Madd Hatter gave up

‘Dream a new dream, oh you young soul,

Live a new fear everyday,

And let go of the ones that you missed,

For they weren’t yours to begin with.’

When I was a kid, I dreamt of being an astronaut. I know a lot of kids did thanks to the Late Kalpana Chawla tragedy that propelled NASA and introduced kids of my generation to the very idea. I however, was more enthused about the idea for few more years. I wanted to see the stars and the moon and debunk rumours about the photo taken on the moon being fake (Was it only me who heard that one?)

That was the case till I realised my verbal abilities and discovered journalism as a career option. I was fascinated and often found myself day dreaming about getting the big stories. Along the way my dream changed again, and again and is still changing. And you know what is the most important part? That I am okay with that.

We grow as people every single day. Sure, the growth graph is ever changing; some days you grow bigger and better, some days you are worse off. Some days you wish and believe yourself to be capable of bigger and better things, and some days you don’t feel that. I often find myself thinking  how hard we are on ourselves for not wanting the same dream, for letting the dream change, or for not achieving it in the first place!

To all you people, who have let go of your dream, I am proud of you. Every broken dream, unfulfilled aspirations and unachieved expectations are as big a part of you as everything you have achieved and become. And every broken dream, will just pave way for a new one, a bigger happiness and a different life.

So stop being hard on yourself, about the things you didn’t achieve, the dreams that didn’t come true,  cause its okay!  Feel lucky; you have the ability to have a new dream, and the strength and belief to achieve it.

I gave up on a dream once, and saw more than one come true since.

Madd Hatter: The generation bridge

The generation GAP is such an inadequate term. A gap is something walkable, that one can overcome. A gap implies ease and small steps to cover. A bridge however, requires work, to build and then to walk. A longer distance and so much more efforts.

With parents, especially Indian parents, it is a generation bridge and takes a while, if ever crossed successfully. You have the parents on one end of the bridge, and the kids on the other.

Most days it is a tug of war, none willing to cross and each looking for ways to have the other person cross over. Talks, compromises, negotiations… fights, rages and violence. All the cards come into play. And then comes the final card, the emotional blackmail card. The opposing party has lost no matter what side he chooses.

Emotional blackmail is the card where the superior party, in India often the parents play on the emotions of the kids:

“Get married, we are getting older”

“Study, who else will look after us,”

“Don’t go out so late, you know I can’t sleep till you’re back home’

“Don’t drink; those are not the values I brought you up with”

“Go to the temple, it’s what I have imbibed in you since you were a kid so live up to it’

Or things on the same line.

It’s my least favourite card. It is when all logic goes out the door and the decisions of the kids are then used to quantify the love for the parents.

The Indian culture has for long revered and admired parents and the society and the rich cultures and traditions that each generation brings with them. Having said that Indian culture doesn’t give space to individuality. It doesn’t cater to an individual’s freedom and the same are shunned upon and oppressed by the society and in many cases the families. Kids are either supressed and made to follow the traditional way, or they are always chastised and condemned to live in guilt for not ‘loving their families enough’ and the worst, ‘bringing shame to the families’

There are widespread cases of child marriages, suicides due to parental pressure, honour killings (though I don’t know how that one got its name, for there is absolutely no honour in killings), dowries, etc. all because we fail to realise what is good or not good for us and our families.

It is a loss-loss situation for the kid. He is either condemned to doing something he never wanted to do or he has to live with the guilt of hurting his family.

Then there are the miracles. The families that have learnt it the hard way or easy way, whichever. The ones that have recognized individuality appreciated and whole heartedly supported them. The lucky few chosen kids get to make their mistakes, learn from them, and live with their own mistakes and the best part, with the full backing of their families.

I know my rant sounds one sided. It is one sided even in my head.

And I also, know the fact, that parents only and truly love their children and want nothing but the best. But their perspectives are marred by the expectations of the society and the unwillingness to stand by their kids for something so clearly shunned by the society.

The fear of being condemned wrong by the society. Their love is marred by the opinions of a hypocritical and non-existent society.

