Monday, January 31, 2011

old versus new

Today, as I lay in the college grounds, sun basking my way into the day, I realized that there are three kinds of people. One who are born brilliant/or become due to the entire ‘Tiger mom’ concept that I read about recently in the Time magazine. The second are the ones who care but aren’t exactly the ‘make hay while the sun shine’ sorts and the third are like most of my friends, they simply do not care. I don’t know at this point in my life which of these is going to get insanely lucky or ridiculously unlucky, but I know one thing, I need to act fast cause the sun won’t be shinning for too long.
I want to be happy, and part famous. I want to earn enough money to keep me a clean, good earth inspired house. I want to settle later in my life, have a couple of kids go for fancy vacations to Provence and age beautifully, not like the kittens from Sex And The City. Doubt and dilemma always makes me hungry, and my friends are forever hungry anyway, so in an almighty Scorpio we made our way to our favorite cheap food place- City Café.
Now the original City Café was just divine. I loved its shadiness, with it came a sense of reassurance that BBM in its flashy covers hasn’t taken over the world yet. It was beside a nursery, and plants like I have said earlier, really do brighten up the place. That is why I loved it so much. It had the most sensational crispy honey chili potatoes I have ever eaten in my entire life! The pasta although entirely indianised, left you feeling fuzzy and cheerful. They didn’t offer aerated water, only iced tea and lime sodas, which were the perfect blend of sweet and sour, almost each time more sour than sweet, but that’s what makes the difference, right? Their portions weren’t minute like every other decent place in south Delhi, for a hundred bucks, everyone would go home completely satisfied without burning a giant hole in their wallets/pockets/I really don’t thing this would be appropriate. They had the best maggi too, with egg (not my personal favorite), cheese and so many other innovative bits and pieces. The shakes, the chicken, the place, everything was so perfect. You found people writing/doodling while they sipped chai, the cooler crowd could smoke, it was a place where you would invariably run into a few people you knew, so there would be a warm hug, or an awkward hello , either way it felt complete. It was so ideal, and now, in place of that, they have this pseudo hookah place, with white walls, and proper plates, it’s absolutely terrible! Although the food is the unchanged, the spirit and charm of the place is entirely lost. Its somewhat like the translated texts, even though they get the meaning across to the reader, the soul of it goes astray. But hypocrites, as we all are we still go there once in a while when we’re famished as it is both inexpensive and close by but I feel this sinking feeling whenever I compare the two. I’m just going to have to find my new ‘comfort eating place’, sigh.