Summer's Here!!

Midnight exercise
Like most other weeks, the excitement this week started on Friday. I had been trying to meet an ex-colleague for many weeks, and we finally managed to find time on our calendars on Friday evening. We had been trying to coordinate it so that we could meet with our families, but since things weren't working out, we decided to just get together for a drink and involve the families later.

He picked a bar called Ginger Man on 36th St. for us to meet. The timing was such that I took the Waterside Plaza shuttle and got off at 42nd Street and Third Avenue. As I began to walk towards my destination, in a few blocks it became apparent that an attractive Oriental woman was following exactly the same route that I was taking -- a few feet ahead of me. We would come upon a certain intersection and I would turn left or go straight depending on which walk signal I got and it so turned out that she would take the same exact turn. She was a few steps ahead of me, and since this happened many times, I half expected her to stop and ask me why I was following her. This continued all the way to 36th St. -- almost 6 blocks south and three blocks across town -- and as I was looking down at my Blackberry to see the exact address and location of Ginger Man -- I looked up to find that she disappeared, and I was standing right in front of the bar. "Uh-Oh!" I thought to myself, "I hope she hasn't gone in here". I entered the bar expecting to find her pointing me out to the bouncer as a stalker. Thankfully, there was no sign of her and no such thing happened.

Ginger Man turned out to be a great find. Although it was just 6 PM on a Friday evening, the place was crowded enough that we didn't get any place other than standing room in a corridor. After a while, a little space opened up on one of the bars, and we got to sit on a stool and enjoyed some really nice Belgian Hoegaarden. We spent about an hour and a half, after which I headed out to meet Neil Lamba, who was back in town. Neil and I had a couple of drinks, and then since he and his friends wanted to go to Café Wha? and I wasn't in a mood to go there -- we hopped in a cab and headed downtown. They dropped me off at 25th St., and I planned to walk back to Waterside. We had driven down Broadway, and I thought it would be about four or five blocks, but it turned out to be more like eight blocks.

A long walk later, I was about half a block away from waterside, when I saw a girl and a guy carrying a heavy table between them walking up the sidewalk. They were coming right at me, and I pretended to avoid them with mock drama. They put the table down and the girl called out to me in a really plaintive voice "can you please, please help us with this table?" She was sweet (if a little chubby) and I was in a cheerful sort of mood -- and figured that this would be something interesting to experience anyway. So I got one corner of the table and off we went in the opposite direction. I looked at the guy and he was your typical graduate student -- sloppy T-shirt, fuzzy beard, and a funny hat on his head.

"How far?" I asked.

"Oh just a few blocks" she replied.

Half a block later, we ran into a tall, strapping young college kid -- and she corralled him into helping us carry the table. So here we were, a motley crew of four people, carrying this really heavy table up 25th St. They were apparently taking it to a party, and I think the college kid expected to get a free drink out of it at the end. Three or four blocks later, we made a turn on Third Avenue and by this time my arms were really aching. Thankfully, we stopped a few doors down, and then she said "now we have to figure out how to carry this up to the roof." At that point I decided I'd had enough entertainment for the evening, shook hands with all of them and left. I wonder what would've happened if I'd stayed, or gone to the party -- I'm sure it would've been fun.

King-Sized Saturday
With Saturday, our big "Lion King" day arrived. This show was at 2 PM, so we left home at around 11:30 to have lunch at an Indian restaurant close to the theater. "Minar" turned out to be a little dive of a place on 46th St., with a fairly wide, but reasonably priced buffet. A quick lunch later, we walked over Times Square, and since we had some time to kill, spent a few minutes picking out a new pair of jeans at the Levi's store. Looking very tourist-like, with Levi's bag in hand, we took our seats for a few minutes before the show was supposed to start. Dhruv got a cushion to allow him to see better, and our seats were very nice. The Minsikoff Theater was not as large as some of the other Broadway theaters I've been to, and this meant that we had an excellent view of the goings-on.

The show was fantastic -- words cannot begin to describe it -- starting from the portrayal of animals -- the giraffes in particular took the cake -- to the music, props and the overall effect, we were just blown away. One way of measuring the impact of a performance is how many times you feel a chill wind down your spine -- and I must confess that I felt a chill at least five or six times. We had been cautioned that Dhruv may get scared and not enjoy the show -- but he had such a wonderful time that I saw him clap in a way that I've never seen him clap before -- with his hands extended out above his head and a beaming smile from ear to ear. I can't be more specific without ruining the fun for those of you who haven't been yet -- but this is honestly the best three hours I have spent in a long time. We've now seen a few productions on Broadway, and Broadway productions when they are on tour (in San Francisco). A show on Broadway is a show on Broadway -- nothing comes close (even a Broadway show on tour).

Hot Sunday
On Sunday, we had scheduled a picnic in Central Park with Enthu, Charu, and their kids. We packed some veggie burgers and they were going to make sandwiches. We caught the number 6 train up, and met them at the intersection of Fifth Avenue and 72nd St. We picnicked close to the small conservatory pond where scores of young boys were trying to sail little remote controlled sailing boats on the relatively still waters. It was a really hot day -- the mercury was supposed to touch 90°, and we think it might have crossed that.

As we got to the park, Charu got a call from the pizza delivery guy (they had also ordered pizza) and as we were walking towards the rendezvous location, I ran into Amir, Anita and some of their friends. I guess New York is not such a large place after all, and neither is Central Park -- if I (a newcomer) can run into someone I know!

After lunch, we spent some time tossing a Frisbee around (and Dhruv almost beaned an old lady on the forehead -- and got what sounded like a stream of invective as a result) and the kids climbed trees. We left the park at about 3 PM, and as we were crossing Fifth Avenue, we cut across a parade of some sort that had a contingent from (when we were passing it) the Brooklyn Greek Orthodox Church. I did feel bad for their patriarch -- he was walking up Fifth Avenue in all his ceremonial black robes, in that heat.

Like they normally do on a hot and windy day when the pollen is flying around, my allergies began to act up by the evening. By the next morning, I had a full-blown attack and had to take some serious medication and sleep it off. I thought that the urban sprawl of New York would mean that there was less pollen to trigger an allergy attack and was perhaps less careful about taking my allergy medication on time. I should not take things for granted -- it's not only the Bay Area that can trigger really bad attack.

Lots of Birthdays

After 12 weeks in New York, we had begun to wonder why we were having such a different experience here, compared to our time in the Bay Area. Sandhya summed it up in one two-word phrase: Birthday Parties.

Having lived in the Bay Area for 10 years, we had a large community of good friends, and since a lot of them had had children at around the same time as we had Dhruv, we would end up spending a lot of time on weekends attending kids’ birthday parties. In New York, since our circle of friends is much smaller, we’ve had no invitations to kids’ birthdays, and consequently, we’ve had the weekends free to visit the museums, zoos, parks and the like. Until this week, that is…

Return flight snafu
But I get ahead of myself. As I mentioned earlier, I had a business trip to California, and Monday morning found me on the E train making the trek back to JFK. I arrived in the Bay Area on Monday afternoon, and plunged into work-related discussions at once. I had several meetings the next day, and since I found myself in the Fremont area in the evening, I asked Kala to pick me up and we had dinner at her place.

At her home, I tried to check in online, but couldn’t do so, because I had flown into the Bay Area on United Airlines, and my flight out was on Delta, but with a United ticket. Anyway, since I had no check-in baggage, I would have plenty of time to check in at a kiosk and board my 10:30 pm red-eye back to New York.

We left Fremont at around 9 pm, and as we were passing through Union City, Kala didn’t make a left onto Decoto Road like I expected her to…

“Left! Left!” I called out, thinking that she’d missed the turn by mistake.

“I always take the San Mateo bridge.” Kala replied. Given how much she and her husband travel, I knew better than to argue.

The San Mateo bridge always makes me nervous; the long span means that there so much more distance in which an accident can really mess things up. We were making good time, and in a few minutes, we were on Highway 92 heading westbound, when we were suddenly detoured off the Freeway onto Clawiter Road. “Road repairs,” I thought to myself “we’ll be back on the highway in a few minutes.”

