Archive for September, 2012

I Bargain

September 22, 2012 3 comments


This past Wednesday was a holiday here in India, Ganesh Chaturthi, which celebrates the birth of the elephant-headed god Ganesh, who is revered for wisdom, wealth and prosperity.  The festival in fact spans 10 days, but only one day is recognized as a formal holiday where banks and government are closed.

My IBM office being closed I decided to go out and do some shopping – an activity I presume Ganesh would endorse.  In one of the lanes of Koregaon Park I went into a small shop where I saw rugs.  My flat here is rather sparsely furnished, and f occurred to me a small rug would be a nice first step in personalizing my new home.

I spent 20 minutes or so looking at carpets, small ones on the order of 3’ by 5’.  I saw a number of very nice silk pieces which had – as the shop-man declared – 1,000 knots per inch.  I am not a rug-expert but my instinct told me these were higher-end products that I should research more before attempting to buy.  I then fixed on the red wool piece you see above.  3’ x 5’, this is the well known Bokhara pattern.  We actually have a rug of this type back home in the US.

I could feel the quality was good, so I decided to go ahead:  “How much for a rug like this?”  The reply, “This rug is 11,500 rupees, sir.”  Where to go from there?  I’m afraid I am not a natural bargainer, but there is something about rugs in particular that makes me feel haggling is needed.  “Would you take 9,000?”  The shop-man demurs, “Sir, you are first person today, I am not sure about bargaining.”  I didn’t understand this, so I reiterated my offer, “Well, 9,000 I think is right.”  The shop-man consults his colleagues, very quickly, whether in Hindi, Marathi or some other language I could not tell.  After this brief debate the shop-man tells me, “9,500 sir.”

I am chagrined and smiling as I say, “9,500, done!”  I had expected 11,000 as the next offer.  Perhaps I could have started at low as 4,000.

Nonetheless the rug is very nice – it adorns my flat entrance-way even now – and at $180 or so is a definite bargain compared to US,where I’d expect such a rug for $600 or more.

Lesson: Bargaining, like golf, does depend on local knowledge – but ultimately the right price is the price that is right for you.

Categories: Expat life Tags:

Scooty Pep!

September 19, 2012 1 comment


Two-wheelers are everywhere in India, certainly many more people have them than have cars.  The most prevalent is the motorcycle-style Hero Honda, which comes in many models.  There are also a great many scooter-style two-wheelers, like the Honda Activa.

The pic above is a woman riding on her Scooty.  Scooty is a women’s brand, and though you will see men and women riding Scootys and scooter-style two-wheelers in general, I have *never* seen a woman riding a motorcycle-style two-wheeler here.

Here’s a Scooty pep commercial that plays a lot on TV here, featuring actress Anushka Sharma:


I don’t see many women riding about in the tight Ts and shorts you see in the commercial.  More common is to be bundled up against the dust, rain and wind.

Categories: Expat life, Pictures

Father and Children

September 13, 2012 3 comments


A common sight here in Pune.  This was about 9 am.  The little girl seemed half asleep.  At a speed of around 30 kph she was drowsing securely up against her Dad.

Categories: Pictures Tags:

I Feast

September 9, 2012 3 comments


Today we talk about Salazar’s Second law of Expat Life (the First Law is, “Do not contradict the Indian Official”, but that’s another story).  The Second Law: You can only eat so much microwave biryani.

After a wait of some weeks I received my shipment of stuff from the US – this is a shipment my company allows me, so that you can bring household goods, etc.  Included was an array of kitchen things: dishware, cooking knives, pots, pans, all of that.  Once I got everything unpacked I was off to my local Spar Hypermarket to get ingredients.

The veg for my meal you see above: Carrots are generally less uniform in size and shape than the US version, but are less watery and have good flavor.  Indian onions are smaller and slightly red; they are served everywhere fresh as part of the salad that accompanies a typical Indian meal.  Lastly, I bought some striped eggplant, a variety of Solanum melongena; these are palm-sized eggplants with a mild, slightly sweet flavor.  (Googling around a bit I find that eggplant was first cultivated in the region of India and Pakistan some 4,000 years ago … who knew?)

I sautéed all these with butter, salt and pepper, then added a bit of white wine and some ginger-garlic paste. This stuff is good – if they had it in the US I would use it by the kilo.


My main dish was boneless lamb.  The cost was 209 Rs., about $4, for 445 grams, or just under 1 lb. – this I think is an expensive ingredient from Indian standpoint but pretty cheap compared to US.  I used this in making Marzwangan korma, a recipe which came from here:

One of the things I like about this book, it classifies dishes by region.  Marzwangan korma is a Kashmiri dish; Kashmir is about as far North as you can get in India.  The seasonings in this dish include: Turmeric, Cardamom, Chili, Cinnamon and Tamarind.  Making it is easy, first you kind of poach the lamb to cook it and give its first layer of flavor; then you fry the main spices, glaze the cooked lamb in the hot spice mix, then add a little of the poaching liquid and reduce it down again to let the glaze penetrate the meat.

Sorry no pics of the end result … Once all this was on the plate, journalistic record keeping was the last thing on my mind.  Suffice to say I am slave to the microwave no longer.

