As we drove around Aarey Milk colony last evening , the pleasant weather motivated us to go all the way up to the restaurant for some tea. The cannon ball tree in the compound outside is a pretty picture . Luckily the rainfall obliged and stopped for a bit , allowing me to take a few pictures of the flowers.
As an ex-xavierite , I have such fond memories of this Irani cafe . A quick breakfast of Kheema pav and chai before we headed for lectures was a ritual then , and am sure it still is for many students even today.
The place looks almost the same as it did twenty one years ago when my music teacher took a group of us there after our practice session at Furtados.The cafe which is over a hundred years old has retained its character with its high ceiling, black bentwood chairs and checkered table cloths !
I still remember my first visit there with Mrs. Anchan. She introduced me to a pink fizzy drink that I had never tasted before – raspberry.
It was also the first time I tasted the chicken puffs there and a few of their cakes .
Then in college , it became the perfect hang out as we waited for those endless photocopies of notes and reference sheets. Bun maska , Kheema pav , cakes and parcels to carry back home in crowded trains ! When we started dating , R and I would often make our way to Metro to catch a movie and a quick stop at Kyani and Co. was a given. It has been sixteen years and we both have grown more in love with the place .
A long drive on a lazy sunday afternoon , stopping by your favourite cafe which brings back wonderful memories and being allowed to binge after months makes for an unforgettabale date !
When you can’t eat Chicken Farcha …chicken cutlet is a substitute ( But my tummy knows better …there can be NO substitute for farcha ).
Sometimes one hopes that things remain the same , naive thinking I know, but I still hope Kyani and Co. continues to charm the young and the old with its period setting and yummy goodness. Kyani and Co. always makes me happy and nostalgic and yesterday was a very special date …thank you BFF !
Most Mumbaikars would have heard of Kanheri caves in Borivali , however , the name Mandapeshwar will probably draw a blank .
Hidden in a nook near Mount Poinsur in Borivali , these 8th centruy rock-cut shrines dedicated to Lord Shiva tell a story of a tumultous past. Hindu figurines plastered over by the Portuguese to convert it into a chapel only to be again desecrated after the Portuguese were vanquished in the Battle of Bassein by the Marathas.
When the British took over , the caves once again became a centre for Christian worship and finally with the end of the colonial rule, the worhsip of Lord Shiva was restored.
The current state of the caves is pitiful. Poorly maintained , reeking neglect , the caves are a forgotten legacy . Crores of rupees designated to restore the caves to their past glory have vanished in thin air , leaving Mandapeshwar to disintegrate and gradually disappear.
Corruption, political conflicts , public apathy and an insane number of unecessary malls mushrooming in the city…..heritage doesn’t seem to stand a chance.
The Mount Mary Basilica on a hillock in Bandra , Bombay , draws devotees from across the city and country ,and is one of the few places in the city where a few moments of tranquility can be found any time of the year , any time of the day or night .
The wax offerings sold outside the church have changed over time, human figures, wax limbs and simple wax house models used to be the main attractions in the years gone by , however , there’s plenty more on offer to offer now . A model of a school , court papers , wax passports and a special offering for aspiring television actors who come to the city of dreams to try their luck! What do you think?