One of the most interesting things said by German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche — a man who had a lot of interesting things to say – was this: “All truly great thoughts are conceived while walking.” WoNoBo’s expert tour guides welcome you to take a walk down India’s many colourful, crowded streets. Keep your eyes wide open and let our fabulous cities surprise you at every turn.
the park street tour
5 stops, Medium
One of Kolkata’s most famous tourist hot spots, Park Street has it all from happening nightclubs and fabulous restaurants to stately churches, hotels and even an abandoned cemetery.
the b.b.d. bagh heritage walk
6 stops, Medium
Once known as Dalhousie Square, this part of Kolkata was built around the Lal Dighi as a seat of power for British India. After India won independence, it was renamed B.B.D. Bagh in memory of Benoy
a walk around the taj
4 stops, Easy
It is clear why Akbar chose Agra as his capital. It is filled with beauty, art and a thousand stories at every corner, if you know where to look. It speaks to visitors in voices as ancient and pure as
the north kolkata walking tour
6 stops, Easy
The older half of this colourful and chaotic city, North Kolkata is dotted with century-old buildings, connected by a criss-cross of hundreds of narrow lanes. Right from the city’s great
the tombs of sikandra
4 stops, Medium
Founded by Sikandar Lodi, the principality of Sikandra has several tombs that swirl with mysterious stories, none more magnificent than the tomb of Akbar the Great. It was during his time that Agra
the fascinating museum walk
4 stops, Medium
No visit to any destination is really complete without taking a peek into the place's history and culture. And what better way to do this than a visually-rich museum tour? It's also
the chandni chowk trail
7 stops, Medium
Shahjahanabad. That’s the name Old Delhi went by in the 17th Century when the man who helped create it — Mughal emperor Shah Jahan — once walked these tree-lined streets.
the arts walking tour
9 stops, Medium
All major cities have fascinating hidden sides that they choose to reveal at random. If you’re lucky, Mumbai will allow you a couple of those picture-perfect moments when you least expect it
the british in mumbai walking tour
4 stops, Medium
They came, they conquered, they left a lasting influence. If it weren’t for the presence of the British on these seven islands, it’s hard to say what the face of Mumbai would be
Hyderabad Biryani Point
My earliest memories of food
The aroma of mouth-watering South Indian delicacies made by my grandmother, wafting in the living room.
When I would return from school, I would see her in the kitchen with piping-hot sambar on the stove, steaming idlis and paper dosas.
My favourite recipe
I absolutely love Hyderabadi haleem and biryani. It is one of the reasons why I look forward to Ramzan every year in Hyderabad. The festival gives me a chance to savour the customary home-cooked haleem with my old city friends.
Ingredients:Mutton medium pieces (diced): 150 gm, Curd: 25 g, Red chilli powder: 1 tsp, Green chilli: 1 tsp, Chopped mint: 1 tbsp, Chopped coriander: 1 tbsp, Garam masala powder: 1 tsp, Ginger-garlic paste: 1 tsp, Onions: 20 gm, Ghee: 15 ml, Basmati rice: 5 gm, Saffron: 1 pinch, Cumin seeds: ½ tsp, Garam masala: 10 gm, Papaya paste: 1 tbsp, Salt and pepper to taste
Method:Marinate mutton with ginger-garlic paste, salt, papaya paste, and red chilli powder and leave it aside for one hour 30 minutes. Wash and soak the rice. Add green chilli, chopped mint, curd, onions, garam masala and jeera to the marinated mutton and mix it well. Boil water in a microwave-proof pan and cook rice in boiling water with garam masala and salt. Strain the rice when it's 20 per cent cooked. Place mutton mix in a microwave-proof pan and allow mutton to cook in the microwave for 5 minutes. Cover mutton with rice and sprinkle some saffron and ghee on it.Sealthe pan and microwave it for 20 minutes. Serve hot garnished with chopped coriander and onions.
Bollywood Street Art - Sonipat to Paris!