Kala followed the detour signs expecting to be routed back on the freeway, but we found that the only route would take us in the opposite direction. I looked out along the freeway and saw a solid line of tail-lights in the distance. Oh-oh.

We stopped by one of the flag-men directing vehicles. “How can we get onto the San Mateo bridge?” Kala asked him.

“Didn’t you hear? A boat hit the bridge, and a big-rig overturned; the bridge has been closed indefinitely. He replied.

We quickly turned around and headed straight for the Dumbarton Bridge. We passed our old home and I looked at my watch – it was 45 minutes to my flight time – and I told Kala “Let’s forget it – there’s no way I’m going to make it.”

“No way, Gunsi,” she replied. “I’m going to get you on the flight.”

20 minutes later, believe it or not, we pulled up at the Delta terminal in San Francisco Airport. I ran inside and tried to check into a kiosk. “We are unable to check you in at this time. Please see an agent.” It said.

I rushed over to an agent, who tried pulling up my reservation. He picked up the phone and called someone. After a short conversation he looked at me: “I’m sorry sir, it’s 25 minutes before the flight, and the flight is closed.” He replied. “If you had checked in online, we would have held your seat, but since you didn’t we gave it to a standby passenger.”

My entreaties were of no use, and I called Kala and asked her to turn around and pick me up. I had important meetings in New York the next day, and I spent the drive back emailing people and having other colleagues cover for me. Kala was really guilty that she had made me miss my flight, but I tried consoling her “It was a one-in-a-million occurrence,” I said.

The only flight I could get onto without a hefty penalty was at 6:30 am the next morning, and so I spent the night tossing and turning, worrying that I wouldn’t get up on time. I had called a cab to take me to the airport, and thankfully, I had no problems in the morning.

I arrived in New York and called Sandhya. Lata Mukundan, her good college friend and our neighbor in Fremont, was arriving in New York’s Penn Station from Philadelphia, where she was spending the spring break week with her sister. I had planned to take the “E” train to New York, but decided to take the Long Island Railroad from Archer Blvd instead. That would bring me into Penn station at around the same time, and we could go home together. It worked without a hitch, and 15 minutes after boarding the train at Archer Blvd., I was pulling into Penn Station.

We took the M16 home, and I arrived by 4:30 pm. Radha and Mahesh were getting ready to leave, to go spend a few days with a friend of theirs in Connecticut. Unfortunately, because of the airline snafu, I had not spent any time with them at all. It sounded like they had had an enjoyable trip, having spent two days using the hop-on hop-off tour bus to see all the sights, and having spent a day at the Met.

Lata and her kids took up residence in the guest room that Radha and Mahesh had just vacated, ensuring the reputation of the Ganapathy-Rajan household as an “open door” was protected! That night, I suggested that Lata and Sandhya go out and sample some of New York’s night life, while I’d stay home and look after the kids. I had slept little the previous night, and looked forward to crashing early on my own bed. Unfortunately, that was not to be – Dhruv and Vishruth slept in our bed, and I ended up on the Air Bed.

Sandhya and Dhruv took them on a “Duck” tour of New York City the next day, and she left in the afternoon.

Concert surprise
It was a Thursday, and since I had been in California on Monday, I went for a make-up music lesson. Michael had given me some really difficult pieces to learn, and because of my travel, I was ill-prepared. I blundered through the lesson, and was somewhat glad when it was over. I have to be more diligent at finding time to play.

As I was getting ready to leave, he asked me “Will you be willing to play at a concert of my students? In the first week of June.”

“Why not?” I replied. . I had the Juilliard in mind, and little did I know what I was signing up for.

He brought out a Manila envelope with the programs of his previous student concerts. “Here, this child – she was 6 years old. That boy, he was seven.” Then it dawned on me. There would be a score of children between 5 and 10, and then there would be me, approaching 40!! But there was no going back, and I’m now nervous about the pieces he’s suggesting I play. Charlie Chaplin’s “Smile”, Mozart’s “Lullaby”, A Russian Folk Song by Beethoven, and “Yankee Doodle”. Except the last one, I can’t play any of them halfway properly. And I have 6 weeks to go!!

Sandhya – Birthday # 1
Sandhya turned 36 on April 18th, and given all the guests we had had this week, she didn’t want to celebrate. But we found ourselves free on Friday, and so we called Sonia and asked her if we could leave Dhruv with her. Of course she obliged, and I made reservations at Vatan, a Gujarati restaurant a few blocks away. I had eaten there a few times before, and remember a prix fixe “Thali” of really tasty Gujarati food. You also sat cross-legged in a place that was done up like a village in India, with a tree spreading its branches like the Banyan tree that’s the fixture in any Indian village.

Unfortunately, between the last time I was there and this time, they had extensively redecorated the place, and gone were low tables and mattresses on which you sat cross-legged. We were given a small table in a narrow ‘alley’ upstairs, and while the food was reasonably good, the ambience had done, and the experience was disappointing. One improvement, however, was that the servings were much smaller, and we didn’t stuff our faces like I remember doing the previous times I had been there.

Since our reservation was for 6:30 pm, we were back in Sonia’s place at 8:00. It was also Jai’s birthday, and we polished off a couple of bottles of wine in his and Sandhya’s honor. Unfortunately, he was in India, and couldn’t join us…!

Mythili – Birthday # 2
Nitu’s daughter Mythili’s first birthday was being celebrated in an Indian restaurant in Morris Plains, New Jersey, an hour’s drive away. We reserved a ZipCar, and since we were going all the way there, I had emailed Kannan and Prasanna, classmates from business school who were married to each other, and who lived in that neck of the woods. We left Waterside at around 8:45 am, and a few missed exits later, pulled in their driveway at 10:00 am. They used to live in South Africa, and their lovely suburban home was beautifully and tastefully decorated with solid furniture and African artifacts. We spent a pleasant morning drinking Chai and eating Samosas in their sunlight dining area, overlooking a little wood behind. Their son played the piano for us – he was learning the Jazz piano and was participating in a National Level competition the next day – and he was frightfully talented. I put in a shamefully inadequate performance and Kannan gamely congratulated me on doing so well after just a few weeks of lessons.

We then set off for the birthday, arriving a little before noon. The party was in full swing, and a clown was entertaining the kids. We soon saw Dhruv being chased by, or chasing, a bunch of kids, and realized that the fact that he knew nobody other than Nandini was making no difference to him.

To our pleasant surprise, I found a few people I had known before (and had lost touch with), and spent the afternoon catching up with them. I had never expected to run into people I knew, and this was a pleasant surprise.

Since we had the car till 5:00 pm, we decided to go to Nitu / Ganesh’s place for some time, before driving back across the Hudson. Dhruv wanted to ride in Nandini’s van, so Sandhya and I drove off ahead. As we were approaching Newport, we saw a long line of traffic backing up, a few miles from the Holland Tunnel. We quickly took an exit, and navigated through bumper-to-bumper traffic on city streets to Nitu’s apartment. It was almost 3:30, and I was nervous about not making it back in time. I called Zipcar, and they confirmed that Yes, I did have to return it to the same location, and No, I couldn’t extend my reservation because someone had it after me. Gulp. ZipCar’s Late fees start at $50.

I decided to drop Sandhya off and immediately hit the road to get back to Waterside. I had been using the GPS on my Blackberry and because of the handsfree laws in this part of the world, a Bluetooth headset. My cellphone battery was now down to one bar. I turned off the Bluetooth.

I soon plunged into the bumper-to-bumper traffic leading into the tunnel. I patiently waited behind a long line of traffic in the right lane (which I knew would turn into the tunnel), while traffice whizzed by in the left lane. I knew that they were probably going ahead and then cutting back into the right lane and entering the tunnel, but the law-abiding side of me refused to let me do the same thing. I crawled along, wondering when I should call ZipCar to say I wouldn’t be able to make it back in time. 4:15? 4:30? I decided that if I wasn’t inside the tunnel by 4:30, I’d call them.

