Food Review: Commissary

Let's face it-I live to eat. :-) There's nothing like a well prepared meal with friends. I usually brunch with my old neighbors from the Chastleton and I now call them the Chastleton Mafia. We usually meet up every Sunday at Java House for coffee and gossip and move on to brunch if we're in the mood.

We went to Commissary today, which is one of my favorite restaurants. I usually get the latkes with applesauce but tried something different today: the goat cheese and sundried tomato burger. I got it well done (think I'm getting old, can't do rare meat anymore) and it was perfect. A standard burger with a healthy dollop of goat cheese with chopped chives surrounded by bits of sundried tomato. A dash of brown mustard and ketchup and it was heavenly.

Highly recommended.

Book Review: Any Human Heart

I saw Any Human Heart on Masterpiece Classics last season and loved it.

I just downloaded the book onto my Kindle and love it.

It's the story of one Logan Mountstuart and his experiences throughout the 20th Century. In a nutshell, it is a sort of British Forrest Gump-Mountstuart meets famous people throughout history, the King and Mrs. Simpson, Ernest Hemingway, members of Bader-Meinhoff among many. His Oxford years are a bit boring but once he gets posted to keep an eye on the (newly abdicated and titled) Duke of Windsor and Wallis in the Bahamas, things get interesting.

There you have it, a very short and sweet book review. Highly recommended for lazy Sundays.

Back again from a long hiatus

I couldn't just sneak back into this blog, could I? I renamed it Musings from a Quiet Life, which is just about as airy-fairy as you can get. :-) Facebook and Twitter are great but, after a while, I found something missing, trying to fit everything into 140 characters. I've always wanted to write so I guess I have to start somewhere and a blog is a very good place to start (When you read you begin with ....:-))

So it's all going to be a bit of fun. I might try a daily entry but I think I'm just going to end up doing weekly postings.

Huh, I just realized that this post is exactly two years since my last entry. Strange.......

Back to India: July 10, 2009

I was super excited to be going back to India but was not looking forward to the long ass flight. I went straight to Dulles from work on the 5A and checked in 5 hours before my flight. Ouch! So I decided to try the massage bar and got a 30 minute seated massage. It was good and took away all the stress of the week and I was in a relaxed mood as I boarded my flight.
Ah! British Airways: bad food, bad movies and the zoo that is Terminal 5 at Heathrow. 7+ hours later I was walking around T5 and killed 4 hours before I boarded the flight to Bangalore. Another 10 hours of bad Zac Efron and Hannah Montana movies later, I got off the plane in namma Bengaluru.
I was greeted by airport workers wearing surgical masks and health officials took my temperature and I was processed through immigration, got my bags, cleared customs and was out of the terminal in 10 minutes. This is the most efficient airport I have seen!

We came home and had some tea and it was off to the Central Tiffin Room for dosas. Mmmmm sooo gooooddd.

After 3 long years.

I started the MBA in the Fall of 2006 and am ready to finish in two weeks. It has been tough at times but totally worth it. AMBA 605, Financial Accounting, kicked my ass into the next zip code but I passed with a decent B.

School ends June 14 and I leave for India July 10. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. I can't wait to see Agra and Fatehpur Sikri, especially after reading the Enchantress of Florence.

I love relaxing in Bangalore-the benne masala dosas, the endless cups of tea, the constant 65 degree weather, Malleswaram market with Washington apples on sale. Lol. Love it.

Back to India

Flight:	BA0119
Status:	Confirmed
From:	Heathrow (London) Terminal 5
To:	Bangalore
Depart:	Sat 11 Jul 2009, 14:10
Arrive:	Sun 12 Jul 2009, 04:15
Duration:	9hrs 35mins
Class:	World Traveller
Operated by:	British Airways

February 4-7: Florianopolis and the Mad Dash

We rented a car and Danya drove us around from beach to beach and we spent the next 2 days going to the beach, clubbing and drinking caipirinhas and caipiroskas. My favorite beaches were Praia Mole and Praia Santinho. I spent too much time in the water at Santinho and came out looking like Barney, all purple.

Praia Mole is a surfers' paradise. It is known around the world for its waves and surfers come from all over.

Praia Santinho is a calmer beach with families and stuff.

Praia Ingleses is a mix of the two and the most popular but is only accessible from downtown Floripa by public bus.


We also took two public buses to get to Praia Ingleses, which was awesome. :-)

Then came the Mad Dash. We were to fly from Floripa to Sao Paulo wait 3 hours and then fly back to the U.S. The TAM flight from Floripa left two hours late due to a rain delay so we had 30 minutes to make our flights. We ran from the domestic to the international terminal and Ed ran to United for his flight to D.C., David ran to American for his flight to Dallas, and I ran to Delta for my flight to Atlanta.

We made it with 15 minutes to spare before they closed the gate.

The next morning I was standing bleary eyed in the immigration line with passengers who got off the Mumbai flight, waiting to enter the U.S. in Atlanta.

Et notre voyage finis.

