staff whizzing around on automated floor cleaners mopping up wet spots and picking up stray paper.

    After several years of “up-gradation” the airport has finally become worthy of being called an airport of a big city.

    When I had to make an airport pick up last week, I actually had time to observe things around me and found the most amazing shop called Caramello right outside the passenger terminal exit. This pleasantly air-conditioned shop which could be the miniest supermarket giving the maximum joy with goodies unseen in most Mumbai shops – ranging from supermarket ready to eat foods, toiletries, chocolates and cheese, ham from Spain and sanitizers from “over there”. Of course with a 400 g Toblerone being sold at Rs.600, it is not cheap, but as the lady at the counter informed me, the goods are genuine and taste genuinely different from the Crawford market fare. I was equally astonished when she told me that there are regular customers who come from all over the city just to pick up their stock of genuine imported stuff. While I was in no mood to test her claim, I did step outside to try the samosa of Kailash Parbat fame. It was good but I honestly speaking without the clamour and chaos of Colaba’s Pasta Lane, the samosa lacked some of its flavour. So I abandoned it and took my place with the others in the waiting space under the clean white canopies of Mumbai’s Legoland Airport.

    I loved watching people sitting patiently on stainless steel benches looking hopefully at flat screens announcing flights or silent TV screens showing news. With a large choice of food and beverages to choose from and even a florist at hand to buy the welcome bouquet from, Mumbai Airport is no longer the welcome party’s unwelcome dream. For the first time really, I actually felt good about being in Mumbai and gave my guest a genuine smile of welcome as I saw him step out of the arrival gate.

    No Offence Meant

    Whilst settling my guest at the Taj Mahal Hotel’s opulent uber luxe Palace Hotel Wing, the Staff member deputed to doing the checking-in, re-confirmed very politely that it was a request for a “single occupancy room” giving me the ever so subtle fleeting look over. As a fifty + little old lady who is more than just pleasantly plump,dressed in a matronly cotton sari, I didn’t know whether to feel flattered or offended to be mistaken for either an escort or just a hooker.

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