At 4:25, I made the final right turn to the tunnel. As I was pulling into the EZ-Pass lane, I noticed an warning light had come on and the steering wheel had suddenly become really hard – almost immovable. I called Zipcar again – and told them what was happening. “Thank you, Sir. We’ll make sure to tell the next member” she cheerfully replied.

I drove slowly through the tunnel and got out on the other side. It was 4:35. The steering was worse. I navigated the narrow streets of SoHo, too nervous to take in the beautiful buildings in the area. The streets were crowded with tourists, most of them too busy taking photographs or taking in the scenery to notice when they had a “Walk” signal. The steering was really awful by this time. I decided that Zipcar needed to know that the car would be effectively unusable by the next member. Consequences be damned. I called then again.

“There’s this alarm light on the dash, and the steering is really hard.” I told ‘Wayne’ from ZipCar. I had the message well-honed by this time, and my battery was really low. I was also in a part of town that I didn’t know well enough for me to turn off the GPS / Maps to conserve batter. I was hoping this would get me off the hook and I wouldn’t have to return it by 5:00.

“No problem. This happens with the Mazdas,” he replied. “Just turn off the engine and start it again.”

I had just pulled up at a red light, and decided to try. Hoping that it wouldn’t fix the problem, I restarted the car. Just my luck – the light went out, and the steering was wonderfully free again. “Yes, it’s working now,” I said. “I’ve been driving slowly because of the steering and hope to make it back by 5 pm.”

“Oh, I can give you another half-hour” He said.

Whew!! What a relief that was. My drive back was trouble free after that, and I got to Waterside at around 5:10.

My cousin Murali came in from India that night, and Dhruv dodged sleeping in his own bedroom on one more night. Lata was supposed to come and spend Saturday afternoon with us, because she had a flight to catch the next morning, from JFK. However, she changed her mind and stayed on with her sister – I don’t know what we would’ve done if she’d come with her two kids – even the Air Bed might not have been enough.

Anya – Birthday # 3
On Sunday morning, Lata called from JFK airport.

“They’re asking for volunteers to take a later flight,” she told Sandhya. “Can I come and spend some time at your place and catch a flight in the evening?”

“Of course,” Sandhya replied.

We had a birthday to attend, and rushed off to the Upper East Side, hoping to back quickly so that we could spend time with Lata and the kids. To our pleasant surprise, we again met people I had known before, and despite not knowing anyone other than the hosts, we spent a pleasant morning at the birthday party. We even met someone who was Lata’s sister’s classmate at Engineering School, and who knew Lata well!

Staten Island Ferry
We got back and hustled Lata and the kids out of the house, to make the most of the few hours they had left. Given that we were seven of us (Murali, Lata, Us and three kids), we took an M15 bus down to South Ferry, to take the Staten Island Ferry out to Staten Island and back. I had figured out the right subway for her to take to get to the airport in time for her 7 pm flight.

“You have your boarding pass, don’t you?” I confirmed with Lata.

“Yes, I do.” She replied.

The bus meandered around Chinatown, and finally got us to South Ferry by 10 minutes to 4. We quickly ran inside the ferry building, and boarded the 4:00 pm Ferry outbound. I verified that there was a ferry coming immediately back – we didn’t have any margin of error and I didn’t want to be stuck on Staten Island.

The ferry ride was uneventful. We enjoyed spectacular clear and warm weather, and a lovely view of the Statue of Liberty. Best of all, the ride is free, the boat is large and comfortable, and the children had a free run of the place.

We docked back by 5:00 pm, and we walked quickly to the Broad Street subway station. I had planned for her to catch the J or Z line to Jamaica, and then the AirTraain. We shot off a quick picture in front of the NYSE and then went down the stairs to find the subway station locked. I checked a few other entrances, and they were all closed.

“Where can we enter the subway station?” I called out to the policeman on duty at the NYSE.

“The station’s closed on weekends.” he replied.

Uh-oh. Not a cab in sight, and I had no idea which way to walk. I decided to walk towards the water, figuring I’d hit FDR drive sooner or later. Thankfully, we found a cab a couple of blocks away, put Lata and the kids in, and had them off on their merry way.

We then boarded an M15 bus back to Murray Hill, where we planned to have dinner at Ali Baba, which was Zagat’s top-rated Turkish restaurant in Manhattan.

While we were on the bus, Lata called.

“I’m crossing Flatbrush Avenue,” she said “do you know how long it takes from here?”

“What does the driver say?” Sandhya asked her.

“He’s busy talking on the phone so I can’t ask him,” she replied.

I quickly pulled up Google maps and tried to find where she was. Thankfully, she seemed no more than 15 minutes from the airport. As we got off the bus, she called back to say she had arrived in time. Whew.

We had dinner and then went home. The dinner wasn’t as spectacular as we thought it would be – although we were pleasantly surprised by the number of vegetarian options they had.

The story doesn’t end there. Lata called the next morning, from Salt Lake City. It turned out that she hadn’t had a boarding pass, something that was pointed out to her when she tried to go through security. She dashed back to the counter to find a long line. She frantically searched for, and found, a supervisor, who told her it was too late. She was then put on a flight to Salt Lake City, spent the night there, and then went on to San Francisco on Monday morning.

Sandhya remarked that my “Airline Karma” was really bad this year. First we missed our US Airways connection in Charlotte. Then I had problems boarding a flight to Thailand because my passport didn’t have 6 months validity. Then I had missed my flight from SFO, and finally this. I’ve got to be more careful this year, just in case she’s right.

A low-high week

Ho-hum week

This has been a pretty normal week with nothing major to report. The quiet before the storm, perhaps – we have several friends and family visiting starting this weekend, since this is spring break in New York as well as in the Bay Area.

On Monday, I had meetings to attend in mid-town and the weather was surprisingly wet. I decided not to brave it and took cabs everywhere, and was surprised to find I generally found one pretty quickly. This has been a busy week, work-wise and almost every day I had meetings to travel to. On most occasions, I took public transit – even an Express bus once – which was quite a pleasant and comfortable experience. Google maps let me down once – I had set up a lunch meeting at a Cosi’s near Penn Station, and when I got to the address Google gave me, I found there was no restaurant there. I later realized that it was an “unverified listing” and the actual Cosi was a block away – but since I was there first, and could call the person I was meeting and redirect him, no harm was done. Turned out this was a harbinger of more serious misdirection to come.

I got back from meetings on Thursday to find the apartment full of kids – Sonia’s Daughter and Son, and Pallavi / Uday’s Daughter and Son. They had met in the Plaza, where they were all taking advantage of the excellent weather, and had decided to have an impromptu play-date. I found them all on our bed watching Madagascar 2.

Since Dhruv’s school was closed for Easter on Thursday and Friday, we decided to go to Nitu and Ganesh’s place in Newport on Thursday night. We caught an M23 across town, and then a PATH train to Newport, arriving there around 5:30 pm. Nitu and her kids were in the park (the doorman helpfully informed us) and so we headed over there and spent an hour or so watching the kids play. It was quite a change to see 70% of the kids playing there were Indian – almost made it feel like it was the Bay Area!

Lost on Friday

We spent Thursday night in Newport, and on Friday morning, I made everyone a fluffy omelet using my mother’s special trick (beat the whites separately and mix the yolk in at the end), to the general praise of everyone except my finicky son.

Ganesh was off on Friday and they planned a trip to the New Jersey State Aquarium in Camden, NJ, which Nitu said was half an hour away. I had planned to stay home and work, but since most of Wall Street was closed, I decided to take the day off. We bundled into the van around 11:30, and Ganesh began programming the GPS for our drive there.

He suddenly looked up and turned to Nitu: “Are you sure you said Camden?”

“Why? What’s the problem?”

“It’s 90 miles and 1 ½ hours away,” he replied.