I love my parents. I truly do. I have struggled in the past few years to cross the bridge. I think we both have. They struggle to understand my dreams and I struggle to understand their expectations. They struggle to understand my sense of freedom while I struggle to understand their clear and apparent gender bias. They struggle to understand how they brought up a daughter with dreams so different and wrong, while I struggle to understand why they wish that my brother would want my dreams.

It is a difficult struggle. It is a war at times, and it is a grudging and unwilling pact at times.

We live through it each day, will maybe one of us crosses over or give up trying to cross over. Time shall tell.

Mind and memories: Fickle friends

Our mind is quite the fickle thing. It makes our memories so perceptive and subjective. How and what we remember of a day or moment will always be different from what our companion on the said say will remember. You will not remember an uneventful walk yet you will remember that one walk when you met your old friend after ages.
I was sitting in class for a difficult Financial Management lecture, where I had after much struggle understood a theory and related concept, which I was able to apply to a given problem, yet my answer differed. Why? Because I, no, my mind had forgotten quite a basic concept.

All of us have childhood memories. Yet what we remember and what our parents will remember will always be different. Because the feelings associated with the memories are always going to be different.

I am sure my parents remember the first time I learnt to ride a bicycle. It was a moment of great pride for them. A smaller me, on my four wheeler bike riding away. I however, have no recollection of the same. I do however remember cycling and banging (yes, banging) into the compound wall and hurting myself quite badly – stitches and the works. The scar today is my moment of pride, proof that I was always the badass.

A girl in a relationship is accused of remembering things said maybe 10 months ago (or forever ago). However, she remembers things that made her feel a certain way and is holding to that feeling, the hurt, sadness, anger, happiness for an appropriate or as the case maybe inappropriate time to share. Sure, the men are left quite clueless, but that’s simply because the feelings towards that memory were quite neutral for the men! Not saying who is right, who is wrong, but isn’t it helpful to know why the memory stayed?

My mom has a fantastic memory. It has its own perks, however, none that I can think of. The unfortunate part, which I believe is for my mom is that she remembers all the bad stuff. Like a wise guy often tells me “A goalkeeper is never remembered for the goals he saves, but the ones he misses”. The not-so-great stuff about her life and all the feelings regarding that memory will compound and rollerball into something bigger than it is. Its quite unfortunate that a memory or many memories make her the person she is today – happy or sad.

I guess what I am trying to say is that perception to a situation results in a feeling to a situation, which then results in a memory and makes us. (I am so tempted to put the statement into an equation.) And over time as we keep revisiting the memory, our perception and feelings towards it change. And then we change.

Mind is a fickle thing. It tricks us into being happy and sad people. Proud or ashamed people. Content or discontent people.

Memories are not reliable. They shall fade and all that will be left will be the feeling that will linger and bother you.

And on this sullen note,

Je t’aime,

Madd Hatter

>:P

Madd Hatters backpacking dreams

We always think we have enough time. Enough time to follow our dreams. We are just 20; we have the whole life to follow our dreams.

Then 20 turns to 21… 21 to 25… and you’re left wishing… if only I had done that.

I am turning 21 in a couple of weeks. I have a bucket list. And I keep telling myself I am a step closer to it. Every day I convince myself I am closer to it. But the truth is I am not. Every day that I am not living my dream, am a day further from being happy. Maybe I am being cynical. Maybe I am being overtly expectant of myself.

But the truth is there are 20 year olds out there jumping off cliffs, deep sea diving, watching a sunset, watching a sunrise, walking the beach, trekking up a mountain every damn day of their life. And they are doing it, some because they were born into a family of means. And then there are some, who are doing it all, because they chose to. Because they spent an entire year working their ass off, and then take that perfect 15 day break, with money they earn and enjoy the trip and literally live every moment, before they go back to the monotony of work whilst looking forward to the next holiday.

I don’t want the five star hotels or the big Jacuzzis. Sure they are fun once in a while. But they aren’t as good as crashing at a stranger’s house and meeting new people, or sleeping in the barn or under the stars. Shit I am talking like I have lived it all. I haven’t. I want to.

