Luxury Re-defined: The Lalit, Stay Experience of a Lifetime

It was the 1st of January,this year, when I received a phone call from a long lost school friend. Hearing from your old pals is liberating to say the least. I was hoping it would be just a new year wishes call, which would supposedly lead us winding in a brewery,  reminiscing “The Days of our Lives“.

As a matter of fact, it turned out to be something much more important. My childhood buddy was getting hitched this month !!! Like seriously, but when, how, why ?? To be honest, it was more of shock and awe then happiness, which soon started to sink in. In a semi-happy and semi-shaky voice, he said, “I have very little time time of bachelorhood left. It’s all planned for 28th Jan in The Lalit, Mumbai. Hoping to catch our whole gang there.”


The gang reunited, not physically at one location tough, but via a conference call on skype, discussing how to help with wedding arrangements and logistics and all, but the reality kicked in when we realized that with over 50,000 sq. ft. of luxurious banquet hall, The Lalit, Andheri, Mumbai, is one of the most coveted venues in the city. The 8,100 sq. ft. pillar-less Majestic Ballroom with its plush vibrant carpeting, high ceilings and regal dark-wood doors makes it a complete package in itself. When we evaluated the venue and arrangement which Team Lalit offered, we realized that there was hardly any value, which we naive 25 year old’s could have added.


Forum’s wood-paneled, pillared room is great for weddings, conferences or breakaway sessions, while the Royal & Regal Rooms are more suited to smaller private functions. The vivid artwork and decorative chandeliers add the aesthetic touch to the otherwise 5- star room, equipped with the most modern facilities. The gals of the gang were awe-stuck to hear that sangeet ceremony would be held by the poolside with cocktails on a lovely winter evening. 


The best part about choosing The Lalit, as venue was that it is situated at just 10 minutes walk to the Mumbai airport, so none of the out-station guests had any worries of loosing their whereabouts in excess human supply of Mumbai. This deluxe 5-star luxury hotel not only offered a wide range of superior amenities, it even provided for a pick and drop limousine service from airport to hotel. Apart from family-friendly facilities, with room layouts and services for both large and small families, the stay included unlimited access to a kids pool and supervised child care/activities. During their entire stay duration at The Lalit, guests can dine at Baluchi and a drink at Beluga. Eateries at the hotel include Delicatessen and Trendz.

This was our first experience at such a luxurious wedding, all courtesy the amazing ambiance and facilities we had during our stay. Though we lost a good friend to a charming young woman, this year, we wish him best for his new innings in this game of life. Have a happy and prosperous life, my friend. Kudos !!!

  • I am blogging about my luxury stay experience for an activity at BlogAdda in association with MakeMyTrip.
  • Let me know in the comment section, if you too plan on getting married soon. I would love to pay my last respects to your bachelorhood  😛
  • Recommended Read:  The Audacity of Hope
  • Song of the day : Blowin’ in the wind
  • Tchao !!!

(Serendipity) : My entry for the Get Published contest

How frequently does it happen that you wake up at 11 for a 10:30 am bus and still manage to catch it, hardly in these overcrowded chaises brimming with detest full creatures, you ever find a space to fit your ass in. But when you lucky enough to manage both on the same day, you know it’s a manifestation of escape from tedium, you know its one of those days when everything around you presages something remarkable.

 It was in this commotion that a fragrantly smelling cuddle some “F”( 20 or 22 perhaps), with enigmatic blue eyes, killer curves, and a smile cute enough to make snow-white  jealous, entered through the front door and all of a sudden the entire chaos was pacified, the multitude was lost in her smooth untangled hair and She was the object of desire for every single “M” in the compartment. “Meenu“-the key chain on the lustrous shopping bag read.

Coming back to the senses, after being lost to that smell that was made ubiquitous by her entry, i returned back to the third quarter of book in my hand, which i was resolute to complete. A few minutes passed, Irwing Wallace was compelling enough to make me immerse back in his work of fiction. Aroma still filled the surroundings, but the thoughts of the charming lady were gone, mesmerized first by the book, then by that work of art and then again by the piece of literature in my hand, i was happy with the beginning of the day. I plugged in my ipod, disentangled the wire and tuned to the playlist that read favorites.

“Do you mind if I sit here”.

“Excuse me…. I am talking to you. Can’t you reply me back….”

Shocked, flabbergasted and fascinated at the same time i looked up from 10th last page of “The Almighty” and realized that the faint voice mixing with the Adele was of the pretty lady smelling  lily.

Mesmerized, i looked in her eyes, sparkling emerald they were.

“Are you going to Shimla ?” asked the amorous damsel.

“Yes…yeah. You too ?” I replied excitedly.