Uh-oh. We didn’t fancy and three hour round trip to an aquarium that was supposed to be so-so in the first place. I pulled it up on Google maps to see where it was, and then realized it was just across the river from Philadelphia. Definitely a no-go.

Since we were all strapped into the car, we didn’t feel like giving up and going back indoors. I pulled up the address for the aquarium in the Bronx, and since that was only 20 minutes away, we decided to head there. We encountered little traffic going through the Holland Tunnel, and within a few minutes after that, found ourselves crossing the Manhattan Bridge. I took a nice picture of the Brooklyn Bridge as we went over. The going was slower through the streets of Brooklyn, but within 40-odd minutes of leaving home and a couple of wrong turns, we arrived at 8, Brooklyn Avenue, the address that Google Maps and the Honda GPS system gave us. But it was nowhere to be seen – the address was nothing but a large parking garage, and passers-by had no idea there was an aquarium in the vicinity.

Back to square one! Two iPhones and two Blackberries were put on a frantic search. I made a few calls to the numbers that Google maps suggested – and they turned out to be Aquarium supplies, or Pet Stores! We finally found that real aquarium was in Coney Island, 40 minutes away. Since the reviews Nitu read on her iPhone were mixed, we were in two minds on going there; when Dhruv complained that he was feeling nauseous, it gave us enough reason to call it quits.

We did get a chance to drive through some lovely parts of Brooklyn – Tree-lined Eastern Parkway with its broad streets, around Prospect Park (which was designed by the same person who designed Central Park, Fredrick Olmstead – legend has it that he liked this better), and then for an excellent Thai lunch at Lemongrass Grill on 7th Avenue. Since Kavi’s Brother-in-law and his wife live in Brooklyn, as we left the restaurant, I punched his address into Google Maps to see whether we were anywhere close to where they lived – and much to my surprise, I found that they were half a block away!! I called him on his cell phone to find that he was out buying groceries, and was walking back home just past where we were parked!! The coincidence was just amazing. They are the only people we know in Brooklyn, and purely by chance, here we were, lunching half a block from where they lived.

Rainy Saturday

Nitu and Ganesh’s daughter spent the night with us – her first sleepover. We were really nervous that she’d ask for her parents in the middle of the night – and the thought of taking her to New Jersey at that hour wasn’t inviting at all. Thankfully, the night passed without incident, and it looks like she quite enjoyed herself. Unfortunately, it rained most of Saturday, which meant that we had to keep the kids indoors, and entertain them with Kids Scrabble and other board games.

Since JV had left on one of his frequent trips to India, Sonia asked us whether we were interested in going to Tiffin Wallah for Chaat – to “make up for the bad experience at Sukhadia” she said. Not that we needed the excuse, we jumped at the opportunity. I made the kids a crossword puzzle to keep them entertained, but it was so easy that they finished it before we had ordered appetizers.

Dhruv, Sandhya and I regularly play Name-Place-Animal-Thing when we travel anywhere, and I engaged Sonia’s kids in that game on our drive home. I bit off a lot more than I could chew – Sonia’s daughter gave me Greek names with Q and a palindrome Icelandic city with a Q. Kids’ general knowledge these days!!

Overall, the rain made for a pretty dull Saturday. Thankfully, Sunday was the exact opposite.

Back to Bronx Zoo on Sunday

Sunday was clear and we thought it would be warm – after all, this was April. Dhruv put on his Crocs and I was just wearing a light jacket. Sandhya wore sandals without socks. We emerged from our building to find it was cold and really windy. In the interests of time, we decided not to go back, but just thrust our hands into our jackets and walked quickly. We had planned to try to take the BMX 19 express bus all the way to the Zoo, but when we reached the stop, we found that there was a half an hour before the next bus. We went by Subway instead. We went through the routine of catching a 6, changing to an express 4 at Grand Central, and then changing at 149th Street / Grand Concourse to a 2 again. However, this time, the station and the train were absolutely empty. It was Easter Sunday, but I didn’t expect such a dramatic drop in ridership.

We got off at West Farms Square / E Tremont Street with a few other white families who seemed to also be heading to the Zoo. A few minutes later, we were inside, and found that the place was quite different from the last time we were there. There were a lot more people, and peacocks wandered around everywhere. One of them posed for us in full glory as we entered. I carried my SLR with all my lenses this time, and took some nice pictures. I hope you can see this slideshow:

We first headed for the Snow Leopards, hoping that they would entertain, just as they had the previous time. Unfortunately, just one of them was in the enclosure, and he lying on a rock in the far end. He yawned lazily as he saw us, and went back to sleep. No chasing the turkeys or running up the tree this time. The polar bear was even worse. Dhruv commented on my disappointment “Oh, that’s because he’s hibernating, Appa! That’s what Polar Bears do!”

A quick side-trip to the Tiger brought more disappointment. The enclosure was really crowded, and Dhruv didn’t want to wriggle his way to the front of the glass. There wasn’t much to see either, just a single Tiger lazing around in front. Nothing like last time, when we had the whole place to ourselves, and three tigers were pacing furiously up and down.

We took a different route this time, and spent several minutes watching a Grizzly Bear in an enclosure just behind the Polar Bear. We watched as he climbed skillfully up some steep rocks, and then walked up and down the enclosure, shaking his head vigorously to get rid of a swarm of flies hovering around. I have a pair of powerful binoculars and through those, we enjoyed watching him close up in a way that was almost intimate.

The route we took this time brought us to the Reptile building. Dhruv has a new-found interest in words, and we’re enjoying watching him try to read every piece of writing he comes across. He was excited to read “Reptiles” and was keen to go in. I put on my Macro lens, and got some excellent close-up shots of a few lizards, a baby alligator, and a Turtle. We were watching the cobras when Dhruv said “I’m sure Lakshmy Patti won’t enjoy this part of the Zoo!” Lakshmy Patti is his grandmother, and she’s fond of displaying mock fear at Snakes because it always tickles him pink.

We suddenly heard a loud gasp from behind and a shrill voice shouted “What’s he doing? Is he eating the other one?” We ran over to find two Monitor lizards begin a mating ritual. I was surprised to find some prudish parents try to hustle their teenage children away from something that’s perfectly natural! I leaned over into Dhruv’s ear and made sure he knew what he was watching. We watched, fascinated, as the Male tried repeatedly to pin down the female, while she continued to move away. They separated for a while, and then later, he tried again. It was fascinating and at the same time horrifying to watch him flick his long tongue time and again on her face and eyes, and try to hold her down by pressing his front paws on her face, during this process. I took some video – and hope you can see it.

After the Reptiles, we headed over to the Butterfly enclosure. The macro lens came in handy again, and among others, I got some nice close-up shots of a Zebra Longwing sucking honey from a flower. The proboscis is clearly visible in the picture.

We had packed Sandwiches for lunch, and grabbed a bite at a picnic table near the Dancing Crane Café. It was only then that we noticed that there were a significantly number of Orthodox Jewish Families visiting the zoo that day – men and older boys dressed in their traditional clothes – hats or skull-caps, locks, and the string hanging from their waists. I wonder what occasion caused that, but never got an opportunity to ask any of them.

After lunch, we headed over to the Lion enclosure. From a distance, we could see a really impressive Lion resting on a rock in the center of the enclosure, facing us. As we watched, Dhruv tried to get him to roar by roaring himself. And to our utter surprise, a few seconds later, I thought we heard a little roar!! Dhruv was really kicked. Some kids around me started to throw sticks into the enclosure, and earned a stern admonishment from me – I was surprised their parents didn’t say or do anything to make them stop. After a while, the Lion got up and walked to one corner of the enclosure, where he was out of sight for a while – all we could see was his magnificent tail swishing around. We had all but given up and were ready to move on, when we came out and began walking back to where he had been resting earlier. And then it happened. While walking back, he let out a mighty roar – I’ve never actually heard one before, but the first one was loud, and then it degenerates into a series of softer and softer grunts. But it was undoubtedly fascinating to hear and raised an already spectacular day to new heights.