But I wish I had the guts or the ability to save enough to pack up a bag and leave. And run.

I have a wish-list of 25 places I want to visit. Apart from the things I want to do. So even if I start of visiting each place a year, I will be 45 by the time I am nearing completion of the wish-list. That’s old. And that’s if I start now.

Honestly, a part of me just wants to run. And be alone with the world and nature and everything else that there is to offer. I wish I had the guts to that. I wish I had the guts to do it alone, because I know I want to. There’s independence and certain fearlessness in doing things by yourself. Travelling by yourself. It’s so liberating, and strengthening. And requires courage.  Nothing can break you if you can travel alone and I firmly believe that.

As I turn 21, I wish for enough courage to take a trip by myself once in a while. And not have to depend on anyone. I am gonna wish to meet new people on my travels. Fall in love with people, places and do it all alone.

This 21^st birthday, I am gonna wish for courage to be alone.

 

Love,

Madd Hatter. >:P

Madd Hatters needs peace of mind!

Long time no words from Madd Hatters hat eh? Its been a busy time... Or rather there are only so many days you can use that excuse... So here I am! Back with words, memories and place.

You know each day goes by, and you think it was the same, yet everyday seems a little different from yesterday? A little further away from the people gone, a little closer to people there. A new memory to recollect, a new lesson to remember. Time goes so fast, and yet so slow.

I have had days, where my mind is overflowing. Too much in my head. All at once. And its in these moments that I have fallen in love. With the beach. In the morning or late evening.. Its my place of peace. My thoughts stop, my mind empties. Am a free bird at the beach.

The Juhu beach in Mumbai, to be very honest is not always clean, so no it doesnt have the clean, blue water. And yet, there's something about the beach. Maybe the easy accessibility, maybe the feel of sand in my feet. Maybe the sight of the endless albeit not blue ocean before me. Maybe sun going down in the horizon, maybe the beautiful moon overhead. Maybe the waves slashing at my feet, maybe the sight of waves meeting from a distance. Theres just something about them.

I have been to the beach too many times. I have lost count. Would you believe it I go to the beach at least once in a week? And I am yet to be bored? Maybe its my escape mechanism. Hell, why maybe, I know it is. But so what?

After all, I have some of my favourite memories on the beach, talking, walking, singing, dancing (yes dancing, just once but <3!) or sometimes just sitting. Alone and with people. I have walked and sat at the beach for hours by myself. And not felt like leaving.

I leave the world behind, and its just that moment, with someone or myself that matters. Time has stopped. Serenity. That moment. Its magic. Each of my moments at the beach, have been a new me. Each connection made at the beach. I cant put into words, the feelings felt.

There's just something magical about the beach. Or maybe its just a matter of my perspective. Its my place of peace and memories, so whats yours?

Headed to the beach already!

Ciao!

Love,

Madd Hatter >:D

Madd Hatters crusade for reason!

So what is your reason you wake up every morning? Whats the inspiration to keep you going? Whats the reason you shake yourself off that beautiful dream and put your foot into harsh reality? What keeps you up during a messy day? Whats the one thought, desire that makes it all worth it?

I was always curious about what kept people going. Its so different for so many people. Everyone. Someone does it for their better halves and special someones. Others for their folks and family. And yet someone else idea reason can be something as simple as a round of beer with friends. Some might find peace in a book, a walk by the sunset, cup of coffee by the sea.

You know what keeps me going? The dream. The ideal life. Thats what keeps me going every day. Every day I get a little closer to it. It keeps me going. Everytime I a little down, I probe my mind and for that perfect little picture and it all seems better. (Okay, I am lying. I create a ruckus, some drama, some tears and then probe my mind... But I get there! :P)

So whats yours? The one thing that you must must have? The thought that gets a smile to your face? Dont have one yet?

Time to figure it out buddies. Life is to short to live it without dreams. Life is too short to not have any broken dreams. Life is to short to take each day as it comes. There will not always be tomorrow. And you dont want to look back and think, 'I never did that'.

