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APPETITE FOR WALK

Carefree Wanderlust

By

Vikram Karve

Reflections on art Leisure and free time for my delicious foodie book Adventures APPETITE FOR WALK

LOAFING

Please tell me, dear reader: What is the definition of laziness?

Idling away the time on useless things?

Or does it mean laziness Loitering aimlessly?

Loitering! Sounds a bit derogatory, Right?

Well we can say that is wandering aimlessly – Perfectly useless time spent in a perfectly useless!

Yes Here's how I would like to define the art of loafing – spending time perfectly useless in a perfectly useless manner!

FOODWALKING

And what, dear reader, is foodwalking?

Loitering, or rather walking, in search of good food. Loitering with a purpose, wandering in search of good food – not so useless idleness!

That is what he did once – long back – in a wonderful winter day.

I loafed in Pune, I foodwalked. I spent a day in a perfectly useless perfectly useless manner – "Foodwalking in Pune."

Still I have fond nostalgic memories of that glorious day. Let me tell you about it.

A glorious day

It's a beautiful morning.

I try to sneak my house unnoticed, but I stopped Dry the piercing voice of my wife, "Where you going?"

"I do not know?" Answer the truth, and that response probably working precludes the next question is about to ask, "What time are you coming back?" because she knows it will again truthfully answer, "I do not know. "

It's true – I really do not know where to go and I have no idea when I'll be back.

"Take the phone with you," screams, but I do not mean to make myself heard and scarce and disappear as quickly as possible so that I do not want the manacles of technology to ruin my day.

Dear fellow loafer – If you want to truly enjoy life beware of the trap of technology.

It is a bright winter day. The morning sun is comforting. I feel good.

Rinse with a sense of carefree irresponsibility, I walk with a spring in my step.

Yes, I will enjoy my free time.

FREEDOM

Should I turn left?

Should turn right?

Should I cross the road and go straight ahead?

I am free.

Free to go wherever I want.

Free to enjoy my day as I want.

Yes, I have true freedom – to travel at will with no destination to reach, is not a task to complete, no deadlines.

Freedom of bread.

Aimlessly.

Timeless.

Pure Leisure.

Freedom to spend a day in a perfectly useless perfectly useless manner.

I see a bus.

"I can leave of hip and in.

"Where you going?" the bus driver asked.

"Where does this bus go?" I ask.

"Main Railway Station in Pune," he says with a curious look.

"Okay. One ticket to Pune Railway Station, I say holding out a dozen.
The driver gives me a funny look and handed me a ticket and a rupee coin.

I sit on a vacant window.

I think interesting thoughts and enjoy the view out the window.

In these travel concerns of my passion for travel who prefer to travel by bus and of course I like to walk on foot.

Driving my car on the terrible potholes, roads with heavy traffic and chaotic in the terrible traffic of Pune makes me mad, and, at my age, I dare not venture too far on my scooter, lest the earth with broken bones in the hospital or, worse, lifeless in Vaikuntha or Kailas crematoriums!

So that's what I sometimes do on these glorious trips of mine.

Just jump to the first bus that comes along and let me take it for where it goes.

Just go where life takes you.

Try it – it's fun.

The last time I landed in the center of Pune, near Shaniwar Wada.

In Mumbai, Kolkata, Chennai, Bangalore, Hyderabad and New Delhi, laziness is even more exciting, because there are so many more routes and choices trains, buses, walks, and you may chance to explore new and exotic places that many would not think to go in the normal course.

The bus arrives Pune Railway Station.

It was a good ride.

Going Nowhere

I get from the bus and admire the building stone heritage of magnificent Pune railway station.

I stay on the porch and look inside.

Trains, crowds, signs, horns, cacophony and chaos – I love the "railway" atmosphere.

The impulse, I enter, and stroll on the platform, my panoramic look around and stop occasionally to feast my eyes on an attractive object that arrests my attention.

"Want to sit? Asked a doorman.

"No," I say.

"Where you going?" pursued.

"Nowhere" I say.

"Waiting for someone," he asks, probably in anticipation of porterage.

"No," I say.

He looks for a moment and walks off with a bewildered look of sadness.

I look around.

Everyone is waiting to go somewhere, or waiting for someone.

I am waiting to go anywhere and to anyone.

So I leave the station and head for Shiv Kailash Milk Bar bang in front of Pune railway station on the other side of the road.