“I couldn’t get the train ticket due to my brother’s laziness. I tell you he is such a pathetic person, i can’t rely on anything done in time by him. I was to leave with our “famous five” girl gang yesterday and now i am not just a whole day late but stuck in this moron filled bus.” the loquacious voice uttered.

“Do you mind if i sit here” ?

It was simply a matter of sheer luck that the seat adjacent to me was the only one unoccupied.I knew from the beginning that today wasn’t like the every other day. It wasn’t the beginning of always but of something new and better which was going to be cherished for long.

Partly enchanted and partly overjoyed i told the verbose “F 20-22” that it would be a pleasure to have her as a company for the journey. Have i mentioned she smelled “Lilies”. 🙂


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This is my entry for the HarperCollins–IndiBlogger Get Published contest, which is run with inputs from Yashodhara Lal and HarperCollins India.

The Moon and Sixpence

” The world is hard and cruel. We are here none knows why, and we go none knows whither. We must be very humble. We must see the beauty of quietness. We must go through life so inconspicuously that Fate does not notice us. And let us seek the love of simple, ignorant people. Their ignorance is better than all our knowledge. Let us be silent, content in our little corner, meek and gentle like them. That is the wisdom of life.”

 Finishing this masterpiece by Maugham was never a cinch. Montage of human emotions, dialectic of the plot and the jargon floundered its completion. Title of the book inspired from the quote “Like so many young men he was so busy yearning for the moon that he never saw the sixpence at his feet ” clearly portrays the Strickland’s dilemma of choosing among the emotionally attachment to his better half(sixpence) or to leave her and pursue a life of pure aesthetic elegance       ( The moon).

Told episodically, with a saga of  events revolving around Strickland, Maugham presents an insight in the heart and soul of  the main character (Strickland) and his transformation towards a callous existence. The inspiration of the story was Paul Gauguin, the originator of the primitive art. The novel presents an eccentric point of view that reflects those moments of  non- prejudicial thinking where a genius transients his short term goals for an epoch. Loosing the ability to be sentient and eschewing of panache are described as the presage for such an elevation of mind. Maugham makes an exquisite illusory comparison of shedding of the leaves for a distant spring , in this regard.  

The book follows Strickland and his work from France to Tahiti, where the story ends. Strickland’s unwillingness to compromise for his pursuit of art is implausible.Living in penury, denigrated by the society with a proof of his existence nearly effaced, he starts abashing anyone and everyone who tries to come close to him, which includes his purveyors and even those whom he beseech. 

Like every other classic, it too presents the entry of a mellifluous young charming lady who leaving her equanimity becomes his minion and her own personality becomes a vile minuscule existence. 

The book ends with the note  Sometimes people carry to such perfection the mask they have assumed that in due course they actually become the person they seem “. 


# It was my 2nd classic.

# Incase you have read it, F. Scott Fitzgerald is the next author in the series.

# In a period of last 2 months, i have read a lot. A lot of Book reviews are on their way.

#If nobody spoke unless he had something to say, the human race would very soon lose the use of speech. – The Painted Veil

# And I have nothing to say  😛

#Song of the day – You are Beautiful – James Blunt

#Tchao !!!!

Change– The only Constant

Home… if heaven exists on earth, then it is here…it is here…it is here.

No fear, No compulsion, No Panic, No Worries, No Pains…

Cause there resides a woman on whose lap you can still sleep forgetting all your troubles. Cause there exist a super-man, a hero who is always there to protect you from the evils.  It’s a place which still surrounds those teenagers you once traded pokemon cards with; the very same one from where flashing lights on the highway are visible, even now.

There still exists that park in the neighborhood with the very  same swings you once rolled on (though my favorite one is broken now…yet, never mind :P), that tree at the street end also remains intact and same remains the taste of that guava that still hangs there.

The game of “hide and seek” remains the same, its only the players who have changed. The innocence on the faces remains the same, though some of those faces have changed.

Yes, it’s ain’t a question anymore. Things are changing, so are people and probably so am I. The more you want to avoid this change, the more it returns to you. At times, it becomes really difficult to analyze that whether this change is good or bad… But, one thing’s for sure, that this change is the only constant.

There is no point in forcing people to remain when their heart has already left. It may take many people away from you but at the same time it rewards you with many new once too. Probably, this is how it was suppose to end or probably it is a new start. It all depends on the viewpoint.


Same are the issues to fight on, it’s only the people that changes….

Butterflies in the garden remain the same, the flowers they dwell upon changes…

Smile at the evening stroll remains the same, walking sticks are the once which changes…

Books in the library may remain the same, it’s the readers who changes…

The trumpet of victory remains the same, people who blow them changes…

Cricket remains the same, playing 11 is what changes…

Same are the issues to fight on, it’s only the people that changes….