Its never too late to start, but its never too early. The sooner you start, the more time you have to get there, and the more time to live it. Push yourself to your limits, grow, reach for more. Dont stagnate. Dont wait. There may not be tomorrow.

So whats your reason? Do share in the comments.

This festive season, be inspired. :)

Happy Diwali people!! Have a Madd Madd diwali!! :D

Love,

Madd Hatter.
>:P

Madd Hatter shares a lesson.

I always prided myself on being a good talker. Orator rather. I talked with confidence, my language was good enough, and most of the time, I knew what I was talking about. However, in the past 2 months, as I work with an MNC (as a CA Article to all those wondering how old am I to already be working! :P) realised that I am not. I am a debater. Not a talker, not a conversationalist.

My senior had a very interesting remark to give me on my feedback. He said something that will stay with me for quite some time. "There are a 10000 people working in this company. That means 10000 different point of views. And 10000 different egos that you can hurt. Because everyone has an ego whether they admit it or not. So when you are talking to people you have to know how to talk to them to get your work done" Those were his exact wise words, amongst others.

A lot of us unconsciously know about this fact. Yet realisation is an entirely different thing from knowing. And I have realised how unsuitable my way of talking is. And I am sure a lot of you people out there who know me will agree to that fact.  Each one of us has a distinct way of talking. We talk in a certain manner - polite, soft, to-the point, not too much, brash, aggressive. And we talk differently with different sets of people, unconsciously.  Obviously the people we are comfortable with see our best and worse sides more often than others. People we don't like so much we don't talk much. People at work we talk differently.

What I mean to say is, that talking is an art that one learns or needs to learn when you are working as a professional. We need to consciously be able diversify the people you work with, your clients, your clients clients, and many other such diversifications. And we need to be able to hold a conversation with each one of them differently. Because we have different needs from each one of them.

Some of us, are blessed with that skill. Some of us need to nurture it. learn it. So be it, that has never stopped us from achieving our goals has it? J

Very interesting isn't it? Ah! The things you learn in a professional environment. Makes you rethink your own potentials and set a higher benchmark.

A lot of CA's out there in their articleships will have thoughts on this. As will others working as interns. Please do give me your feedbacks, I look forward to them.

And I know this very off topic but what the hell, right? Tell me what you think  about my off the topic topics too!  :D

Look forward to writing more often for the few readers I have! :P

A Bien Tot (See you soon)

Love,

Madd Hatter >:P

Madd Hatter hopes to inspire...

Amongst my blogging and writing skills (even if I say so myself) I write poems. I know I promised you a section of blogs on Mumbai, and I will standby it, but that doesn't mean, I cant foray into something else right? So here is one of my own favourite poems... I hope it inspires...

Don't Break Yet

Just when you think its over,
Just when you feel this is it,
Just when you think,
That no it cant get worse,
It does,
But don't break yet,
People you love and trust will go,
People who loved and trusted you will have to go,
You will hurt and be hurt,
But don't break yet,
You will lose sense of what's right what's wrong,
Of who is hurting and who is faking,
Who cares and who won't ever,
But don't break yet,
Because you are getting inly what you can handle,
every person who left, will bring two,
Who will stay,
Every person who doesn't love,
Will bring two who will,
So don't break yet,
There's a miracle waiting to happen.

Please feel free to criticise and appreciate. Also, do tell me your favourite line.

Here's to a stronger you.

Love,
Madd Hatter.
>:P

Madd Hatter's Vengeance.

Disclaimer : This is not a part of my series about Mumbai. Forgive and bear with me. Also, I dont wish to hurt anyone's sentiments. These are my own personal opinions.

