The Grumpy Gourmet

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The Grumpy Gourmet is a unique Old World European-style shop specializing in artisanal and imported cheeses, preservative free pastries, authentic croissants, baguettes and breads, as well as many gourmet pantry items. We also offer charcuterie and pâtés to order.

Sampling is a key part of the TGG experience. Customers are encouraged to sample the cheeses as well as a number of products on the shelves. We try to create a very interactive experience for our customers, sharing the stories about who made these products and how, as well as offering ideas on ways to use them.Tasting & awareness sessions are a regular part of the shop’s activities.

The store will be open on 1st March 2014 at Powai. Its an AC outlet with mall parking close by.

100 Heera Panna Shoping Centre, Ground Floor, A S Marg, Powai, Mumbai, Maharashtra, India 400076

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That’s What Friends Are For

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Being a photographer is easy. Just buy a good camera and you are set. But the trouble starts when you want to try and be a good photographer.

I never really worked at being an accountant. A month or so before the exams I used to go through the books and make extensive notes and that was about it. Yes I did spend a lot of time planning what to study. And boom I want to be a photographer. And suddenly I am spending hours in front the computer looking at pictures, practicing Lightroom, reading books, magazines or websites. Learning about gear, composition, light and post processing.

Trust me it’s not easy. If you are not sure about a tax law you can just talk to a consultant or look it up in a book. Easy peasy. Then you pick up a camera and suddenly you have to make a decision in 1/500th of a second. Or faster and no one to consult with.

There I was struggling with certain aspects of photography and OCD that I am I am not content to accept what people say, but must cross check. So I go this photographic forum where I often post my pictures and place my doubts. These are photographers from over the world and highly talented people with years of experience.

Suddenly I find one of them has sent me a Drop-box invite and in that box there are goodies galore. Books, pictures and guides, all to answer my questions and make my life easier. An early Christmas present and all I could say was thank you my friend.

Many of you may have noticed my Facebook post asking for female volunteers willing to model for me for a few hours. And for free. Now I am a newbie at portrait photography and I was completely blown away by the response I got despite the fact that I told everyone that I cannot guarantee decent photographs.

So how can you explain how it feels when within three days you have nine confirmed “bookings” including a male model. There are two former colleagues in this list, a few friends from Bombay and one all the way from the USA. Then there is a very elegant lady I met during my Powai Durga Puja shoot who actually amazed me when she offered to spare some time. I know how busy she is with her social, cultural and political work so I am suitably humbled.

So all I want to say through this post is that I am so happy to have so many friends who help when it matters. So again just simply thank you.

Unrequited

Unrequited love,
Chills my heart
Spilling over
Unheeded, unseen.
Yet my body
Is yours.
Every waking moment
And the silent night,
For you to use me
And throw away.
My heart
A discarded can
Of coke.
Rolls down the alley.
Heart break,
The street cat
Mewling. On
The garbage can.
Unfed. Unhappy.
Unsatisfied.

An Ode to John Doe

An ode to John Doe.
Who comes to me,
Cloaked in anonymity.
My lips, my tongue
My skin,
Are no strangers
To his touch.
Yet much;
Is left unsaid,
Unseen.
In the mingling
Of legs, arms,
body. Words
Don’t remain.
The language
Of the bed
Only reigns.
The borrowed time
Slips away.
Mr J S Doon,
Is bonding
With his family.
A stranger to me,
Again.

Reflection

Lines

Is this the end?
When there is
So much love
That still binds me
Grinds me from inside?

End with a whimper.
Slowly die of
Sheer neglect.
Just electronic mails,
Millions of bytes
Mementos of these years.

Or should there be
A conflagration
Burning everything
In its way.
When nothing matters
But; that;
Everyone should hurt.