Mumbai Educational Trust (Met),Bandra West
This Anarkali mural on the wall of Bandra is one of the many paintings from the Bollywood Street Artist, Ranjit Dahiya's wide collection.
Ranjit Dahiya – the name fetches hundreds of results... articles, images, videos.
I met Ranjit for the first time when he'd come for a job interview as an intern in the company where I used to work. He was a final year student pursuing his post graduation at NID. As he walked in, the Mangal Pandey look that he sported then, made quite a few heads turn. As I interviewed him candidly, I found him more of a Fine Artist than Commercial. More suited to work as an independent artist rather than be bound in the confinement of the corporate world.
After completing his studies at NID, he rejoined my company. The restrictive policies of the company couldn't change him much. He worked on his own terms, followed his own timings and even dozed off on the bean bag during office hours filling the room with sounds of his snores :) As we worked together, this desi lad with a distinct Haryanvi accent in his Hindi and Hinglish, shared details of his life with me, which I found quite interesting…
He hailed from a small town called Sonipat in Hariyana. At the age of 12 or 13, he would come home from school and make portraits of film stars using photographs cut out from magazines and the newspapers. When he was eighteen, Ranjit Dahiya dropped out of school after failing his exams in the 11th grade. With not much interest in pursuing regular studies he used to just pass his days doing buggerall. His favourite hangout was the local 'Akhada', the village gym. Seeing his son doing nothing productive, his dad sent him off to graze the cattle. So Ranjit spent his days in the meadows with the cows and buffaloes.
Against his parents’ wishes, he took up a job as a whitewasher in his village Garhi Brahmanan in Sonipat, on daily wages of Rs.40. One day, after having spent the day whitewashing the paan-stained and graffitied walls of Sonipat Railway Station, Ranjit was accused of stealing a paintbrush, worth 120 rupees. He wasn’t paid for his labour that day and his father was very upset with him, he said Ranjit was tarnishing family reputation. The task of whitewashing a school’s walls led Ranjit back to his first love, painting, after he was asked to create a mural of the goddess Saraswati on one of the walls he had whitewashed.
Through a drawing teacher he came to know about Chandigarh College of Fine Arts. He managed to get admission there and completed his graduation. While studying there he came to know about Ahmedabad’s National Institute of Design. He gave the entrance exam at NID, but failed in his first attempt as the examination paper was only in English. He could not understand the instructions and so he failed. His family was mounting pressure on him to get married. But he managed to buy some time from his dad. He started spending hours reading English newspaper daily isolating himself sitting in the tabelas with his cows n buffaloes. That was his way of focusing on his goal of improving his English. The following year he gave his second attempt at NID's entrance exams successfully and thus got into NID.
Post NID after job hopping in the corporate world for a year or 2, he soon let himself free when he found his calling - Bollywood Street Art. No sooner had Ranjit joined the artists group of The Wall Project fame than his luck beckoned him to the city of design, fashion, love, romance... PARIS!
After he returned I met him once outside our office to listen to his Tales of Paris. In 2009, Dhaniya Pilo, one of the founders of the Wall Project asked Ranjit if he would be interested in bringing his art to an exhibit in Paris. In February that year, Ranjit travelled to Paris’ Salon du Cinema exhibit with 31 canvases featuring his beloved film stars, particularly Amitabh Bachchan, Kishore Kumar and Rajesh Khanna. Mr. Amitabh Bachchan came to the show, saw his work, told him that he loved it and signed his painting! For Ranjit, that was most precious moment of his life! -
Check out the Paris video... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xp_Wg_sfOCQ
In 2010 too, our Poster Boy Ranjit had an exhibition of his works (35 paintings) in La Rochelle, France. His trip and exhibition was sponsored by the city council of La Rochelle in France.
Today every other wall in the bylanes of Bandra has got turned into Ranjit Dahiya's canvas. When Ranjit is not on one his phoren tours, you'll find him perched on a ladder in one of these small galees in Bandra doing what he does the best...
