Iftar is the religious observance of breaking a fast when the azaan is called out by muezzins from mosques after sunset. This happens during the holy month of Ramadaan or Ramzaan like how it is known here in in India. About five years ago, we started going to the iftar spreads to indulge in the meaty treats at Frazer town, Bangalore. It continues even now.
It had started drizzling slowly on a lazy Saturday afternoon. Post lunch with nothing to do, a few family members and I decided to go on a drive. It was the perfect weather and we were on our way. There is nothing more blissful than when you are in your car, with an open road ahead of you and most importantly having your favorite music accompanying you.
There are days when you find things just refuse to work or go on strike.
I had one of these rare days a few weeks ago. There were a lot of things that needed to be done and I kind of had a mini meltdown. Was helpless because of my dependencies on others to set this right. There was no point in sitting around when this got fixed so I rounded up two friends and headed out to lunch. To unwind mostly from all the subsequent stress.
Young couple holding hands. Happy. Slowly walking.
Shrill whistle sounds. Red bus with people spilling.
Senior citizens crossing road. Bikes suddenly braking.
A bunch of college students guffawing. Two cyclists wheeling.
Office executives on cell phones. Ladies lunching. Gossiping. Gesticulating.
A few days ago, I was at my old apartment looking out of my window, at the rather spread-out tree whose dust-coated leaves I could touch if I put my hand out. It was kind of hot and dusty. I was thinking that the kind of heat we have been experiencing was not very Bangalore-like. Ours was a city known for its pleasant summers. Sadly not any more.:(
This Zen has nothing to do with the Mahayana school of buddhism.:) This Zen, is the pan-asian restaurant at the Leela Palace hotel, Bangalore.
A while ago, this ground floor restaurant was the chosen venue, to have an informal dinner with my team members after a loong day at work. We made our way directly to one of the Leela’s restaurants – Zen, as decided.
My first impression on entering the JW Marriott property in Bangalore, was space, grandeur, elegance and best of all the staff who treat everyone with respectful courtesy. Full marks to their soft skills coach :). These were my thoughts as I made my way to their signature restaurant – the JW Kitchen, which at once is modern and inviting. Its linear wooden shelves showcase herb pots, pickle jars, copper pans, clay pots, different varieties of candies, I also saw some books lined up. All of this adds to the “residential” feel, of the timeless variety. The eclectic colors and textures with the clean lines adds to the homely touch. An upscale one 🙂 Spice Terrace and Alba are their other restaurants within the hotel.