Raj Bhavans of Bombay

Raj Bhavans of Bombay

Many Mumbaikars as well as visitors to Mumbai have not visited a charming but grand colonial bungalow in a very scenic location, in the midst of flora and fauna, and surrounded by the sea on three sides. Yes, that’s Mumbai’s Raj Bhavan and it is open to visitors who need to take an early morning guided tour to see around this beautiful property.

The present Raj Bhavan, the official residence of the Governor of Maharashtra is situated at Malabar point, the tip of the Malabar Hill gradient. But in the last 355 years of Mumbai’s history, this is the fourth location on which the Governor’s residence stands.

When Humphrey Cooke became the first governor of the islands of Bombay in 1665, there was no residence officially marked for use by the governor. There existed a Government House which the Portuguese called the Manor House, but in 1665 this building was in a bad shape having been burnt down earlier by the Dutch and the British when they invaded the Portuguese held islands of Bombaim. Subsequently, this building, situated behind the Asiatic Society building in Fort was repaired, fortified and renamed Bombay Castle. It became the official residence of the English Governors of Bombay from 1674 onwards.

In 1757, the government of the day purchased John Spencer’s House at Apollo Street (now Bombay Samachar Marg) for use by the Governor, and renamed it New House. With the passage of time, as Bombay began to grow and the heart of the city, Fort became congested, Governor William Hornby preferring  “the climes at the occasional hot weather residence at Parell”, shifted residence there. However, the administration continued to function from New House for a few more decades before shifting to Parel. New House still stands, now occupied by many commercial firms, making it one of the oldest standing buildings in Mumbai.

In 1827, the Government House during the tenure of Sir John Malcolm moved entirely to Parel. This grand colonial building surrounded by gardens in the peace and quiet of an idyllic ‘suburb’ of Bombay was aptly called Sans Pareil, meaning without peer or beyond compare. It was indeed a grand mansion where “melody and mellifluous voices filled the Durbar Hall during gala evenings when china and crystal would glitter under the chandeliers in the Banquet Hall”. Many memorable events in Bombay’s colonial history took place at Sans Pareil. It was here that Governor Jonathan Duncan held a banquet in 1804 to launch The Literary Society of Bombay which is now known as the Asiatic Society.  It was in this building that the future King-Emperor Edward VII and the last Czar of Russia, Nicholas II were entertained when they visited Bombay. Sadly, with the mills coming up in and around Parel in the second half of the 19th century and the resultant rise in pollution, this place was abandoned in 1882 after the wife of Governor Lord James Fergusson died here of cholera. Like New House in Fort, the Government House at Parel still stands and is now known to us as the Haffkine’s Institute.

Governor Sir Richard Temple initiated the formal transfer of the Government House from Parel to Malabar Point. Marine Villa, the building that housed the early residence and office of the Governor stood on a fifty-acre property laced by beach and forest. Over the years many more structures were added to make it into a formidable administrative complex from where British Governors held sway over large swathes of Western India known as the Bombay Presidency.

Upon independence, Government House was renamed Raj Bhavan. The Raj Bhavan serves not only as a residence to the Governor of Maharashtra but also for visiting dignitaries such as the Prime Minister and the President of India, as well as visiting heads of state. Momentous occasions such as swearing-in ceremonies and functions felicitating litterateurs and artists are also held here.

The Mumbai Raj Bhavan has a precious collection of beautiful carpets, paintings, exquisitely carved doors and elegant French style chairs and sofas with intricate portraits on them, and is a treat to the lovers of art and history.

Most significantly, Mumbai’s Raj Bhavan at Malabar Point breathes a century and a half of history making it a must-visit destination for all wanting to know more about our city.