We had another intimate encounter with the Giraffes, who were indoors because of the cold. This meant that we were in room not more than 10 feet away from 5 Giraffes, including two lovely babies. A treat, indeed – once we got used to the smell.

Another high point of the visit was the visit to the Gorilla enclosure. We were too late last time, and just got to see them for a few minutes – and were determined not to let that happen this time. We were rewarded with several minutes of closely watching these magnificent, almost-human, animals from a few feet away. I got some nice close-up photographs of a pensive Gorilla – and it brought back some of my earlier doubts at viewing an animal in captivity. The sadness in those eyes, the yearning for a return to the jungles of Congo from where they came – I thought I could see it there.

After a quick run through the Madagascar enclosure, we split up and I went to see the birds of prey. I was really lucky – the Golden Eagle had just been fed, and I got to watch him daintily pick his way through a meal of what looked like a Mouse, but seemed larger. After having eaten what must be the tastiest parts, he proceeded to carefully clean his beak on a branch, and then posed for some nice pictures. Unfortunately, he was close to the wires of his cage when he was eating, and the wires ruined the pictures I took of him during his meal. A few cages down, I caught some excellent pictures of a Bald Eagle – a truly majestic bird and the National Bird of the US. He posed nicely for me, and I got some nice pictures with a light-strike in the eye – critical for a “good” picture.

We left the zoo at around 4 PM, tired but deliriously happy. Dhruv had wanted to go to Central Park in the morning, but we had convinced him to come to the Zoo – and he seemed to be happy at the end.

Radha and Mahesh – friends and neighbors from Fremont – and their kids, came home on Sunday night – they will stay with us for a few days. The Air Bed came out again, and this is going to be a hectic week – we have Lata and her two kids also staying over on Wednesday night. I’m off to California for a two-day business trip tomorrow, so Sandhya’s going to have to manage all on her own.

Wild parties, more guests and aircraft carriers

Pizza overdose and California Trip

I had to make a short trip out to California this week and departed JFK on Monday afternoon.  Sandhya said she would back some sandwiches for me to eat on the flight, but something came up and she forgot to do it.  I picked up a slice of pizza at the airport and ate it on my way to SFO.  I borrowed a friend's car and drove down to my cousin’s place in Cupertino.  Funnily, they had ordered pizza for dinner and so I went through another round of pizza there.  After my meeting the next day, my colleagues and I were looking for a place to have lunch in Mountain View, and the only place we found was an Italian restaurant.  I thought I would have pasta, but since they had large pizzas which all of us could share, my colleagues insisted on us sharing a pizza -- that was number three.  At the end of our meal, there were a few slices leftover, and since I had a flight back to New York, I packed them and carried them with me -- meal number four!  I had truly overdosed on pizza by the end of that trip.

I arrived back at JFK at close to 10 PM and decided to brave public transport instead of taking a taxi.  Unfortunately, the first air train that came by took me to the Howard Beach station, instead of Jamaica.  The Howard Beach station is only served by the 'A' line, whereas the Jamaica station is served by three lines -- E, J and Z. at the time of the evening, I had to wait for almost 25 minutes before a train came along, and I reached home only close to midnight.  Serves me right for not listening to Google maps public transit feature, which suggested going to Jamaica.

Visitors galore

On Wednesday evening, we had a good friend from Fremont, Srinivas Vijayaraghavan stop by for dinner. His Facebook status had read that he was going to be and he was wondering whether his ex-Fremont hillbillies (that would be us) would have time to meet with him.  As is her wont, Sandhya had prepared a pretty exhaustive spread and I hope Srini was happy with the reception that he got.

On Friday afternoon, Sameer Nori, a childhood friend, and his wife Ramya stopped in on their way back from Boston to Washington DC, where they live. They stayed with us through Sunday morning.

And when it rains, it pours – a friend from the Bay Area who is visiting business schools on the East Coast came home on Sunday morning – he had come in on the red-eye and it was way too early for him to drop in on any of his friends – anything before 11 AM on a Sunday morning is too early for 20-somethings. On the other hand we were up and about at 7 AM.

40th birthday party

On Friday evening, Sonia celebrated her 40th birthday, which was last week.  The do was at a really smart nightclub in the ultra-chic meatpacking district.  Sandhya and I left Dhruv with a babysitter at a friend’s place in Building 10.  They have two children who are about the same age and the three of them enjoy each other's company. 

We arrived at the nightclub at close to 9 PM, to find that the party was just getting started.  It was in a private room in the basement – a bar on one side, a and had a very cool blue hue all around.  There were a lot of beautiful women, and smartly dressed young men. A really top class DJ belted out a mix of songs from the 70s and the 80s (the sort of music all of us grew up on) and remixes of the latest Bollywood numbers.  Someone whispered that the DJ worked at a hedge fund as his day-job.

We didn't know a lot of people there, but that didn't really matter -- we made several new friends and generally let our hair down with some really vigorous dancing.  The bartender was mixing some really good mojitos (so Sandhya tells me) and everyone was in high spirits.  Close to midnight, they brought out a big cake, which Sonia cut and in true Desi style proceeded to try to smear on everybody who was within reach.

At one point in the evening, I don't know why I checked my Blackberry -- and found an e-mail that needed an urgent response.  I found a quiet corner and after banging out a response, began to take a few notes on the party so that I would remember the details when it came to writing this blog post.

"Are you working in a party?"  I suddenly heard a female voice in my ear.

"No, I'm just making notes for a post on a blog that I write each week from my experiences in New York."  I replied, looking up.  She was short, fair and quite pretty.  I had noticed her earlier but hadn't been introduced.

"You have to let me read whatever you’re writing."  She said.  "That's a New York rule.  Anybody who looks at his Black Berry in a party has to show everybody whatever is there on it."

I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.  I definitely didn't want her to read the urgent e-mail that I just replied to.

"You should read the post when it's finished."  I said.  "Give me your e-mail address, and I'll send you a link to the blog."

That seemed to mollify her -- and she gave me her e-mail address.  We then got chatting and discovered we had several friends in common.  A close shave indeed.

An active Saturday

On Saturday afternoon, we gave Sameer and Ramya a quick tour of the Met – given the time that we had, we focused on the usual suspects -- the Egyptian section and the Impressionists. However, this time, we also ventured into the Modern Art section, where I enjoyed an excellent Rockwell and lots of O’Keefe.

It was almost 3 PM by the time we finished, and I was really famished. I really felt like one of those excellent Falafel sandwiches you find at every street corner in New York. But when you need something really badly, you never find one – we walked several blocks on a cold and very windy day before we gave up and jumped into a cab. A few minutes later we were at (where else?) Kathi Roll Company in Midtown. Gluttony overtook us and we walked a few blocks North to Sukhadia‘s for Chaat, but were really disappointed in the quality.

We then took Sameer and Ramya through Times Square and then down Broadway to Herald Square. The streets were really crowded with Tourists – if it’s like this at this time of the year and in this weather, I dread to think what it will be like when school’s out and the summer’s here!!

On Saturday evening, we spoke to my parents over Skype – they are visiting a cousin in Singapore. Both Dhruv and I played the piano for them over Skype and I think they enjoyed it.

Visiting the Intrepid

On Sunday morning, after all our guests had left, we took a bus across town to visit the Intrepid Air and Space Museum. The USS Intrepid is a de-commissioned aircraft carrier anchored on the Hudson in Midtown West, and has been converted to a Museum. It saw action in World War II and Vietnam, and was also a recovery ship for some Mercury and Gemini missions. It was fascinating to stand on the deck and imagine Kamikaze planes slamming into the island (Intrepid was hit 5 times), or to imagine Gus Grissom landing on the deck and taking a call from President Kennedy after his ill-fated loss of the Mercury capsule.

Dhruv and I enjoyed sitting in an A-8 simulator and trying to land on a carrier. We came in a bit too fast, and missed the arrestor wires.

The Intrepid museum also has a Concorde parked alongside, and we walked through it for a quick peek. It is surprisingly small and cramped – a result of the need to maintain a narrow cross-section for supersonic flight.