  • The post is written for indiblogger’s Time to change contest.
  • Song of the day: The burden is mine… alone by Green Carnation
  • Lie to me: Season 1 over, wish I would got other too. Never mind, Fringe’s next.
  • @Koi(My wordpress theme owner) – You are soon going to witness world’s best CSS. Yes, i have nearly learnt it.
  • Second last line of the post clearly shows that World Cup has restored my interest in cricket.
  • Evs Project trip was a real fun. Three idiots vali scooty, Udaipur ka kila, flyover par cycle stunt, Low floor bus, Sunsan Melange…. Credits: Siddhatha Ghai. P.S: I still don’t have what was needed. 😛
  • If you are free now-a-days then try messing up with your boot loader, it’ll teach that grub rescue doesn’t work the way terminal does + how to make a bootable pendrive , + in case you have a super-mom like me then it can also lead to some nice cookery lessons. 😉 😉
  • Tchao !!!!!

The Bliss Of Loneliness…


This one is yet another guest post.                                                               

Written by —  Suyash Varma                                  

Sitting listlessly at the city centre bus stop, waiting for my bus back home, I was constantly arguing with myself that loneliness is a far better company than any friends or relatives. And I do not say this as a personal opinion or preference. Instead, I have been forced to arrive at this conclusion after a series of observations from those little but queer incidents that happen so very often to most of us, but are seldom given any attention.


Recently, I came across this page on facebook, called, “Let’s toss a coin; Heads – you’re mine; Tails – I’m yours!!”….. Precisely! It would have been so comfortable if life were this easy actually too. Alas! Some things are easier said than done. But, somehow, my mind twisted this quote to suit it to real life (and to this blog too!). I know that some of you might not appreciate my interpretation but if you address these lines to “loneliness,” you will see that you have breathed life and meaning to this innocent quotation. Whether it’s heads, or it’s tails, you will always have loneliness to accompany you if no one else. Isn’t it?



At times, I am surprised at my ignorance. There’s this loneliness which has always been with me whether I am with one or with many. It’s silent when I have with me one or more of you to give me company and it is vocal when I am all alone. But, it’s always there. So, coming back to my ignorance; there’s this loneliness which has always been with me and knows all my future plans and secrets and likes and dislikes and what not! And there’s me at the other end of good sense, who chews time and hesitates to decide who his best companion is whenever asked by anyone!


To some, loneliness is nothing but a state of mind, which comes and goes like gusts of winds. Whereas, for some others, it is so sharp a feeling that it gets to them even in a crowd. For such folks, and the remaining too, here’s something to think over:  


It’s such an ironical fact that when you find yourself lonely, you are not the only one… and yet you are THE only one… so very alone.


Love you, loneliness, till I find someone better…


Bon jour folks!!


I took the good times, I’ll take the bad once too…

“Certaily there are Good and Bad times, but our mood changes more often than our Fortune”

 Past one week , I would say was not that gud to me… Without anyone’s genuine mistake, my laptop’s hard disk got crashed, tried nearly every single computer repair shop in the town to get the data recovered, moving from shop to shop in the blazing sun, but all efforts in vain. In the whole process I even ended up breaking my new cellphone too and even got a bit bruised.

 Every one said,what was the need for that , how important that data could have been, probably you could recover everything from friends when you reach the college…To all such consoling statements made to me, I replied by just nodding the head a bit and   giving them that fake little smile…

But inside it was like a gust of emotions flowing –those of self-regret, negativity, a lot of pessimism and by lot, I meant really quite a lot, it was like I didn’t received any call for 3 days, not even spoken to family , expressed my anger of god knows what, on many well-wishers .

But the hell why??

 What that damn I have lost… probably a 80 Gb movie collection many of which were not even worth watching, some 10-12 Gb of hindi and English songs which probably I  never even listened…( In the end it was only those 20 odd songs only I ended up with every time)… those series of naruto and deathnote… Some documents, project reports, presentations (They also would come back, thanks to gmail’s sent items), though there were some personal pics which are permanently gone but yet the felling I am having now is worse than it should have been…

 I have always been careless throughout my teens, i have broken a lot many things before, and by now, I am addicted to loosing, breaking and ruining up things but this time particularly i am feeling really hurt as if being dumped in a relationship.

Time heals all the wounds, but mine is just a bruise…yet its not getting healed has left me wondering, what name I should give to such a strange feeling…. any suggestions????



 PS:  I would be blogging with something more interesting than this soon.

PS:  No offences meant, all your comments are still welcomed…