The Mumbai Local

Due to the Coronavirus pandemic suburban trains in Mumbai, generally called Locals, are not in service for general commuters. A few daily services though are run for those working in government departments or in essential services. And indeed, without this lifeline, Mumbai has come to a standstill. These Locals are an integral part of every Mumbaikar’s life, and though some do not use it themselves, they too depend on it. Think of it, the milkman, the newspaperwalla, the dabbawallas, our servants and others on whom we depend, rely on this untiring and reliable electric workhorse, just as generations before us have. Before the first electric Local was run on 3rd February 1925 between Victoria Terminus and Coorla, local services were operated using steam locomotives, as seen in the picture below. Originally the local services on the Bombay Baroda and Central India Railway or BB&CI (now known as Western Railway) operated up to Colaba. With the closing of the Colaba Railway Station in 1930 the mainline services were terminated at the newly built Bombay Central terminus, whilst the suburban services extended up to Churchgate. Coming back to electrification, the electric local trains, known as Electric Multiple Units or EMUs, first began with the use of 1500V DC traction in 1925. Nearly 90 years later the entire suburban network of WR and CR was converted to the more efficient 25000V AC traction in line with that used in the rest of the country. Initially, each EMU rake consisted of 4 carriages. Later, as passengers increased, the number of carriages or cars was increased to 6, then 9 and 12, with a few trains running with 15 cars. Now over 7.6 million passengers are ferried daily by Western, Central, Harbour and Trans-Harbour suburban trains making it the busiest network in the world! And this network continues to expand as the Mumbai Metropolitan Region keeps growing. And so, till the Locals do not function on a regular basis, as they did before 22nd March, the pulse of Mumbai’s heartbeat will not be the same.

Bombay Talkies

BOMBAY TALKIES

With the advent of sound in movies, i.e. talkies, in the late 1920s, the stage had been set for the move from "silent to sound" in India. And in 1931 India's first talkie Alam Ara was produced by Imperial Movietone, a partnership firm of Ardeshir Irani and the three Rangwala brothers. In contrast, Himansu Rai set up Bombay Talkies as a Limited Company with eminent denizens of Bombay as its board of directors, and a professional set up in line with international film studios, making it unique amongst Indian film companies of those days. It also had the backing of financial institutions and paid out dividends to its shareholders from the third year of its incorporation in 1934.

Besides Himansu Rai, the studio boasted of star actress Devika Rani and ace German director, Franz Osten as well as several foreign technicians. Soon after it’s founding the studio gave its first hit, Achhut Kanya in 1936. This was followed by two more, Kangan in 1939 and Bandhan in 1940. These three hits also set a laboratory assistant of Bombay Talkies, Ashok Kumar to stardom. It also launched the career of two women, Leela Chitnis as an actress and Khursheed Minocher-Homji as Bollywood’s first and only Parsi music director who went by the name Saraswati Devi. Tragedy king Dilip Kumar too was first cast in a Bombay Talkies production, Jwar Bhata. And, Mehmood and Madhubala also got a break here.

But if there is one movie that Bombay Talkies will always be remembered for, it is the 1943 release Kismet. A fast-paced movie about two separated brothers going on “different paths”, ultimately to be reunited, was a major hit that ran for 3 consecutive years in a Calcutta theater! The song, Aaj Himalay Ki Choti Se penned by Pradeep, a disguised call to the British to quit India, found instant appeal amongst audiences.

Sadly for the studio, after the death of Himansu Rai in 1940, it was split into two production groups owing to differences between the people at the helm. And what would have been India’s answer to the major Hollywood studios like Warner Bros., United Artists, MGM, etc., eventually went defunct in 1953, before its last film Baadbaan was released a year later.

The global pandemic and the Hydroxychloroquine link to India

The shipment in April 2020 of Hydroxychloroquine from India to the US, Brazil, Spain, Germany and other countries brings to mind the story of its connection with Srirangapatnam, the British Army and Gin & Tonic.

As most of us are already aware, Hydroxychloroquine has taken the world by storm due to the Coronavirus pandemic. Every newspaper and media person is talking about it, and many more countries are requesting India to supply it.

Now, a curious person might wonder how and why this chemical composition is so widely manufactured and available in India and if there is any history behind it?

Well yes, there is an interesting history behind it that goes way back to Tipu Sultan's defeat. In 1799, when the British defeated Tipu Sultan, the  Kingdom of Mysore with Srirangapatnam as its capital came under British control. For the next few days the British celebrated their victory, but within weeks many started falling sick due to malaria as Srirangapatnam was a marshy area infested with mosquitoes.

The local Indian population had over the centuries developed some self immunity whereas the British soldiers and officers who were suddenly exposed to these harsh Indian conditions started falling sick.

To overcome the mosquito menace, the British Army shifted its station from Srirangapatnam to Bangalore by establishing a cantonment there. This was a welcome change, especially due to its cool weather which the Brits were sorely missing ever since they had left the shores of Britain. But the malaria problem persisted as Bangalore too was no exception to the mosquito menace.