We all know how Indians feel about weddings. Indian weddings are loud, colourful, humungous, and expensive. I have never liked weddings very much, though that might have something to do with the fact that in the past 5 years I have attended 6 weddings in my so-called 'Close family' and so, now I am utterly annoyed and irritated. And what better way to get my vengeance than by blabbering about weddings on my blog! *evil Barney laugh*

Before I start of my long-list of complaints, here is a Guide to attending an Indian Wedding (Reception Guide) :

1. Whose wedding is it?
This is one of the most crucial questions you need to ask yourself because you need to know how long you are supposed to hang out at the wedding so that you can gorge on the food before leaving.
If you are someone who knows the bride or groom’s father or mother (or is a relative of a relative) because you are in the same business, building, friend circle, you just need to greet them, sit for 5 minutes, eat and bounce. See, the bride and groom don’t know you and really couldn’t care less.
If you are someone whom the bride and groom personally know but not all that too well, you have to go to the stage and wish them, which takes 30 minutes on a good day and an hour on a bad day. Then you can eat and bounce.
If you are ‘close family’ I pity you. Sure you meet your relatives and cousins and family, but how much can you really talk to them? Unless of course, you are the typical Indian woman. No offense ladies, but our woman can talk (Read: gossip) to anyone, anywhere about anything under the sky. True story. Otherwise, you are doomed to be bored, hungry (because you cant eat before the guests) and tired (because you are left standing) till the end of the ‘party’ because you are close family.
2. What to eat?
Well, Marwari weddings have an assortment of food. And they have starter and drinks going around for the guests. Am not so sure about the other weddings. Is it the same people? Do let me know.
So if you are a relative’s relative, well, gorge. No one knows you and no one really cares. So eat to your fill. The starters are usually delicious and my personal favorite. And eat all you can at the buffet, its free food. And delicious. And no one is watching. Word of wise: Have a light lunch, so you can make most of the buffet.
If you are a relative and know some people, well, its not that bad for you. You are talking to someone, and you really want to have that starter, well, in that case, you just nod to what they are saying and pray harder that the server comes to your corner with that platter. Then you get to take one bite. Even if it maybe delicious, I generally advise don’t go for the 2^nd bite in the same platter. Makes you across as a foodie, and even though its not a secret its advisable to keep it to yourself, really.
Or you can pretend to look for someone and ‘bump’ into the server and have 2, maybe even 3 bites of that food.
The buffet, well, feel free. You can enjoy that one too, because all the people you know will be doing the same. 2 helpings is the maximum unless the group you are eating with mutually agrees to go for a 3^rd round.
If you are ‘close family’ then sad for you, because you are left greeting so many people you really don’t have a chance to eat those starters. You generally miss out on one or two starters. Because how can you eat food while you are talking to your guests? Which is mainly for them?
And since the reception gets over at around 12, you really don’t have that much if an appetite. But the food area is empty and there is generally something you really want to eat, so you get to enjoy that.
3. When to get there?
Again, if you are a relatives relative 1 to 2 hours after the time as given in the greeting card. You really don’t want to come in early and seem like a wannabe, and miss out on the food. Plus, if you come in later, you get an excuse to leave early, because its getting late! (In case someone asks)
Someone who knows the family, well, 1 hour late is okay. You are going to have to stay for 2 hours at least so you don’t want to get home too late.
Close family, 1 hour before time and leaves 1 hour after the time. Sorry, but such are the perks of being a close family.
4. What to wear?
This is mainly for the ladies and the girls since the men have a set theme.
A relative’s relative, must wear traditional, simple not over-dressed. You don’t want to look like close family. That’s embarrassing and spot-light stealing.
Close friends, dress up well. You are going to have to think about what to wear a week prior to the wedding date. But the good news is you don’t have to borrow stuff! You can wear your own stuff, because no one will remember what you wore.
Close family…. Oohh trouble. You have to all your sister and bhabhis to ask for that oh-so-pretty sari, and get the blouse altered and find the right jewellery, and the right footwear. Oh the sorrows! And then on the D-Day you lament to your husbands or better half’s about how you have nothing wear, even though you have 10 sari’s that you have worn only once each.
And the same for the girls. You are forbidden to repeat your dresses if you are close family. They have seen your dresses, so buy or borrow, but you have to wear something new, even though it might not fit you all that well.
And yes you can lament too, about how you have nothing to wear.