The “Growler” – a submarine that’s part of the same complex – was undergoing renovations and closed when we visited.

I don’t know if the museum was worth the relatively steep entry ($20 each – it would have been $55 for the three of us). It was free for us because we are Bank of America customers, and under their “Museums on Us” program, entry is free on the first weekend of every month.

“Good Enough” Parenting

After the Intrepid, we caught a bus and walked to Central Park, where Dhruv spent time climbing around the rocks. Sandhya and I watched from a distance, and there were times when he was out of sight. The place was really crowded with hundreds of Children and Adults. Sandhya occasionally panicked when she couldn’t see him for an extended period of time, and I fought hard to keep from panicking. I am a big fan of what Psychotherapist Mark Epstein calls “Good Enough Parenting” – the ability to allow a child a full range of experiences to allow them to develop fully. Parents should intervene only when a child is doing something that is likely to cause serious or permanent harm. I find that as I get older, my ability to keep mind from racing (and therefore my pulse) diminishes. When Dhruv is standing close to the curb, for example -- dancing around as he often does – it takes a lot of self-control to keep myself from taking his hand and holding him firmly away from the traffic. He now knows that when a Subway is pulling into the station he has to stay at least 4 rows of tiles away from it – and he listens. But I still take his hand to make sure. I have to work harder at keeping my cool – that’s the only way he’ll develop the responsibility and judgment that will stand him in good stead as he grows up.

Falling in love with Central Park

Visit to the Doctor

Last Monday, I had to visit a Hematologist. During some routine tests, my GP had found some readings out of whack, and while he believed there wasn’t anything to worry about, he wanted a specialist to take a look and confirm. I therefore found myself at the reception desk of the NYC Cancer Center on 34th Street, at 1:45 in the afternoon. The medical assistant efficiently confirmed my information, checked me in, and handed me an appointment sheet and a file that I was to take to the Seventh Floor.

The elevator disgorged me onto a small and crowded waiting room. The place was full of people. Most of them old people. Several of them with thinning or no hair. The atmosphere in the room was thick with gloom. The nurses were curt to the point of being rude to some patients. An old lady was being berated for showing up a week early for her appointment. She looked confused, and tried to dissemble when the nurse finally came to get her: “I wanted so badly to see you that I came a week early,” she said. I felt like putting an arm around her and telling her it was okay. I must confess I began to feel some slight trepidation.

The doctor himself came for me about 35 minutes late. In a quiet voice he said “Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Ganapathy.” Dr. Moskovits was a balding, middle aged man with a dry manner. We walked back to his office, and as he was going to start, he was joined by another doctor who sat through the interview. I began to wonder, “Why does he need two doctors to confirm a routine diagnosis?” – I think I’m becoming a hypochondriac.

As the interview proceeded my anxiety only grew. The most routine question, when asked in that serious, dry, tone took on the most menacing implications. 

“Have you had any scratching or itching?” 

“No.” 

Then I pause to think. Oh, oh… “Yeah I’ve been scratching, but it’s just dryness in this cold weather. It goes away after I apply cream.” I finally get a wan smile “Yes, we have a lot of that here in this weather.”

“Have you lost weight recently?”

“Yes, but I’ve been exercising.” I pause -- I used to exercise regularly in California too. Then why have I lost seven pounds in seven weeks? “It could be because I’ve been walking a lot more than I used to in California,” I try to explain weakly.

He completes his interview, examines me in another room, orders a battery of blood tests, and asks me to call him in a week. I return to the clinic later to have my blood drawn. The tests that have been ordered seem special – the technician has to call a couple of people before he understands what’s required and how it should be entered into the computer. He then proceeds to fill about 12 to 15 vials with my blood, which doesn’t do anything to reduce my anxiety.

I spend the next one week worrying. I begin to read up my symptoms at Webmd.com and Wikipedia. That doesn't help much.

I promptly call the doctor on Monday and get his assistant. I leave a message, but don't hear back, so I call again the next day. I get the assistant again, and leave another message. The doctor finally calls me back on Tuesday evening.

"All your tests came back fine. We don't know why your platelet count is borderline." he says. "We'll test again in a few months, but there's nothing to worry about." I breathe a sigh of relief. I then read an article in a recent Newsweek where this vegan talks about how his diet makes doctors suspect cancer every few years. I'm not vegan, but that sums up what seems to have happened in this case too.

An uneventful week

The week was uneventful enough, with a few meetings around mid-town, and some friends who came home with their children on Friday evening. This friend, another classmate from business school, was a high-flying banker at one of the bulge-bracket investment banks before he got laid off recently, and he was using this time to think about his future options. There’s no doubt that we’re seeing the impact of the economic crisis in very personal ways – everywhere one looks, someone we know has been laid off. His wife is a Surgeon in the New York City hospital system and they live in a lovely apartment that they own, half a block from Central Park, a few blocks north of the Met. Truly, a dream location.

Sketching animals at the Museum of Natural History

 On Saturday, we had brunch and headed out to the Museum of Natural History. Dhruv loves drawing only a little less than he loves animals, so we packed his drawing materials and lots of paper into a backpack, and caught the M16 across town.

At the Museum, we headed straight for the African Animals exhibit, where I sketched a Buffalo, Eland, Lion, Cheetah, Leopard and Tiger. Tourists milled around us, camera in hand, not pausing to enjoy the dioramas or enjoy the scene the artist had created for them. They say many people go on vacations to photograph and videograph things so that they can see them later. A lot of people around us sure seemed that way. 

I continue to be thankful for this opportunity to spend quality time at these great museums. At lunch with a friend on Friday, a New York native, she said she was pleasantly surprised by how active we had been in the past eight weeks. As a native, she often took these things for granted, while we were living life with the assumption that our stay here was going to be limited to one year. This friend is going to India on vacation in a few weeks, and has been to the Taj a few times. I lived in Delhi for several years, and have yet to see the Taj!!

Another perspective on Central Park

After we got out of the Museum, it was a fine day, so we decided to walk to Central Park and spend some time there. We entered at around 79th street, and got a completely different perspective on the park. Central park continues to fascinate us. While the concept of a green lung in the heart of a city is not new, the way New York has done it is fantastic. On good weather days, the place is teeming with lots of people – folks walking dogs, children playing, cyclists and joggers working out a sweat…

Dhruv loves climbing the rocks in Central Park, and we watched him clamber all over one set, and enjoyed the view. The sight of the tall skyscrapers of Manhattan in the background, with a lake, trees and rock in the foreground, is really something to be experienced. I didn’t have a camera with me, but took a few grainy pictures with my Blackberry, to record the moment.

We then walked on, and came upon a small crowd of people by the side of a road. We peeked in and saw they were arranged around a jazz band, waiting for the band to resume playing. A few minutes later, the band leader shouted out to someone in the crowd, and convinced him, a random bystander, to join them on the guitar. 

The band wasn’t bad, with the leader sometimes playing two trumpets at the same time. In addition, there was an electric guitar, drum and double bass. We stayed for three or four numbers, and thoroughly enjoyed it – perhaps the setting and ambience made a normally mediocre band sound good.

We walked along towards Columbus Avenue, and on the way we came upon a couple of African Drummers doing their thing near the Sheep Meadow. Sandhya and I recently saw “The Visitor”, an Indie movie that won Richard Jenkins an Oscar nomination for his role in it. Set in Manhattan, it has this wonderful scene of 15-20 African drummers beating out a hypnotic rhythm in Central Park. These two drummers are perhaps a precursor of what’s to come in the summer, and we look forward to attending in person.

We’re beginning to understand why New Yorkers are crazy about the park, and why rents and property prices in the close vicinity of the park are so sky-high. We’ve recently been asking ourselves where we’d live if we were to move within Manhattan. While we love Waterside because there’s so much to do within our own little community, I think staying close to the park might be high on our list of criteria if we were to look for alternates.