If you arrive at Pune by train on a hot morning, never make the mistake of heading for the auto rickshaw stand.

You'll get all stressed the interminable wait in the queue and haggling with the rickshawallas trying to fleece and against you.

Just cross the road to Shiv Kailash, sit under the shade of one of the stainless steel stools placed on the pavement, invigorate yourself with a refreshing glass of lassi (which is guaranteed to banish the depleting effects of heavy train journey) and tell the waiter to call a rickshaw from the many hanging around.

They will know that you are a current!

This is what I have been doing for so many years, during my home number, since the days Pune was called Poona. And when the Deccan Queen was the best way to travel.

ANONYMITY

Shiv Kailash serves the best lassi in Pune.

It is almost as good as Pehelwan at the end of Lanka near BHU in Varanasi.

The lassi freshly made in front of You, topped with a generous dollop of soft fresh cream.

The sumptuous fulfilling soothing lassi is thick, lip-smacking, nourishing, and gives me a feeling heavenly.

I sip slowly, savoring every mouthful, almost eating the delicious liquid after allowing my tongue wander as I watch the world go on its foreign business.

People come in a jiffy, gulp glasses of lassi through the hatch in a hurry and run, while I blissfully savor each and every drop cream delicious lassi.
Slowly Camino Camp. Past Mira College, GPO, Zero Milestone, Police Headquarters, Nehru Memorial Hall, where I cross the Moledina Road admiring the imposing Lal Deval Synagogue, and turn left, past the place imperial Dorabjee Store building that used to be once.

Now there is a large complex shopping mall and a stunning face.

Reminisce.

West End with its soda fountain and cane chairs, New Empire, all the milestones adorable gone.

Now there are modern shopping centers and places as a reference.

Brand – You know it is not so?

Landmark is elegant new music store-cum-book Pune.

Like Crossword – giving competition to the big old Manney, International, Popular, TBS and the bookshops at Appa Balwant Chowk.

I walk into Landmark.

The place is swarming with vendors and kids fashion sales.

Nobody pays any attention to me.

You may not mix well with the environment.

I realize the tremendous advantages of obscurity and the benefits of anonymity.

If I had been a successful person, rich and famous, or someone with an impressive personality, people notice me and I doubt it would have been able to enjoy carefree as abandonment.

Only non-achievers like me can truly enjoy a life of carefree irresponsibility and the joys genuine pure entertainment.

I wander around the music section of flat ground. There are no music stations where you can listen to music as if they were in Rhythm House and Planet-M in Mumbai.

So go to the library's first floor. It is spacious, well laid-out and looks impressive.

NAVIGATION

The books are arranged subject-wise, clearly visible from anywhere. There are cushioned stools to sit and browse and also two sofas well below the large windows tinted to the other side.

I start from the left.

Food, Philosophy, Self Help, Travel, Coffee Table, Erotica, Classics, Fiction, Computers, children, Indians are not writing books about every topic imaginable.

The peaceful atmosphere is so relaxing and conducive I go to my hearts content, loosing myself in that wonderful state of timelessness that I feel sometimes when I am completely immersed in doing something I love.

For the moment let reference cerebrally satiated, it is nearly three o'clock, I'm hungry, and in desperate need of gastronomic satiation.

So step ahead of Manney, West End, turn right on Main Street, cross Aurora Towers, turn right, walk past ABN Amro Bank, and turn left on Dastur Meher Road, a walk to Sarbatwala Chowk till I reach Dorabjee and Sons.

Casual dining

I dive down for Dorabjee input and look around.

The restaurant is crowded, with noisy families eagerly ranged attacks without consuming lots of food before of them.

The delicious aroma, and the sight of appetizing food, creates in me such ravenous hunger pangs quickly sit on the only empty table and order a lamb Biryani – the signature dish of Dorabjee.
As is the hallmark of authentic cuisine specialty restaurants the menu is select just one few choice dishes a single page.

There Sali, Curry, Masala and Biryani Chicken meat; Kheema, Brain, Eggs, and combinations thereof, cutlets in sauce meat, vegetables and a few dishes, for appearance's sake.

On Sundays, you can have Dhansak, perhaps on their way to the races.

Pune may have changed but heritage institutions like Dorabjee still retain the flavor of old Pune.

