Bong Vodka

How cool are these designer bottles? Designed by some very talented artists, the bottles are of Bong Vodka, made in Holland. Bong Spirit Vodka is only the first product of a new collaborative, the BONG SPIRIT COMPANY. Bong Spirit is a lifestyle that represents self-expression, individuality, with a big nod to the creative arts. It’s about hanging out, listening to your friends perform, spinning records, landing big maneuvers, meeting new people, traveling to new places, all in the name of having fun. The vodka in the bottle comes from a Dutch family that has been producing spirits in Holland for over 150 years. They had previously never distributed it outside of Holland.

Drinks @ Malabar House

So I just wrapped up another Preprocess Training batch, which consisted of 12 new trainees and I am a little concerned about their caliber. I had to eliminate two candidates because a) they weren’t putting in any effort and b) I was worried that they weren’t suitable, especially the lady. So I finished the assessments and completed my report and mailed it and just as I was completing it, Anil called me up to ask if I was game for a few drinks at Malabar House. I checked to see if I was needed and to see if I could take my weekly off today instead of last Sunday and called him back to say yes.

We agreed on meeting up at Marine Drive and he was waiting outside Coffee Beans for me. We went on his bike to Shenoys junction so that I could take some cash out of the ICICI bank ATM next to the petrol bunk at the junction. While there I saw this girl who I kept staring at, cause I knew that I have met her before. I was hoping that she would look at me and remember me because I sure couldn’t remember from where I know her! I kept trying to come into her view but she was with another girl and they were talking and it looked like a serious conversation so I didn’t want to disturb them. Oh well, she left the ATM with the other girl and then got into an auto, so that was that.

Well as usual, Anil & I went to the rooftop garden bar @ Malabar House and ordered the usual drinks – 2 brandys for him & 2 vodkas for me. We chatted about his girl problems and about Madhu and about stuff that has been happening. We had some pork, cauliflaur, fish & egg and some peanuts. The fish was the best of the lot and we ordered some more drinks too and split a bowl of soup. We ended the evening at Caravan by having an icecream cone for desert and then headed to our respective homes.

I came home and fell asleep almost instantaneously and I woke up with a bloody hangover. So I canceled my plans of going out today and enjoying the city and a little shopping and decided to stay back in and relax.

Indian Road Traffic

First read Mike Boon‘s post on Indian traffic and watch the clip that he has embedded in it. He had wanted his “one regular reader who lives in India” to give a response to that. So I obliged!

Your “one regular reader of this blog lives in India” has woken up and is going to “chime” in and explain how it works!Mike, its all about where you live and what u have there. The roads are smaller, the British left us with a bitch called bureaucracy and we fed it with steroids. The roads are really bad in some areas and the local bus, taxi & auto drivers here will find driving in a western country a piece of cake! He may even find it a bit boring.

The clip is probably taken in mid-India although I can’t be sure. Organized chaos is right! But that’s the way most cities & towns are in India. You have to learn to go with the flow. My city is terrible at times; you can wait for an hour to cross the roads and get to the other sides. We are a huge population, over-populated in a country which suddenly does not look that big compared to her citizens. Maybe we can start sending some more Indians to Canada to fill in those wide open areas, eh? And let’s start with me! I wish, lol!
So that’s it, too many people, too many bikes, scooters, cars, buses, trucks, autorickshaws, cows, dogs, cats……, is it a wonder that I don’t drive?

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