So this is a huuugggeee guide to an Indian wedding.  You see my point yet?

Allow me to tell you. They are a waste of time, money, food. Total, utter waste.
In the name of tradition, we waste so many resources which could have been put to better use. Why is a family’s reputation associated with the amount of money spent on the wedding? Why not with the people that form the part of the family? Why is it so important to have a big, grand wedding? What do you want to prove?

Indian weddings are no longer a tradition. They are now a burden on the families. They are an expense. They are a status-symbol.
And you know what’s worse? By the end of it, the bride and groom are forgotten. They are just an excuse. And sure they are treated as the prince and princess, but in reality they are just the face of the family for the night.

Give me one good reason to have such a huge wedding. Really.

You want to give blessings to the couple-call, text, drop-by.

You want to meet your family, have a family dinner!

The grander the wedding the more blessings the couple is supposed to have earned. That’s what my parents tell me and I am like “What the ****!” Because at the wedding, no one really wants to wish that couple. It might be a reason sure. But the main motive is sure as hell not that.

Status, Good and free food, or a chance to dress up and show off. Those are the motives. And then somewhere down the line maybe blessing the couple.

And you know what the cherry on top of this black, bitter cake is? It’s the fact that there will be so many of you guests who will eat and enjoy the wedding and then after leaving, complain about the provisions. Its really a sad state of affairs. You actually complaint about the free food and amazing service you got? “There were only 2 desserts, oh the Pizza wasn’t good, The drinks were so bitter” I mean really?? What gives you the right??

The amount of money spent on the caterer, venue, dresses, jewellery, gifts could easily buy the bride and groom a house in Mumbai. And the wastage of food, can feed so many people!

If I have my way, and I really wish I do, I want a smaller ceremony. Like a tiny ceremony. And I definitely don’t want the others I don’t invite to be offended. If they want to wish me, call please! I would love that more than anything.

I hope I got my point across about these weddings. And I really hope we can see a change around about the same.

Sigh..

On this hard-hitting note, This is Madd Hatter signing off.

Will be back with my series on Mumbai, I promise.

Love,

Madd Hatter.

>:P

P.S. Its long I know, but I hope you read it through.

Madd Hatter has a good day!

When you have the right company, you can have an amazing day.

Yes, finally I found company for my outing. Dint have to do it alone. An old friend agreed (albeit reluctantly! :P) to meet me and give me company. And it turned out to be a surprisingly amazing outing.

I have always loved Bandra and its atmosphere for some reason. I believe, it is well-planned and has some really amazing places to eat, hang-out, shop (more on that later!:D). For me, Bandra has also held a never-ending list of memories, each special in its own way.

So when I wanted to put up my next blog I knew it had to be out a place in Bandra. And one of my favourite spots over there is.... Candies!

Candies is a little cafe/restaurant in Bandra. And as unusual as the name may sound, its ambience in amazing and the place is great. Its a 3 storey cafe of sorts. Each floor opens to a new atmoshphere . The ground floor, is a tad crowded, not so well-lit and has the food counters. The 2nd floor is a more private place with a patisserie in a nook. And the 3rd floor, my favourite is a terrace of sorts. Its an amazing feeling, and you have to see it to believe it.

We ordered a cheese tomato sandwich, a potato chop and 2 coolers-Wild Berry Iced Tea and Bombay Blues. The food was good, fresh and new. The coolers though are my favourite there. Though that may have something to do with the heat, they are refreshing and well, tasty, unlike some coolers that don't seem to have enough flavours. And it doesn't burn a whole into your pocket either.

But what I look for in any place and I found here, is new memories to make. I have been here twice before, and each memory is amazing. Today too, my dear old friend was an amazing company, so thank you for a new memory.

So anyone of you out there looking for a place to go, hang out, even by yourself, or with friends, Candies is the place to be at. Even if you are looking for a place to take your special someone, this place should definitely be considered. I know I would love it! :D

I hope this new blog post acts as yet another enlightenment in my conquest to lead the Mumbaikars to discovering places about their very own city. :D

A special mention to 2 other school friends one of whom I met after 4 years-it was a delight to see you. You made my day even better.