I spoon some Biryani in my tongue, seal my lips, close my eyes turn toward the inside of my senses with the full awareness that drinking and enjoying the unique blend of juices released by the succulent piece of mutton, bitter-sweet taste of slightly burnt crisp fried onions and tasty spicy rice.

It is superlative delicious authentic cuisine at its best.

Dorabjee lamb biryani served better heredity in Pune – no doubt. Yes, the Blue Nile and Good Luck serve Biryani is also good heritage.

The atmosphere of the place fervent and exquisite food quality is such that one eats enthusiastically, wanting with all my heart and enthusiasm, not apologetically and consciously, as one tends to do, trying to be prim and proper, in restaurants pompous.

In Dorabjee, you can enjoy every morsel of food with a burning passion.

And reach blissful satiety I realize that a well-filled stomach radiates a kind of spiritual happiness.

APPETITE FOR WALK

The ideal way to end this rich spicy food is to cool off with a Falooda.

Falooda Mastani is what is Kolhapuri Biryani Lamb.

So I walk down Sachapir Street, cross the main road and head for Badshah on East Street to down a deliciously sweet and chilled Rose flavored Real Falooda.

Then I walk down the street east to Kayani, to pick up some chocolate and walnut cookies Shrewsbury Cake. Do not forget the inimitable Papdi Wine & Cheese Biscuits.
I'm outside Kayani, wondering what to do.

Perhaps Manney and scroll down to browse some books.

If you have Landmark environment, Manney has the books!

And then maybe I can wander down Main Street admiring pretty looking things, till I'm tired and hungry.

Maybe I'll have some sandwiches, a roll and cold coffee in Marzorin. Or a Pasteur macaroni aside.

Why not a hamburger at Burger King, Pune original place of hamburger, or a Chopsuey in the East End, at the eastern end of the street?

Maybe Kathi Rolls at Olympia, Chicken Masala at George, Chana Bhatoora in Monafood, Sev Barfi at Bhavnagri, or Sizzlers Budhani wafer in place with Manneys or one more Biryani at Blue Nile near the GPO.

The possibilities are endless!

Or should I go see the movie in front of Victoria, or the West End near?

Maybe I'll skip the first bus I see and let it take me wherever it goes.

What's going to take a long walk on Laxmi Road in the heart of the city?

Or an idyll beside the river at the Bund Garden or Saras Baug, or Sambhaji Park?

Or maybe I'll just go home.

If, of course, the possibilities are truly endless!

I am free to do what I choose to do!

I can pan for the content of my heart!

To continue to spend a perfectly useless days in a perfectly useless!

Enjoy leisure time perfectly.
You can take my word for it, dear reader.

Nothing you enjoy more of laziness.

Only when you stop doing the things we have to do, and do things you enjoy doing, and you want to do to achieve more value from your time.

FIESTA DE LA VIDA

The freedom to enjoy life is the ultimate reward.

Why should you defer happiness waiting for some elusive abstract rewards?

What reward could be greater than one life enjoyed as it is lived?

If you do not find happiness as you are, where you are, here and now, they never find it.

There is always plenty in life right now to enjoy one that is determined to enjoy it.

The celebration of life is before you.

Do you have the appetite to enjoy the feast of life?

So my dear friend, discover the art of loafing, and you charge the art of living the life business.

The Art of Travel, The art of happiness, the art of eating, The Art of Living, The Art of Laziness, The Art of Leisure – all inextricably intertwined, right?

To recap: "It is only when stop doing the things we have to do, and do things you enjoy doing and we want to do, to achieve the greatest value of his time. "

Eureka Epiphany, I have it – The purpose of laziness is to get the most value from your time.

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Vikram Karve

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About the Author

VIKRAM KARVE educated at IIT Delhi, ITBHU and The Lawrence School Lovedale, is an Electronics and Communications Engineer by profession, a Human Resource and Training Manager by occupation, a Teacher by vocation, a Creative Writer by inclination and a Foodie by passion. An avid blogger, he has written a number of fiction short stories and creative non-fiction articles in magazines and journals for many years before the advent of blogging. His delicious foodie blogs have been compiled in a book “Appetite for a Stroll”. Vikram lives in Pune with his family and pet Doberman girl Sherry, with whom he takes long walks thinking creative thoughts.
Vikram’s Creative Writing Blog – http://vikramkarve.sulekha.com
Email: vikramkarve@sify.com

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