It was my first time at More Than Paranthas. A lot of people at college recommended the place. So me and my roomie Ankur decided to check it out. We went for dinner so we missed those great combo meal deals they have for lunch. The place is decent. We ordered Chicken Tikka Paranthas and Murg Methi Malai. The paranthas were totally worth the money. The chicken was too creamy to our expectations. The service is great there. On the whole, a great place if you’re terribly hungry. Don’t miss out their combo meal deals during lunch!
While at Delhi I had the opinion that it was the auto-rikshaws there which were like little monsters on three wheels. And then I moved to Faridabad and my opinion crashed like a typical Microsoft Operating system does. A ride on one of these auto-rikshaws in Faridabad is a ride through hell. If you think the ones in Delhi were unsafe and rash, you haven’t been on something like this in Faridabad. Let me explain the whole ride.
The first part is the most difficult one. Trying to convince an auto-rikshaw driver to take you to your destination is harder than convincing your girlfriend. You can either give out a lot of smiling Gandhis to these guys or you take the cheaper option of sharing the ride with others. You’re screwed either way.
The ride begins once there are more people sitting than the auto-rikshaw can actually accommodate. Picture this. There are two people on the left side of the driver and two on the right. That’s five on a seat which is supposed to be for one guy. The driver is sandwiched between these passengers and just manages to steer through the insane city traffic. Behind the cockpit, the scene isn’t any better. While three people are sitting on the seats, three more are sitting opposite to them. No not on any cushion but on hard steel. Yes it’s painful and cruel to the poor asses. Everyone sitting inside stinks. And they really stink badly. At first you wonder it’s coming from the outside and then you take a look at the guy next to you. His face is self explanatory. His expressions go like, “Yes dude, that’s me. I stink”.
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What is the best way to celebrate Independence Day? Get out and taste the real India! In my case it was more of a necessity. The day started with me and Ankur (my roomie) waking up late in the morning. We realized we had slept for 12 hours and that was enough. We left for the Delhi-Faridabad border otherwise better known as the Badarpur border. We took a ride on a thing that resembled a space shuttle and had three tyres. Well it did make a sound like one of those NASA powered useless space shuttles they send on other planets. So we arrive at the Badarpur border. Finding a bus that could take us to the bus station was not another Google search. The correct buses weren’t ready to leave and others were filled with a crap load of people. Finally we found one. Trust me, one ride on one of these blue line buses and you won’t wanna sing Saare Jahaan Se Acha again. On the way we saw the Red Fort, the Indian flag, Delhi Zoo, crowded ITO etc. It took us more than one hour to reach to the Kashmere Gate ISBT. We rushed towards the Mc Donalds outlet there. We both had a nice meal there. We were supposed to catch a Deluxe bus to Chandigarh. Deluxe means it’s a little less dirty than other buses and a little less crappy too. We didn’t know there were others who’d want to get on that bus too and they were there early to buy the tickets. Standing in that queue was out of the way. We took the Punjab Roadways bus which looked like an aircraft all ready to take off. Yes Punjab Roadways buses are very close to being an actual aircraft. The journey wasn’t close to being called smooth but it was fine. After all what we’ve been through the past 24 hours, how bad could it get is what we had in mind.
Back home it feels so good. Especially being back on the Internet. I’m hungry. Hungry for broadband. I’ll be on a feast for the next few days at least!
I finally tried out the newly opened PVR Cinemas at Centra Mall Chandigarh also known as PVR Centra. I went for the first day first show of Sex And the City. The mall is yet to begin with full operations. As of now only PVR Cinemas has opened it’s doors. Everyone and even the newspapers have been talking a lot about the parking issues at the Centra Mall. Personally I didn’t experience any parking problem. Although they have a limited space inside the two level basement parking which is bound to choke during peak hours. Enough of that now! Coming back to PVR. The staff at their box office is pretty friendly. Since I already booked my tickets online last night, they had my tickets ready for me. I mean they had already got them printed and the whole process was quick. The PVR Cinemas are located on the fourth floor. There are escalators but still the fourth floor seems to high up. PVR Centra has four screens. The security was pretty tight. They even wanted me to show them my cell phone was actually a cell phone by activating the display. Even if I was supposed to carry say a digicam inside, you won’t make out if it’s a cell phone or a digicam by that! The interiors are pretty well done. The cinema hall was not even 20% of it’s capacity. People here only like Super hero movies or what? PVR Centra failed the popcorn test. They even failed the Pepsi test. My drink had everything but bubbles. Guys I need the fizz! Everyone buys cola for fizz and not ice with water thrown inside a disposable glass labelled as ‘Large’. I didn’t dare to try the Burgers, Hot Dogs they kept showing on the screen during the interval. This is usual PVR stuff. Also I must mention the leg space isn’t any good either. PVR has some sort of a scam running up their site. They show the last row seats i.e the Prime ones as sold out each time. None of those seats were occupied by any one. They looked comfy to me! I don’t understand what these people have in mind. So the movie ends and I came back home. Not entirely happy with PVR Centra. Not entirely mad at them as well. I’ll give you another try people. Make me happy.
For me, it’s Kismat Konnection tomorrow at DT Cinemas. No this is not a part of any truth’n'dare game.
I hate these so called Coffee joints. They are all part of a huge scam. The coffee isn’t worth the money they charge. The Barista LavAzza outlet at Sector 35 is the worst. I have never liked the coffee there. It tastes like crap! Cafe Coffee Day is just around the corner and they have a decent service. Last week I ordered two smoothies with ice-cream at Barista. The dude insisted I have it with ice-cream. Fifteen minutes and I was still waiting for my smoothies to arrive. The dude comes up to me and tells me his blender isn’t working. What the heck? I say it’s fine. I’ll wait. Another ten minutes passed by. What do I see next? The helper walks in with two bricks of Verka ice-cream. Verka ice-cream? Are they trying to kill me or what? So he ran out of ice-cream and made an excuse. Poor blender, sorry I cursed you. The smoothies arrive just two minutes after the ice-cream purchased from a nearby store and brought in. They taste like crap. So finally I have decided to quit trying and giving these folks a chance. I don’t like Cafe Coffee Day too much either but they are better than these morons. In fact the Cafe Coffee Day outlet at Sector 11 is one of the best I’ve been to. Great service. The coffee tastes good too!
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