Unfortunately, I have no enticing chocolates to offer this time, but I hope I have got you hooked on enough to read my next blog! :D

Till then,

Ciao,

Love,

Madd Hatter. >:P

Madd Hatter goes blogging!

Hey people! My first blog and I am nervous as hell! My palms are sweaty and fear is perspiring my head and... well no, just kidding. None  of the above is happening. But I am sure as hell excited! I knew i wanted to write stuff since I was very young. Always had been a Potter fan (Why had been? Still am! *Proud*) And then inspired by J.K Rowling and Potter I wrote my first story! I must have been  11. Yes my first story was when I was 11! Still very proud of it, for it was certainly imaginative, even though I say so myself. I have been writing since and I am addicted to you. *swoons to music in head*

So what should my first blog be about? (I mean, people will lose interest, if I talk too much about myself too soon!) I wanted to write about this cool eatery that is here ay Marine Drive, and I am dying to find a chance to go there. If time permits, hopefully this weekend. (Read : If I am not too lazy after a week of work, hopefully this weekend.) So I am going to take this chance to talk about what my first series of blogs are going to be about. One word - Mumbai! Yes Yes, I know. "Mumbai? Really? I mean we know all that's there to know about Mumbai!" Yet some how I don't agree. If my hopes are placed right, most people reading this blog will have stayed in Mumbai at some point in their life. The buzz and the noise, the city lights and traffic, the food and fashion, the clothes and the women! We are all aware of every little detail that sets Mumbai apart from its peers. So what's gonna be new about my blog?

Well, I hope to bring to you, or make an attempt to bring to you the joys of Mumbai. I will talk about the places I visit in this lovely town, memories I may have with people in my life. And  if you have been to these, please comment and share, I would love to know. But if you haven't, I hope my blog inspires you to visit them and make your own memories!

Since you already have a clue about what my next blog is going to be about, the surprise element is, quite gone. So why don't we have a little 'Guess The Place' session? Comment on what you think this place is. I promise to get you chocolates (I personally think they are the best gifts ever, you can't possibly go wrong with them) if you get it right, and if ever meet you walking on the street or at some sleazy bar (Just kidding, I will be in disguise and will refuse to acknowledge you * straight face*). And if you don't, well, I will have another place to check out!

Hope you enjoyed my blog, and I have you hooked enough to read into my blog once in awhile!

Happy reading!

Ciao!

Madd Hatter

>:P

Madd Hatter's Saturday Tragedy!

I cant believe how careless I can be sometimes! Its surprising and hugely annoying! Its a bad start to a long-awaited weekend!

I had planned a swim during the weekend. And so when the day arrived, I woke up at 7, with 6 hours of sleep under the belt and prepared for the swim with utter precision. I live in the suburbs, while the club I am a member in is in town, so its a long journey and I was looking forward to it. (The Mumbai trains in the morning have a calming effect on me!). And so the journey began, and I managed to see an episode of Supernatural on my way here. And then when I prepared to get down... voila! I remember that  I have forgotten my membership card at home! Such stupidity on my part! And well, the security was very un-helpful if I may say so. But then again they are doing their job.

So here I am at Queens Necklace, in the warmth of the morning sun, writing out my tragedy. (Lesson learnt.) Queens necklace is pleasant too you know? Just not the same as Nariman Point, but nevertheless, its calming. You can hear the waves crash at the beach, and it sure is amazing! People are walking and cycling and its definitely a good place to be! Quick trivia : The Queens Necklace, also Marine Drive, is known so because at night when the street lights are on it looks like a bejewelled necklace and is a sight to behold.

Its not such a bad start, now that I come to think of it! And yet, the feeling of the 'The Swim" that dint happen eats me. Ah, well! Such is life!

One thing I learnt today, sometimes while trying to get the small things right, we lose focus about the big and the important things don't we? (Ah, yes! Meet the philosophical me!)