Winding down

When we returned, Sandhya and Dhruv went to call on our Pakistani neighbors. Their Indian daughter-in-law and granddaughter were visiting from Connecticut, and Dhruv played there for a while and Sandhya made a new friend. Dhruv and I went for a short swim thereafter.

Sunday was a foggy and rainy day, so we stayed indoors. Ramesh, Charu and their kids stopped by in the afternoon, and we spent several hours playing Uno, Pictionary, and a couple of new games that they had brought. 

Continuing the celebration

Continuing music lessons

On Monday evening, Dhruv and I had our music lessons. Dhruv goes first, from 5:00 – 5:30, and I go from 5:30 – 6:30. I’m really happy with the progress that I’ve made in the last few weeks. In two lessons, I’ve mastered Beethoven’s “Ode to Joy”, playing it well with both hands. The exercise I was given this week was to learn pieces from Diabelli’s “Theme” and Tchaikovsky’s “Swan Lake”. I’m happy to report that I did have them down pat and played them smartly at the beginning of the lesson. Of course, Michael always finds ways to mess with me and burst my little bubble of confidence.

“That’s staccato. You have to play Legato,” he’ll say. And then the next time round I’ll try to concentrate on playing Legato and make mistakes.

When I have both hands working properly in unison, he’ll say, “You have to press the right foot-pedal at the beginning of each section.” And thinking about that will throw all my carefully practiced coordination into a tizzy.

He’s given me “Barcarolle,” the song of Venetian Gondoliers this week. There are two pages of music, and I’ve worked hard at getting it. I’m certainly a slow learner, but I think I’ve figured out a technique to learn a new piece of music, and that’s worked this time.

Visiting Dhruv in School

Tuesday was ‘Open Day’ in Dhruv’s school. Parents were free to stop by the class any time during the day to watch the proceedings. I had a meeting in midtown at 2:00 pm, so I decided to leave home a little early, spend 30 minutes in his class, and then proceed to my meeting. I came into the class as they were finishing up their snack. Dhruv had his back to me when I entered, but one of the other kids saw me and asked in a loud voice, “Who’s that?” and another kid guessed correctly: “That’s Dhruv’s Dad”. That’s the advantage of being only one of two Indian kids in class. Dhruv turned towards me and trying hard not to show too much emotion, just smiled at me. I waved and smiled back.

The snack over, the kids cleaned up and sat down cross-legged for ‘word study’. Dhruv had Manon (the same girl who told him that she loved him in his first week there) sitting next to him, and she was constantly peering over his shoulder at his sheet of paper. I was happy to see that Dhruv would raise his hand when the teacher asked, finished his work on time (we’ve been worried that in an effort to form the letters perfectly, he writes very slowly) and was on top of things. I can understand why his teacher is full of praise and loves him. It was fascinating to watch Dhruv in a different environment – I don’t think my parents ever had such an opportunity when I went to school in India. They could only imagine what their son was doing for 8 hours of the day; we have these occasional opportunities to peek behind the curtain.

Celebrating St. Patrick's Day

Tuesday was St. Patrick’s Day, and while New Yorkers don’t need an excuse to party, an excuse means they can start early. On my way to my meeting I saw hundreds of revelers on the streets, dressed in the most outrageous green outfits, some of them quite high as early as 2 in the afternoon. Several streets were closed due to the Parade, and that made traffic quite horrible. I was surprised to find my client, a Vice President at a large Investment Firm, wearing a light-green shirt. I could only point to the slightest shade of green on my tie.

Kala, Sandhya’s cousin Vivek, Sandhya and I went out to celebrate around 8 pm. We had asked Maria, an older Ukranian lady who lives in building 40, to come in. Dhruv seems to be getting used to the routine and quite enjoys being with a sitter. Maria apparently even read him a book, which he promptly put on his reading log.

We first walked to Union Square, and went to the Heartland Brewery. The place was surprisingly empty for St. Patrick’s Day evening, and we got a nice table. We tried some of the local brews, which turned out to be excellent. We ordered some appetizers to fortify ourselves, but didn’t stay long – the place was too quiet – we wanted something noisier.

We found what we were looking for down 14th Street – the Blind Pig Pub had a noisy crowd overflowing outside, and promised live ‘Irish’ music within. We paid the cover charge and made our way in to a noisy, crowded pub full of young yuppie-types in various shades of green. The ‘Celtic Cross’ band was playing, and we ordered another round of beers for ourselves. Sandhya and Kala even managed to find a place to sit. The music wasn’t bad – the band had a lot of Celtic instruments, but played music from all over the map, including ‘I Shot the Sherriff.’ It was odd to hear Celtic Reggae!

We left the Blind Pig and hailed a cab, and as I was getting in, I noticed that Vivek had a glass of whiskey in his hand – and he had been drinking beer!

“Where’s that from?” I asked.

“The only Indian girl in the pub bought me this,” he replied.

“Then what’re you doing coming home with us?”

He grinned sheepishly. Sandhya and Kala almost stopped the cab and sent him back, but resisted it because he protested so loudly.

Meeting at the Met and the Big Question

Franco Gonsalves, a former colleague, was in town on Thursday, and he was spending it at the Met. Since I had a meeting with someone on the Upper East Side, I offered to meet him at the Café in the basement of the Met. Over coffee I was waxing eloquent about the impressionist collection at the Met when I got stopped by the Big Question: “Which Museum is better? This one or the Musée d’Orsay?” I must confess I felt a twinge of disloyalty when I hedged “I think they’re both great museums – I haven’t decided if one is ‘better’” but reflecting on it later, I must say I may just be slightly inclined towards the Musée. Now we have to live in Paris next!

It was a special feeling to casually walk into one of the greatest museums of the world, walk past some breathtaking collections to the café, and then to leave without looking (Franco asked me to help him find the Vermeers, so I did take a peek).

Lunch at Jaiya Thai

On Friday, Kala and Sandhya asked me to take a break and join them for lunch at Jaiya Thai, on Third Avenue. We had had Jaiya’s food at Sonia’s placed before, and it is easily the best Thai food that we’ve had in the US. Going there with Kala was a bold move on Sandhya’s part, since Kala owns a place in Thailand and knows her Tom Yums from her Pad Thais. While the Papaya salad was disappointing, everything else was excellent – and Kala said so too.

Brunch at Schiller's

Kala was leaving back to the Bay Area on Saturday, but her flight was in the afternoon, so we decided to go to Schiller’s Liquor Bar for Brunch. I must confess to being rather skeptical, given the name, but the recommendations were so strong that we went. The neighborhood turned out really seedy – lots of graffiti painted walls and chain-link fenced empty lots. The front of the restaurant itself was worse – a glass and wrought iron door guarded a dirty tiled floor that had “Liquor Bar” patterned into the tiles. We opened the second door to a room with an old saloon-style bar, and chairs and tables arranged all around. The mirrors on the walls were long past their glory, and a layer of dust seemed to have settled on any available horizontal surface. We looked at each other again, sure we had come to the wrong place. As we were being seated, we asked the waiter “You do serve brunch, don’t you?” Even after he confirmed, Sandhya asked him again “and you’re famous for your Sticky Toffee Pudding, right?” He smiled and nodded again. He probably gets this reaction a lot.

The brunch was superb – we had Omelets, Huevos Rancheros and Waffles. The servings were small, and served with really tasty house fries. The girls had Martinis too – at 11 in the morning. After all, Kala doesn’t visit every other day… Just to be gluttonous, we ordered a second omelet, and then finished it off with the famous Sticky Toffee Pudding. An excellent end to Kala’s week with us – a week which has been marked by our cutting a cake to celebrate her Birthday (which was in Jan) several times.

Visiting Juilliard

After seeing Kala off in a taxi, we decided to get out of the house and go to the Lincoln Center. This massive complex of institutions houses the famous Juilliard School of Music, and we found that they had an amazing calendar of free concerts throughout the month. At 4 pm there was a Violin / Piano concert as part of the ‘Pre-College Series’, and we decided to try to catch that. We got off the #1 subway line and walked down West 65th Street to the school. As were entered the lobby, and walked up the steep flight of stairs to the reception, we saw large groups of young adults milling about, each one with a different instrument strung over their shoulders. The creative energy that one could sense was probably what makes Juilliard what it is.