February 3, 2009: Sao Paulo and Florianopolis

I've never had to run for a flight but I did in Brazil. Anyone who knows me knows that I'm there at least 3 hours in advance-for a damn domestic flight. We thought a domestic flight from Sao Paulo to Floripa wouldn't be that bad so we got to the airport at around 12:45 for a 3:30 p.m. flight. The TAM line was packed. All flights for TAM, domestic and international, were standing in one line. It was a nightmare. We finally got up to the check-in counter at 2:55 and had just enough time to run to the gate and get on the bus to the plane. The flight to Floripa was short and I was talking to two college students going home from Sao Paulo. They told me about the beaches and the clubs and were very excited showing me their city from the window of the plane. :-)

We landed and took a cab to the Mercure. Big improvement from the Ibis. We had two aparthotels with kitchenettes and seperate bedrooms. David stayed with Danya and Ed and I shared a room. Floripa, the capital of Santa Catarina province, is a cute island city at the southern tip of Brazil, by the Argentine border. We stayed in the Centro which was close to all the clubs. The city looks like San Francisco with a bit more L.A. thrown in. We decided to rent a car the next day to go to the beaches. The first night was spent in Centro and we had a great dinner at the Pier 54 restaurant, under the Hercilio Luz bridge.
The food was great. We had Mocqueca (a fish stew)and Bacalao (grilled Cod), which was yummy. Of course, David got the best Malbec I've had- Latitude. We found that when we ordered Malbecs (from Argentina), the waiters would try to steer us towards Brazilian wines but we stood firm and had Malbecs throughout the trip. Supposedly Argentina and Brazil don't see eye to eye and the rivalry effects everything from futbol to wine. I guess it has something to do with trying to be the most powerful country in South America. The Brazilians can't stand the Argentines and the feeling is mutual. When I was in Buenos Aires, I found out that the derogatory slang for a gay man is brasilero. Go figure.
We spent a quiet evening drinking Caipirinhas in an outdoor bar straight out of the 1950s. A breezy evening, tons of limey cachaca and good friends. :-)

February 1 and 2, 2009: Sao Paulo

Notre voyage commence. The flight was good. I was pleasantly surprised by Delta's service to South America. It was on a retrofitted 767-400 with an excellent touch-screen entertainment system you'd find on a 777. I could choose from different CDs and create my own playlist. This was a huge improvement over the Delta 767 I flew from JFK to Rome in 2007. Atlanta is a madhouse. The gate next to mine was for Mumbai and I felt sad for the poor bastards waiting for the 17.5 hour flight from ATL to BOM. Yoww.
Delta did a fantastic job and is much better than goddamn United. I cringe when I think about my United flight to Buenos Aires two years ago. Ouch.
We landed in Sao Paulo and immigration was a breeze. I got my first stamp on my new biometric passport. They covered up the Liberty Bell on the visa page, though. Oh well. Customs was another story. Lines slowly snaking around to clear through ONE gate. Brazilians returning home were stopped and asked about purchases made in the States and they were arguing loudly with customs officials. I eventually got through customs and picked up a pre-paid taxi from a booth. Got to the hotel and checked in. English is not widely spoken so I tried French, this being the Ibis-a French chain. Nope. Solamente Portuguese. Well, I used broken Spanish and hand signage to check in. The room was smaller than my little box at the Chastleton but hey, it's only $67 a night. You can't beat that. BBC World on the TV is icing on the cake.
I freshened up and met the boys in the lobby at 1230 and we went out for a snack. Fran's cafe down the street became our main hangout for the next 2 days. We went out to a club that night and had to get a drink ticket. You order a drink, get your ticket stamped, and then when you leave, you pay and show the "PAGO" stamp on the ticket on the way out. They asked me for my name to write on the ticket. I said Amit and they wrote Omet. So, for the next 6 days, I made it easier on all the bars in Brazil- I was Joao or Gilberto. :-) The club was fun with the same music there as here-Brittney, Madonna etc. Whenever I travel there is always one song I keep hearing that becomes the song of the trip. I hear it in the clubs, in the stores, on the plane there and back and all over. In Buenos Aires it was Mika's Love Today, in Rome it was Madonna's Jump. In Sao Paulo and Floripa it was Madonna's Miles Away.
We spent the next day walking around Sao Paulo and met up with Wagner, Ed's friend. He's from Sao Paulo and showed us around town and took us to this amazing Greek restaurant.
Ed, Wagner and me at the Greek Restaurant, Sao Paulo.

We then walked around town to the train station, which was built by the British. Wagner told us that in gratitude to help in fighting against Napoleon, the Brazilians gave the British contracts to build things like train stations. Interestingly, during Napoleon's romp through Europe, the King of Portugal had to flee to Rio de Janeiro and rule the Portuguese Empire (including Brazil, Goa, and Macau) from Rio.

Wagner, David and me discussing Brazilian history outside the train station.

We also found out that all museums in Sao Paulo are closed on Mondays. We went to the University of Sao Paulo on the other side of town to see an art gallery and that was closed too. So we went to the Hilton in Morumbi and walked around the shopping mall in the swanky part of town.

We then had a great dinner at a sidewalk cafe and coffee after that at Fran's cafe.

It didn't hit me till noon yesterday. Yes, I ran down the streets screaming when Obama won on election night and my friends and I hugged and cried at 11 p.m. EST. But when I went to work yesterday, I caught snippets of the festivities on the radio while I was working crowd control 8 blocks north of the Capitol. Luckily, we had some downtime just as he was about to take the oath of office and as he said "so help me God" my colleagues and I high-fived each other. It was so awesome seeing him on his first day on the job behind the desk at the Oval Office. The decisions he has made today are the right ones and things are really going to start moving along in the right direction from here on out.