I AM :)

“Im old enough to know what exactly I want but not old enough to let go,

Im kind enough to share stuff I have but not all that I adore,

Im honest enough to share the truth as much as you can hear, not all of it Im sure,

Im loud enough for you to hear me scream, cause you matter, not everyone around me dear,

Im calm enough to smile at will, else with a broken heart im painful as a shredded glass…

IM understandING yes I am but definitely not mature,

Im The imp in your life who colours it bright …Im me…the hermit in the city…unresolved yet so plain, with my noble intentions I could put a saint to shame!!!

“What does a hermit really need??? Roti kapda and makan – to put it simply…”

the pure air at the mountains refreshes my senses and im so at peace that im ready to unsettle myself by indulging in a mad city – Delhi…so today as I forced myself to venture to the heart of the city to eat good food at lunch hour (god forbid) I was horrified when I was made to stand at the door of this good restaurant and wait (no lobby can you imagine, no sitting just standing at the door, for all the money they have, they don’t even have the courtesy to place a few seats, even if they are plastic chalse, but some chairs please) in the corridor of a shopping area, not really sure how the others take it but it didn’t go down too well with me L and to top it all was this really unpleasant, rude, frustrated and the most grim faced guy I had ever seen, since I last saw Golum in Lord of the Rings, at the door who was writing names…god I could go on but I wont, so I promptly barged in, complained to the manager that they were rude and I walked off to find another place… few minutes away near Jantar Mantar was this very doubtful looking eatery, which was flanked by all kinds of people- politicians, rickshaw walas, students, aunties uncles etc etc…I couldn’t resist the smell of yummy sambar and I pushed myself towards the stall, but when I saw all the people eating what they ordered I was shamelessly salivating like a school kid who gets to eat at restaurants once a week, I was so filled with greed that I promptly ordered upma, vada and dosa, without even having an inkling if I can digest it all, man it was so yummy and I ended the lunch with a mango milk shake J my first mango shake for this summer…hurray. Not going to Sarvana Bhavan was such a blessing in disguise…and to top it the person who serves food at this small joint was so sweet he gave me extra sambar 3 times, without a frown on his face J isn’t that sweet, yes it is and it was so clear that it’s the people who really make a place happening or not happening, an expensive interior might just serve as a good showroom not a restaurant…so anyway im proud to have found this place and the better than the best part was I landed up paying only what I would have paid for ordering extra sambar at Sarvana...

Love

Shilpa

Jai Gurudev