Service with a smile

I love going out. I love dressing up and going out to dinner, or even just getting a cup of coffee at my favourite café. I like the idea of making an occasion out of food, especially when I’m dining out. For me, it’s all about the experience – I like to visit my favourite hangouts again and again, where I’m assured of the food quality, ambience and service.

My husband, on the other hand, is the absolute opposite.


He loves to try out new places and new cuisines. Needless to say, there are a lot of disappointments when the food or service doesn’t quite turn out as expected. Of course, there are times when we stumble upon something really nice, but I’d say that’s a rarity.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m all for trying new things. It’s just that I hate it when we’ve sort of pinned all our hopes for a good evening on a particular restaurant, which then doesn’t live up to my expectations and leaves me feeling slightly unhappy. Which then gets compounded by me beginning to get annoyed that I am now unhappy (and could have been happy if only we’d gone to our favourite place), and well…, it’s a downward spiral from then on. Haha!

Yes, yes, I know I should be open to new experiences and all that. It’s just that, well… life is, life. And we must work. And do daily chores. And sometimes struggle in our lives when life throws you a curveball.

And so, when I decide to take time off from these things and spend a little quality time alone or with someone, that time MUST be well spent. There are days when that ‘quality time’ is spent at home in my PJs with Netflix and pizza (Of course! It’s from my favourite pizza place! The husband knows not to mess with my pizza).

But there are also days, when I feel like dressing up and painting my nails and putting on lipstick and going out to dinner (or brunch or coffee). On those days, it becomes imperative that I receive good service from the restaurant I’m at. If I’ve made the effort to dress up and come out to a nice restaurant, then the least I expect is that the host and servers there greet me with a smile and make me feel welcome. Service is paramount for me.

In my opinion, a city such as Gurgaon has loads of restaurants with delicious, world-class cuisines. Each restaurant is better than the other. We’re spoiled for choices. The only differentiating factor for me then becomes service.

Now I don’t mean that I want people falling over me. But a smile and greeting would be nice. You know, just let me know that you’re happy I decided to come have lunch at your place today.

You’d be surprised at how many times I’ve had bad service. I’ve been to places where the staff makes you feel as though they’re doing you a favour by letting you in to sample their fare. I can’t stand such hoity-toity places one bit.

On the other hand, I recently I visited a newly opened restaurant with Mediterranean fare. The host was polite and friendly, and so was the waiting staff. They patiently answered our questions about the unique offerings on their menu and suggested popular delicacies. And they smiled when they talked to us. A lot. Which I thought was really nice. And so, I will visit them again.

I find it so incredible that in today’s day and age when the hospitality sector has grown and evolved into the juggernaut that it is today, many restaurants have still not understood and imbibed this basic fact – good service is the key differentiator.

And it’s only good service with a smile that will lead me to prefer a friendly neighbourhood restaurant (with maybe fewer dishes on the menu) to a fancy 5-star place that is a stark reminder of how service should not be.

[Marvel fans… Did you see what I just did there? 😉 ]



It’s Friday night
And work is done
Everyone’s heading out
For some fun

I glance at my watch
It’s a quarter to eight
I’ll stick around for a bit
Then make my escape

I think to myself
I must be getting old
There used to a time
When I hated going home

I’d love to eat out
And dance the night away
Now I just rush home
At the end of the day

Home is where comfy clothes are
And I don’t care how I look
Curled up on the sofa
With coffee and a book!

Mid week musings

I like Wednesdays
They give me hope
With Friday two days away
I know I can cope!

Wednesdays are like
Half time in a match
You’re halfway through the game
And now you can relax

Wednesdays are great
To stop and take a break
Reward yourself and celebrate
With coffee and cake

The week is half over
And there’s less than half to go
So cheer up and smile
It’ll be Friday before you know!

Escape for a moment

The world gets too loud
It overwhelms me
Like a dark damp cloud

It envelops me
With doubt and despair
And I begin to wonder
Is there hope out there?

There’s so much noise
And chatter and doubt
I wish I could throw
The whole world out!