The concert was in one of the halls downstairs, and we were a bit early. The violinist and her piano accompanist were going through their pre-concert drills. As they left, we were alone, and I took the opportunity to walk up to the grand piano – and as I had hoped, it was a Steinway. Vivek and I had been scratching our heads for the name of the famous Piano manufacturer with an “S” and couldn’t remember it for the life of us. This was the first time I was seeing a Steinway up close and it certainly looked special. I had to hold myself back from getting too close.

On balance, maybe we shouldn’t have gone. The pre-college program at the Juilliard is for talented young children who are not yet eligible to enroll for Undergraduate programs at the Juilliard. The girl who played the Violin must’ve been 15. Watching her play made me realize how long the journey is. It’s a bit like an Everest mountaineer walking through the Khumbu icefall. If he looks straight ahead at the next step he has to take, he’s fine. If he looks up at the towering peak above him, he’ll likely get intimidated. I’ve looked up – now I have to get back and concentrate on Barcarolle.

Lazy Sunday

We had friends over for dinner on Thursday evening and on Friday, so this has been a week of almost unending partying. We had planned to go to Columbia on Sunday, and have lunch with a friend of a friend. Dhruv woke with a fever, and we decided against pushing our luck, and stayed home. I spent a lot of time working on Barcarole, and think I may have figured it out. I’ve also reconciled myself that I just don’t have what it takes to be in Juilliard. Perseverance? Yes. Talent? Certainly not.

A big week

This is been a big week -- work-wise. On Monday, we made an announcement that I was taking over as the CEO of Gridstone Research, the company that I cofounded 3 1/2 years ago. This has been in the works for a few weeks now, and that was the reason for my being rather busy. In keeping with the mores of these times, we made the announcement via a blog post. My colleague and co-founder, Basab Pradhan, the previous CEO -- also posted on his blog. Unfortunately, after several nice messages, the discourse began to get pretty nasty, and he had to turn comments off on his blog. It always surprises me how normally civil people feel no hesitation to behave indecently when they are safely behind the anonymity of the Web.

I posted a link to the announcement to FaceBook, and was quite surprised how many people noticed and congratulated me. Thanks, everyone!!

On Wednesday, I had an early meeting at the le Parker Meredien hotel in Midtown. My meeting was at the Knave, a coffee shop just off the lobby on the ground floor. It was a nice discovery -- very quiet and just perfect for a quiet business discussion. The Espresso with steamed Breve that I had was also excellent (a great formula for South Indian coffee in America, complements to my cousin Maha). I must make it a point to bookmark this place for future business meetings.

Since I was in the area, Sandhya asked me to stop by Times Square to pick up tickets for the Lion King. We have been lucky and got excellent seats in the first week of April for a show on Saturday afternoon. We're all looking forward to it, and I hope Dhruv enjoys it. He loves the movie. There are some people who've told us that children often either get scared, or don't appreciate the abstract nature of the performance -- I don't know which way it’s going to be with Dhruv.

On Friday, I had a business lunch with an old colleague and potential client, at this excellent Indian restaurant on 51st St. -- Amma. It's a small hole in the wall, and in fact you enter from the entrance to an apartment building. While it is small, the food was excellent -- and also quite innovative. More importantly, unusually for an Indian restaurant, the food was extremely well presented. The sort of place that you can take a client without breaking the bank or feeling embarrassed.

Our good and close friend from California, Kala Swaminathan, flew into town on Saturday. Sandhya had taken off for a grand reunion with some old high school friends -- and so Dhruv and I took the subway to the airport to pick her up. We got there comfortably enough -- although on a weekend the E line was not as fast as it was when I went on a weekday (it’s an Express on weekdays). We took a taxi back instead of subjecting her to another trip on public transit.

Since Kala was in town, we had asked a babysitter to come in on Saturday evening, and left Dhruv with her to spend an evening out. We had reservations at the famous Café Wha? at 9:30 PM, and decided to spend an hour or so at MacDougall Street before the time for our reservation. The two ladies dressed to kill, and we set off.

We first grabbed an excellent pita sandwich at Mamoun's Falafel -- a little dive of a place where not more than three people can stand at any given time. In fact, we had to stand outside to eat, but the food was excellent and totally worth it. One piece of advice – don’t try the hot sauce. It’s really hot – even by my ‘Indian’ standards. Not feeling satisfied, we then went to the Kathi roll company for a Kathi roll each. Suitably fed, we then walked over to Café Wah so that we could get good seats in time for the show.

We got really nice seats close enough to the brand, but not so close that we would be deafened by the music and ordered some appetizers and drinks. They had this really odd rule -- we had to sit across the table from each other, and so Sandhya and Kala got to face the band, while I got to see the band on TV. There was also this other odd rule -- the waiter had to give us a little slip before we could leave the place, for example - to make a call (there’s no cell phone coverage in the place). It seemed like people sneak out without paying their bills, and the slip system is to ensure that they can’t do that. The band was top class, as advertised. I can't say I enjoyed the standup comedy piece as much but the music was so "our generation" that the evening turned out thoroughly enjoyable. Given how crowded it was, we had to share our table with five other people – two girls and a guy, and a couple. We initially thought that the guy was with one of the girls and the other was her sister, but as the evening progressed, the band asked people to get up and dance. The way the Guy was dancing with the ‘sister’ left us in no doubt that she wasn’t that. Enough said.

We left at about 11:30 PM, and walked to La Lanterna -- which was up the street a block -- for dessert. La Lanterna is an Italian restaurant with a very nice indoor garden and an excellent assortment of Desserts. We were greeted by someone who seemed like the owner – an older gentleman with a thick Italian accent. He made it a point to compliment me on my good fortune to have the company of two beautiful women on an excellent night – which caused me to beam from ear to ear. Both desserts that we ordered -- Pecan Pie and Ice Cream and Caramel Custard -- were superb and drew an excellent evening to a perfect close.

On Sunday morning, we walked to "Ess-a-bagel" nearby -- to have breakfast. This place prides itself on the quality of its bagels, and refuses to toast them. I had an egg on an onion bagel which turned out to be quite substantial, and really tasty. It was interesting to watch the ebb and flow of the patrons at the store -- they seem to come in waves, and at the peak of the wave it was almost difficult to find standing room. Lots of people seem to just stop by to pick up bagels and then take them home; some of them were even still in their pajamas. I'm thinking seriously of getting a bike -- we have such excellent eating options within a five block radius that keeping the bike will mean that I can just ride over, pick up stuff and get back home.

From there, we walked down to 14th St. and caught the subway to Central Park. We entered the park close to Seventh Avenue and Dhruv spent a happy couple of hours climbing up and down the rocks in that area and playing in the children's playground. I had an interesting experience where a child, who I had noticed earlier, was sobbing copious tears. On my asking him why, he told me that he seemed to have lost his parents. I had noticed his parents earlier -- an African-American gentleman and a Caucasian lady -- and I saw them some distance away, lost to the world in passionate embrace. I took the sobbing child over to them and they were all considerably relieved.

We then walked over to the eastern edge of the park -- were Dhruv found another little play area to play in. Sandhya and Kala waited for a friend of Kala's and then promptly proceeded to ditch Dhruv and I -- and go off shopping down Fifth Avenue. We took the bus home. It was projected to be nice and warm, but it had actually gotten quite cold.

Sandhya's nephew came over to stay with us that evening. It is funny how our guests seem to come in waves -- it was exactly when Kavitha was visiting that Priya Sehgal arrived from India. It was exactly now, when Kala is visiting, that we have a couple of additional guests -- and have had to borrow an air bed from Sonia -- for the guests.

All told, quite a busy week - first the transition to a new job role for me, then a really active weekend with Kala being in town. Sorry it's taken me some time to write this post, but get ready for another one soon.