In 1820 French scientists Pierre Pelletier and Joseph Caventou discovered the process of extracting "Quinine" from the bark of the Chinchona tree which could be used to treat malaria. This discovery came just in time for European empires that were fast expanding into the tropical regions of the world. The British in India, who were losing men to malaria, ordered Quinine in bulk and distributed it to their soldiers who were instructed to take regular dosages so that they could build up their immunity to malaria. This was followed up in all other British settlements throughout India because every region in this country had a malaria problem to some extent.

But there was a small problem. Although many sick soldiers quickly recovered, many more soldiers who were exposed to harsh conditions of tropical India continued to fall sick, as it was later found that they were not taking the recommended dosages of Quinine. Why? Because it was very bitter!! So, by avoiding the bitter Quinine, British soldiers stationed in India were lagging on their immunity, thereby making themselves vulnerable to malaria.

That's when the British started experimenting with ways to persuade their soldiers to strictly take these dosages. During their experiments, they found that the bitter Quinine mixed with Juniper berry-based liquor turned it somewhat into a sweet concoction. This is because the molecular structure of the final solution is such that it can almost completely suppress the bitterness of Quinine.

That Juniper berry-based liquor was Gin. And the Gin mixed with Quinine was called "Gin & Tonic", which instantly became a hit among British soldiers.

The same British soldiers, who were even ready to risk their lives in the line of duty but 'feared' the bitterness of Quinine, started swearing by it daily when they mixed it with Gin. It was then the Army started issuing bottles of Gin along with "tonic water" (Quinine) as part of their monthly ration so that soldiers could themselves prepare Gin & Tonic and consume it every day to build immunity.

To cater to the growing demand for gin & other types of liquor among British soldiers, the British built several local breweries in and around Bangalore, and the liquors were supplied not only to Bangalore but to other parts of the country as well. And that's how, due to the many breweries and liquor distillation factories, Bangalore became the pub capital of India way back during the British Raj. Eventually, many of these breweries were purchased from their British owners after Indian independence by none other than Vijay Mallya's father, Vittal Mallya who then led the consortium under the group named United Breweries, with its headquarters in Bangalore.

Thus, Gin & Tonic became a popular cocktail and continues to remain a popular drink. The Quinine, which was called Tonic, started being prescribed by doctors to patients who needed a cure for fever or any infection. Whenever someone in India fell sick, he would often be advised, "Visit the doctor and get some tonic". Over time, the tonic word was so overused that it became a reference to any medicine in general. So, this is how "Tonic" became a colloquial word for "Western medicine" in India.

Over the years, Quinine was developed further into many variants and derivatives, and widely prescribed by Indian doctors. One such derivative, called Hydroxychloroquine, eventually became the standardized cure for malaria because it had relatively lesser side effects as compared to the earlier variants. It is also now the most sought after drug in the world today due to the Coronavirus pandemic.

And that's how a simple peek into the history of Hydroxychloroquine takes us back to Tipu Sultan's defeat, the mosquito menace, liquor rations, colourful cocktails, tonics, and their medicinal cures.

Hellaro

Hellaro

Once in a while comes a movie that moves you, enthrals you. Hellaro, meaning outburst, is one such movie.

This little-known Gujarati film won the Golden Lotus award for the best feature film from across languages.

Inspired by the folklore of Vrajvani village in Kutch and real-life instances of patriarchy, the movie is set in 1975 in a small, distant village in the arid Rann of Kutch. The social drama revolves around the lives of women in a highly patriarchal, casteist and superstitious society. The arrival of a new bride from town and a chance discovery of a Dhol player in the middle of the desert creates a seismic shift in the lives of these rural women. Departing from their daily mundane chore of collecting water from a distant waterbody, the women give expression to their repressed emotions through Garba, the traditional Gujarati dance form, to the beat of the Dhol.

Authenticity is the hallmark of this film. The village set-up, the clothes and the verbal, as well as the body language of the actors, gives the feel of real-life experience. It transports you 'there'. No over-the-top performances associated with Gujarati cinema here. Neither are rustic Kutchi-Gujarati dialogues a deterrent due to English subtitles.

The direction, production, and cinematography are praiseworthy. It can truly be said that the film questions patriarchy and superstition while celebrating the colours and traditions of Gujarat.

