Sachiniti

August 4, 2006

Panchgani Will Never Be The Same-No Thanks To Aamir

Filed under: personal — Kaveeta Oberoi Kaul @ 1:20 pm
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If only ..Life were one l-o-o-o-n-g vacation!

Some of my most memorable holidays have been while in Greece, Australia and believe it or not, Israel. The uniqueness of the people was fascinating. Of that ..another time.

In India, Goa heads the list. For serious fun in the sun..scramble there, without second thoughts

Another hot favourite has been Panchgani. Proximity to Mumbai, though not the sole, was a determining factor. However, what magnetically wooed us was a quaint hotel “Il Palazzo” (more…)

July 29, 2006

InCable-Out Blogger

Filed under: India n Me,opinions — Kaveeta Oberoi Kaul @ 3:15 pm
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Whats going on? Lets hazard a guess..game of chess, or worse still, a power play Bollywood style, villain vs common man? I always suspected our politicians to have serious misgivings of their heroism, not to forget their penchant for desi flicks.

But this was, lets face it, a good twist to an otherwise, drab, monotonous, predictable (more…)

Again- Banned !!

Filed under: India n Me,opinions — Kaveeta Oberoi Kaul @ 10:39 am
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For some of us in Mumbai..the holocaust hasn’t ended. I mean.. being unable to reach your very own blog is nothing short of catastrophic..a soul check..essential and recommended.The point is that some isp operator in Mumbai has for reasons, presently unknown, decided to give his operations a bad name..Or how else does one explain that we (more…)

July 17, 2006

Quest For Answers

Filed under: Mumbai — Kaveeta Oberoi Kaul @ 2:43 pm
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Once the dust settles and emotions are contained within manageable parameters, the burning desire to get at the bottom of the conundrum surfaces..the need to unravel the mystery.. To have faces, names, groups, strategies, plans exposed. (more…)

July 6, 2006

Mumbai- Memories From Another Day-26/7

Filed under: Most Read,Mumbai,personal — Kaveeta Oberoi Kaul @ 12:50 pm
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Mumbai.. Day 4th July 2006..Time 11.00 a.m..interior.. bedroom..sound of rain and winds lashing against window panes..background skies.. dark and menacing.

Kitaro playing..aroma of parathas waft in from the kitchen along with an agitated babble of arguments between the son and the maid on choice of spices, proportion of cheese, and addition of butter on insistence of son while maid confused at whether it was a preparation of parathas or pasta that was being discussed! (more…)

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