Oh wait! I can!
I can shut the door
I can turn off the noise
And sit peacefully on the floor

I take a deep breath
And everything’s calm
It’s quiet and peaceful
No cause for alarm

No deadlines knocking at my door
No meetings to rush to
No problems to be sorted out 
Nor ten thousand things to do

No, there’s nothing here
Except me and my mind
In the calm ocean of emptiness
I’ve left the craziness behind

I’m in my happy place
My mind is free as a bird
The tension is gone, I smile
I’m ready to get back to the crazy world!


I open my eyes
It’s 6 in the morning
My husband’s up
And I’m still yawning.

My blue yoga mat
In the corner sits
I close one eye
And squint at it.

That blessed thing
Is covered with dust
And my mind and body
Are going to rust.

I turn over
And glance outside
Maybe I can take
My bike for a ride.

Or maybe just
Go for a stroll
Walks are good
For heart and soul.

Who am I kidding?!
I already know
I’m going to turn over
And continue to snore!


Why can’t laundry do itself,
And fold itself and put itself away?
Why do we have to wear clothes at all?
Laundry takes up half my day!

Why do we have to ‘make the bed’,
When it’s going to get unmade anyway?
Why fluff the pillows or fold the quilt,
When it’ll be messed up again at the end of the day?

Why do we have stomachs that need to be filled,
When they’re going to get empty again?
Why does our brain remind us of pizza,
When we’ve sworn ourselves to fresh fruit and grain?!

And how I wish we didn’t have to clean
Or dust or wash a plate ever again!
Day in and day out, the same old chores
So mindless, it’s driving me insane!

Happiness is … A balcony garden!

As you can probably tell by now, if you know me personally or have read my recent blog posts, I love the spring time in Delhi. The weather is just perfect, and flowers are in full bloom everywhere I look. The sky is just the perfect shade of blue interspersed with fluffy white cotton candy clouds.

This year, I got myself a few potted plants to keep in my balcony. Little did I realise how much they’d brighten up my days!

My in-laws, who are passionate about gardening (their home balconies are full of beautifully maintained potted plants and flowers of all colours and varieties), were kind enough to give me a few plants, and the rest I picked up from a nursery nearby. But my favourite by far this year have been the lilies.

When I first brought all my potted plants home and spread them out in the living room balcony, there were yellow chrysanthemums, orange marigolds, yellow and purple pansies and a pot of little pink flowers. Then there were a few green plants like crotons and a plant that looked like a lily plant, except it was all leaves and no sign of any flowers.

I was most curious about this plant, because I was felt it was going to bring forth lilies soon, yet I wasn’t sure. I pointed it out to my husband and he suggested it might be another green plant and not necessarily a lily.

Weeks went by and I kept watering and nurturing my plants. The flowering plants were already doing well, and looked pretty. But there was no sign of any new buds on the green ‘supposedly’ lily plant.

Yet I kept nurturing it and looking for signs of flowers each morning.

Every morning I’d wake up, get out of bed and go straight to the balcony to see how my plants were doing.

And then one day, I saw this!

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I was so excited I squealed with joy, and my husband came running to see what had happened! I started doing a happy dance and pointed excitedly at the new buds that had sprung up seemingly overnight.

“I told you they were lilies!” I squealed.

Now that I knew my lilies were on their way, I couldn’t wait to see what shade of red they would be.

Every morning the first thing I’d do was step out on the balcony to see my flowers and check on the lilies.

After a couple of days, this happened!



Bright red lilies!

Believe it or not, I’d never seen red lilies before. At home we’d always had white lilies. I could hardly believe my eyes at this beautiful pop of colour!

As the days went by, my lilies grew and I’d wake up every morning to go check on them. It was a very exciting time!

And then the flowers bloomed in all their glory!






It’s been a new experience for me, growing and nurturing my plants. I loved the fact that the lilies took their own sweet time to grow, and yet when they did, their beauty was so majestic and outshone the other perennials. The joy of watching your plants grow, buds sprouting and flowers blossoming – I felt that for the first time this year. I found my very own little happy place, both in my heart and in my balcony!