No wonder Hellaro won the National Film Award for Best Feature Film at the 66th National Film Awards making it the first Gujarati film to do so. Hellaro has also been selected as the opening film in the Indian Panorama at the 50th International Film Festival of India. 

On the whole, a thoroughly enthralling film. A must watch.

Dubai Revisted

I had written this after our return from Dubai in 2010. Since then many friends and relatives have asked me to email it to them, especially if they are planning to visit Dubai. So, I decided to put it up on my blog and share it will all those who would like to know a bit more about Dubai than its Shopping Festival, Gold Souk and Burj Khalifa.

DUBAI  REVISITED                                                                                November 2010

“The east is east and the west is west, and the twain shall not meet.”

This may be true of the times when Rudyard Kipling lived. But certainly not true today. And it certainly doesn’t apply to Dubai!  Dubai is a wondrous blend of modern western & Japanese technology and eastern enterprise & labour.

Dubai has risen virtually from a sand dune some 40 years ago to one of the most modern metropolises and free ports, not only in the Middle East but in the world as well. Much of this change has taken place in the last 15 years, with most of it happening post 2002. Built with Arab money (never mind if most of it was borrowed), British and American town planning & administration, Japanese & Korean construction & engineering, Asian labour, and above all, the vision of one man: Sheikh Mohammed bin Rashid al Makhtoum, the current Sheikh of Dubai.

Dubai of 1998, when we visited last, has totally changed. And changed for the better!

We had heard and read so much about the construction boom in Dubai, the 7 star hotel and the tallest building coming up there, that Shefali and I decided that the next destination on our trip planner would be Dubai. I had also read about its new Airport Terminal 3 which was exclusive to Emirates Airlines, so we decided that Emirates is what we would fly to Dubai.

Next, was the choice of accommodation. We decided to try out a studio apartment instead of the usual hotel room. Here I must give full credit to Google Earth for helping us choose the Grand Midwest Hotel Apartment in downtown Bur Dubai. With its proximity to the Metro station, the bus stops and the ease in hailing a cab, commuting from the Grand Midwest to any place in Dubai was quick n easy. Besides, it is very well maintained with good facilities and reasonably priced vegetarian food, if one chose not to cook.

We began our 8 day trip on Sunday, 31^st October 2010 with a delayed flight, but were thankfully in time for the desert safari scheduled that afternoon. After stopping for a photo-op at a camel farm, we headed for a Bedouin village styled desert camp where we were welcomed with tiny cups of strong Arabic black coffee and dates. But the most awaited program that night was the belly dance. Surprisingly, it was not sensual (may be because many young children come for these safaris).

The notable feature about our city tour the next day was the Serbian guide, Dejan. He not only gave us a glimpse of the city but also of its history, culture and politics. But the day wasn’t done and best was yet to come – Ski Dubai. Just imagine, snow in the desert! Akshay & I had great fun there though we did not ski. Instead we came sliding down the snow in rubber tubes & flat plastic trolleys. I was amazed to see young Emirati kids ski down the slopes like pros. Come to think of it; these kids have snow throughout the year to practice on, whilst those poor blokes in Switzerland and Austria have to make do with just 3 months of snow on the mountains! It has a 400 mts long slope with a ropeway taking skiers up to the top. Ski Dubai is in the Mall of the Emirates which is one of the largest malls in the world!

The next day, our 3^rd, we set off for Abu Dhabi. And our first stop was the breathtakingly beautiful Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque. Built using the finest of materials, be it marble from Greece and Italy, precious and semi precious stones from around the world, stunning chandeliers from Germany, endless one piece carpets, all put together by equally fine craftsmen of different nationalities, all creating a modern masterpiece. A guided tour of the mosque made the visit all the more interesting.

The next stop was Yas Island which is poised to host the 1^st FI motor race in the Emirates on 14^th of November. The Yas Marina Resort too, is a very fine Hotel only to be outdone in its opulence by the Emirates Palace Hotel in down town Abu Dhabi. This hotel is dripping in opulence. Sadly, we could not take the guided tour but were able to move around in the Hotel and have a glimpse of its suites via the  LCD displays kept in the lobby. After a  wrap of the citycovering the Corniche, the creek, the Heritage village and the Marina Mall, we headed to a friend's home for dinner. We returned to Dubai by the intercity bus that night covering a distance of about 200 kms in 1hr.45mins.