Anyway,  here's an important tip for back-packers and potential back-packers... Make a list of things you need!! Or buy a Remembral if you can find one! (Make that 2, I need one too!:P) You don't want to leave for an excited trip only to realise that you forgot  your camera or your books (Yes they are must for me if I am travelling!), and well, end up fretting over it for the rest of the trip and/or end up spending money on things that you wouldn't have needed had you been a little more careful!

 I will put up a blog about this place within the next week. But till then if we have any players for 'Guess The Place' -Hit Me! :P. Clue : Its one of the most prestigious swim clubs of Mumbai! This time I will give out chocolates of your choice to you! :D

So let today's blog be a lesson to all, 'don't forget what you have, and remember what you don't!' My blessings shall be with you on any journey that you may plan to undertake! :P

Looking forward to a better Saturday (Fingers crossed!)

Till then readers,

Ciao!

Madd Hatter

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P.S A thanks to all the people who have come back to me with feedback, and a special thanks to Siddhart and Setu who have been extremely helpful!

Madd Hatter does it alone!!

Yes, finally. After a long wait eh? But I promised my readers the place at Marine Drive and so here I am... In the middle of an exam week, at a restaurant, typing out my review after having lunch by myself. (Stupid friends!) Oh! The things I do for my readers!

Okay, enough with the suspense. I promised chocolates to the people who would get it right, and not surprisingly, everyone who read it has come asking me for chocolates, whether they have gotten the place right or no! (Greedy Bitches! :P) But to those who are still guessing... Its Pizza By The Bay! :D

I saw this joint the first time when I came for my first day at work. Yes, I work, don't look so shocked! :P And it had been on my mind ever since. Then after I put up my last blog, I knew I had to come visit this place, if not for me, at least for the continuity of my blog! So I threw my laziness and excuses aside and finally came, albeit by myself.

Have you ever tried doing things by yourself? It's pretty cool, and most importantly, you find yourself. Like really. Its a feeling of being alone yet not lonely! :D

The place is facing Marine Drive, its blistering outside and yet I couldn't be happier. I mean travelling in the Mumbai locals in this climate is no joke. But the place is totally worth it. its a cosy place, with sitting arrangements on the outside as well as an air-conditioned place inside. I suggest you take a place outside, if you enjoy the city noise and lights. No, its not hot even at 3, like I thought it would be.

I came in from college, a little nervous I will admit. it's not every day you go for lunch alone! I took my place, placed my order, and sat calmly.The food is decent. I am a fan of pizza, sure (I mean who isn't?), but somehow never quite like the Dominoes pizzas. They just don't appeal to me. And this pizza was something like the Dominoes pizza's. (No, Dominoes fans please don't kill me yet!) So yes, I guess the pizza was good! And the iced tea with it was a relief in this heat!

But it's the ambience that dragged me here and its totally worth it. It's beautiful, and even though the city noises buzz around, its surprisingly calm. I can see the sea, and trust me, its serene. And as I wait here alone, I couldn't be more me.

I always find the people of Mumbai fascinating. Everyone has a story to tell. Everyone is walking with a purpose, reason or with a dream. I can see Marine Drive here, and I see couples, friends, loners and workers. And it's amazing for the writer in me, to think how each of them have a story! So as I sit here and see Mumbai's life pass by, I feel goooddd!!

So this is the place to be, you know? With friends, family or alone. It's worth your time. And your money too. Though my wallet is lighter considerably. It's a place worth visiting if you live in Mumbai. Maybe not the place on your list if you are only visiting. (There are other places that will reflect Mumbai better, more on that later!)

So come one, come all, Pizza By The Bay, awaits you all! (No, they didn't pay me to write that. I wish. *dreamy expression*)

That's all for now, my dear readers! Hope you enjoyed this little review,  and input into what makes Mumbai the city it is. And I hope you read it to the end. No cheating, please! :P

Sorry no clue about my next blog, cause I am pretty clueless too! :P

Au Revoir for now,

Love,

Madd Hatter.
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P.S. Thanks for all the feedback positive and negative alike! I hope to have more feedback coming my way soon!