A Sachin memory
If you grew up in India in the 90s, it would be impossible that you had a favorite over Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar. If you did, you were unpatriotic. You simply could not ignore the little man when you were among friends. You would be ostracised. I never worried about that. Every one of us in the colony, in our short pants and soiled wristbands, would pretend to be just one person while we batted, bowled or fielded - Sachin Tendulkar.
It was a hot January afternoon when I first happened to see Tendulkar move in life. I had seen him before, on television sets. Appearing and disappearing as the signal of the antenna failed. Seeing him live, was a different experience. It was a big occassion. My cousin had somehow got tickets to the first India Pakistan Test match in the MA Chidambaram Stadium, Chennai. It was the first time Pakistan had played India since Kargil. We were in search of revenge. There we were, sitting somewhere beyong square leg, watching the match unfold in front of us.
The first three days were forgettable. I did not remember much of the third day because I was dehydrated and fainted midway. My cousin never forgave me. I missed Shahid Afridi smashing Srinath and Prasad all over the park for his 150. We returned on the fourth day to realise that Pakistan were in a strong position. By the end of the day, they had put up 271 for the target. We were not worried. We had something they never will - Sachin.
The fifth day began as a tragedy. Sadagoppan Rameshfailed miserably. Rahul Dravid, then not the giant as he is now, crashed out. Laxman waned after the first few minutes. Then came the master. His typical gait down to the pitch. The cautious marking of the stance. Hope was restored. The start was slow, but it kept going. Even as Azhar and Jadeja fell, he kept calm. Soon, it was the hundred up. The two hundred followed. India were gaining.
Pakistan was our arch enemy. We did not care how good Wasim was, or how brilliant Saqlain's off spinners were. They were the enemy. We could not lose. In our home, in front of our people. Sachin was the only hope we had, and some hope it was.
Then the stupidest thing happened. Nayan Mongia, who had batted out of his skin so far, stepped out to hit Saqlain's turner. It was a sharp off spinner, it dipped, turned left and found Moin Khan's gloves. That was the end of our middle order. We cursed. We railed. We could do nothing but sympathise with Sachin at the other end. 'Give us a bat. Give us a bat' we cried.
All the while, he batted. Through pain, through falling wickets, through Saqlain's spin and Wasim's pace. He battled. It was 30 runs to win. We were home. We were almost home.
Suddenly, the knife twisted. Slowly, like an assasin's best poison. Sachin stepped out to a Saqlain dolly, to hit him against the spin. His agonised back gave way. The bat did not come down in time. The shot was mistimed and the ball flew slant in the air, its pace taken off. Wasim Akram took the gift dropped from the sky. I could hear Waqar swear through the silence in the stadium. Soon, Kumble fell, followed by Joshi. The wickets were falling at a greater speed than the target.
It was Srinath next. We sat down and watched it through our losses. He drove a boundary. A slight resuscitant to our ICU admitted heart. It was just 12 runs to win. If only they could hang on... if not a win, just a draw... Then, Saqlain threw a wrong one at him. Srinath defended, with an India gate between his legs. The ball passed through and, ever so slightly, hit the bails. It was all over. We were shocked. Shocked into silence.
There are times in life when sights inspire you. They stay with you till the end of days. Like Henry Vth would say 'Old men forget, yet all shall be forgot; but he will remember with advantages'. You remember these things when you are 12 years old. You remember watching the stadium applaud through your tear filled eyes. You remember your cousin telling you why. You remember the stubborn intensity of a man, battling through pain, just to not lose only to end up losing. Sometimes, like Peter Roebuck said, its a privilege, simply to be there.
Feel like some Misal magic?
The arguments can be as fiery as the serving on the plate. Every true-blue Pune-ite has a favourite missal place, and will brook no arguments about it. We bring you some of the most stoutly defended outlets serving the hot and humble misal.
Shop till you Drop
From crowded streets to cool, swanky malls, Chennai offers a lot of options for those who want to spend a few bucks. There’s nothing to beat the streets for their sights and sounds, but you have these options when some climate control is needed.
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