Back in Dubai, we went up the tallest building in the world, Burj Khalifa, to its viewing gallery on the 128^th floor in the world’s fastest lift, climbing at the rate of 10mts per second, reaching there in 60 seconds flat. The viewing gallery offers a 360˚view. And you can see the curvature of the earth on the horizon 9.5 kms away! We also visited the breathtakingly beautiful 7 star hotel built in the sea, the Burj Al Arab. But what we enjoyed the most was Aquaventure at the Atlantis Hotel. It brings out the child in you. We floated in flowing water in tubes, swirled in the rapids and torrents, took ‘Leaps of Faith’ and went through the shark tank. After 4½ hours of nonstop fun, though tired, we had to reluctantly drag ourselves out for lunch. The adjacent Lost Chambers and the Ambassador Lagoon are nothing to write home about. We then went around window shopping in the Atlantis Hotel, gaping wide eyed at those exclusive but very expensive branded watches, jewellery, porcelain and apparels. But we did some hard core shopping at Festival City, the Dubai Mall and the Mall of the Emirates.

From the Atlantis Hotel we took a return trip on the monorail which offers a wonderful overview of the Palm Jumeirah and its famed fronds. Then we spent the evening at Palm Jumeirah with our friend and enjoyed a stroll on the Jumeirah walk that night.

We went around old Dubai too: the souks, Meena Bazaar and the Museum. When I last visited the museum in 1998, history of Dubai went back to about 200 years. But recent archaeological excavations have revealed much earlier settlements. And many artefacts dating back to over 2000 years are now displayed. We also had the good fortune of visiting the Krishna Temple (Haveli) on Diwali Day. Dubai, when it comes to religious freedom, is more liberal as compared to the other six emirates.

Like Singapore, Dubai has a well integrated, modern and efficient transport system. The metro and the buses complement each other very well. There is also the very reasonably priced inter-emirate bus service. I used this to travel to Sharjah.

 Sharjah is a poor cousin of Dubai.  Yes, there are pockets of affluence but overall unimpressive. It is neither as clean nor as modern as Dubai. Sharjah too has its own creek, museum & cultural centre, souks and Qannat al Qasaba, its hotspot.  As accommodation is cheaper in Sharjah, many people stay there and work in Dubai.

Our 8 day stay in the UAE afforded us the time to visit friends. We met up with our friends over lunch and dinner. It afforded us an opportunity to see homes in Dubai and the lifestyles of people living there. However, there is a vast difference between the lifestyles of the expat and the Emirati Arab.  With a very low native population of 950,000 in the entire UAE, most of whom stay in Abu Dhabi, Dubai and Sharjah, the government cares for them from cradle to grave. Education and healthcare are virtually free, generous grants for marriage & accommodation and to top it all, assured jobs with generous pay packets for those who wish to work. And for those who don’t, they can be ‘sleeping’ partners of expats wanting to do business in Dubai. How very convenient!

Our visits to Singapore and Dubai made me realise that if there is a visionary at the helm of affairs in the government, it makes such a vast difference. A small fishing settlement has grown into a modern metropolis attracting trade and tourism from the world over. Of the over 1.6 million residents of Dubai, more than 80% are expats controlling over 70% of the businesses.

Sadly, due to lack of vision in another part of the world, a global city has been ‘ruralized’.

What we saw on this trip was not just Dubai city. But Brand Dubai. And Brands are Expensive!

Those halcyon days in the Mahableshwar of yore.

Mumbai, 13 October, 2017

Those halcyon days in Mahableshwar.

As the pace of life has quickened, it has also changed the way we holiday.

When I reminisce about my childhood holidays spent at Mahableshwar I am reminded of anecdotes recounted by my parents and grandparents  as to how they enjoyed a long summer vacation at the bungalow in Mahableshwar and realised how different it was the way people enjoyed their holidays then.

First up, a summer holiday at the bungalow meant moving house for two months or more. School & college examinations would be over by mid to late March and the family would head to Mahableshwar with servants, driver and cook in tow. Leaving early in the morning in an open-air saloon with a folding hood, luggage firmly strapped to the back of the car, chrome water jugs filled with drinking water and Eagle thermos flasks brimming with piping hot tea, the journey would take 6 to 7 hours including a few stops, not only for tea, snacks and to stretch one's legs but also to let the car's engine cool down. It would be noon before the family reached the bungalow albeit covered in red dust as many roads were not metalled then. As the bungalow was fully furnished and well equipped with most of the amenities and kitchen appliances, it was not difficult to set up the place.

Once the family settled in, it was time for guests, friends and relatives along with their families to arrive. A large bungalow had place for everyone. Oh, it must have been so much fun for the children to spend time with their cousins. In the absence of television..... playing games, reading books, going on long walks and cycling was enjoyed to the fullest. Pony rides, boating in the lake and seeing magicians perform the impossible added to the bouquet of fun activities. Large open spaces with trees, shrubs and flowers meant that children could enjoy the open outdoors in activities such as picking jamoons, shetur and amboli, something that was not usually possible in the city.

Speaking of trees and shrubs, one had to be careful of snakes and scorpions. Mahableshwar, even today has thick forest cover. Besides these venomous creatures, wild animals like tiger, leopard, deer and wild boar roamed freely in the forest, and we have had one such tiger pay us a surprise visit early in the morning, in search of water. 

Coming back to the bungalow, the ladies generally busied themselves with managing the kitchen, shopping for groceries and attending to the refurbishment of household linen, if required. Not that they did not have their 'me time'. With other members of the extended family, the afternoons were spent in gossip before the siesta. Evenings meant going out with the family, and to the bazaar for shopping before returning home to a hearty meal prepared and kept warm by the cook. On birthdays and auspicious days, a visit to the temple in the bazaar or at Kshetra Mahableshwar was followed by a special meal. The daily routine was not much different from home in the city, except that the pace here was much more relaxed and the surroundings, quiet and pleasant.

Grandfather obviously couldn't spend the entire two months away from the office. So he would spend a few days with the family in Mahableshwar and then return back to Bombay, and the office. But even in Mahableshwar it was not all fun and relaxation for him. Though he too had his fill of rest and leisure in the company of family, friends and relatives, and also enrolled at the local Gymkhana for a game of tennis and bridge, there was work to be attended to. Official work relating to the bungalow and the property meant visiting the government or municipal offices, interacting with the house agent and attending to repairs, renovations and the issues raised by our gardener cum caretaker. With the joys of owning a second home come the responsibilities of maintaining it.

Work aside, he as well as my parents and relatives would love to go for a morning walk, especially to Wilson Point to catch a glimpse of the sunrise or to Babington Point which was a longer walk than Wilson. Post breakfast or afternoon tea the family would be deciding and planning where to set off, either for a walk to the lake or to a point, a garden or someplace in the vicinity for an outing; to see another place once more, and absorb the beauty nature has to offer. A late evening visit to the bazaar would mean meeting up with other bungalow owners and exchanging notes and pleasantries, and some more shopping too!

Besides the regular bazaar, there was a weekly market every Tuesday. People from neighbouring villages would come with fresh farm produce, locally made metal and clay utensils and other sundry items of interest for sale. There would be ironsmiths who would repair sigris and kitchenware and do tin plating inside brass utensils. Cobblers would sell chappals and mend old foot ware. Ground masalas and locally grown spices added a strong, pungent aroma all around. I  too have pleasant memories visiting this weekly market with my mother and grandmother.

This brings me to another, now almost forgotten bathroom utility, the wood-fired boiler. It was called the Bambaa. The Bambaa was a tall copper container with a round cavity in the center and a tap at the bottom. Firewood was inserted into this cavity which when lit would heat the water in the Bambaa. A bath with water heated in the Bamba would leave one with a light aroma of burnt wood. Sadly, along with the Bambaa,  petromax lanterns and oil lamps too have disappeared now that electricity is available on almost all the days of the week.

All in all, it was an extended period of rest, both for the mind and body. And though every summer was spent at Mahableshwar, I have never heard my parents or uncles or aunts complain of going to the same place, year after year. It was only with the onset of monsoon towards the end of May or in the beginning of June that the urge to return to Bombay would set in.

Today, in spite of having the bungalow, we as a family are not able to go together for long stays with friends and relatives as we used to. Now, with everyone making their own plans, it becomes difficult to co-ordinate. Besides, with the quickened pace of life and demanding work commitments, long annual vacations are no longer an easy option.

Today we visit different places in India and abroad and stay in luxurious hotels and resorts. We visit all touristy sites and eat at fine dining restaurants. Yet, the happiness that comes from long relaxed stays and  enjoying the simple joys in the company of family, friends and relatives elude us.

Sandip Merchant

with inputs from

Prabodh Merchant.