Categories: Expat life, Food

Small Differences

September 8, 2012 Comments off

Folk wisdom tells us “it’s the little things that matter”.  Matter or not, they sure get noticed.  Something you notice quickly coming to India from the US is: elevators.  The buttons on many elevators here are arranged like these:


This is the elevator where I work.  US folks I’m sure will instantly notice the difference; the floors go up first on the left side, then restart and go up on the right side.  I have seen Westerners wanting to go to the 2nd floor mistakenly press 5, because it is to the right of 1.

The elevator at my apartment looks like this:


Elevators like this are in the minority here in India.  This is the US style, where the numbers are arranged so that all the “higher” ones are at the top.  Also notice it uses the Indian convention for actual numbering of floors.  In the US the floor at ground level is called 1; in India that floor is called 0 or ground, and the 1st floor is what in the US we would call 2nd.

Why is the ordering different?  The US view would be that our ordering is more intuitive, that all higher floors are accessed by “higher” buttons.  For example at my work elevator the button for 4th floor is lower down than the button for the 3rd floor.

But calling that intuitive assumes several things.  One is that we care about the physical height of floors.  More and more the floors in an office or apartment building are abstract destinations, places you go to without knowing or caring about the physical relationship to the other numbered destinations … until, of course, the elevators aren’t working and you have to use stairs.  Anyway it seems less clear to me nowadays that the height attribute has the power it once had.

A second and probably more important thing is reading order.  Indo-European languages are written to be read side-to-side.  Traditional Chinese is written up-and-down.  Many elevators here in India are in fact made in China, so I suppose this aspect of writing may be in play here.

Conclusion: Look before you press.

Categories: Sundries, Technology, Travel

Schoolgirl in the Rain

September 4, 2012 1 comment


I saw this girl, riding her bike back from school a few days ago.  I was in my car, but she was peddling resolutely through heavy traffic.

I particularly remember her squinting her eyes to keep the rain out as she rode.

Categories: Expat life, Pictures Tags:


September 2, 2012 2 comments


I have finally been able to shop at Spar Hypermarket, walking distance from my flat.  Yes, you heard correct, no mere “super” market but a hyper-market – shopping at this market ain’t like dusting crops, boy.

I guess the hyper-market label is fair after all.  I’ve passed many stores here in Pune proclaimed as supermarkets which were the size of an exceedingly small US drugstore.  So relatively speaking, Spar is hyper.

There’s a lot you can get at Hypermarket.  Like a smaller version of a US Target or Walmart, you can get office supplies, small appliances, clothes, “crockeries” (kitchen goods), toys, hardware, sporting goods, and of course, food.  Mainly I came for food – microwaving kebab a few times a week gets old, I wanted to get some actual food.

What did I get? Simple stuff, actually, like these small bananas – they are really good – oranges, onions, spices, some brown rice, some pre-cutup chicken.


Another vegetable I saw is bitter melon, a kind of tendril-skinned gourd.  I’ve had bitter melon many times in Chinese food; the Indian variety seems a bit different.  I’m sure I’ll try it, eventually.


The meat they had there was not abundant. There were some whole chickens, and a few cutup pieces. Not sure why that was. The store was re-opening after being closed a long time, due to a fire – maybe the butcher shop is not yet fully stocked?

A portion of the meat counter was marked halal; this is meat butchered according to Muslim law. There was not a lot there, mostly some desultory lamb ribs and hoofs.  Again, I hope there’s more next time.


There’s also abundance of snacks, relishes and sauces – Indian and Western – as well as personal products, toothpaste, shampoo, etc.  Prices on US products, for example Special K cereal, are not bad – approx $2.50 US per box.  Hypermarket also let’s you buy many Indian staples, like rice and dal, in bulk; bulk rice is 30-40 Rs. per kilo.

In the end I got enough for my “home cooked” meal.  Here are the seasonings:


The result was a vaguely Thai-curried chicken, served with onion rice and hot mango pickle – all in all a meal I would have killed for in my university days.

Hypermarket is the kind of place many middle-class Indians go to shop.  But the vast majority of the population does their food buying from smaller shops, street vendors and the like.  Those I will seek out as I can.  Meanwhile, Spar is close, and has an excellent selection – home-cooking can continue as long as I can make the jump to hyper-market.

Categories: Expat life, Food Tags: ,

I Ride A Rickshaw

September 1, 2012 2 comments


The ubiquitous means of urban transport in India is the auto rickshaw, a three-wheeled affair with typical top speed of 30-45 kph.  Rickshaws are relatively inexpensive – about 12 Rs. ($0.25 US) per km – and nimbler than a car.


Last weekend I wanted to go to eat, and the place I had decided on was about 2-2.5 klicks away.  Perfect rickshaw radius.  Though I had been in Pune about 3 weeks by then, the opportunity and initiative to rickshaw had not yet come together.  Then there’s a host of cautionary tales on the web, like this one, that warn of rapacious rickshawalas (drivers) who take advantage of rich foreigners (we all are rich, you know) by demanding outrageous fees.

The common advice is to hold the driver to the meter, like you see here.  This one shows the current fare, the distance travelled, and the time spent idle.  Many websites publish the official fare cards that say how much you should pay for any given distance.  There’s even an app for that – at least I have this one for my Android phone.

Convinced I could outmatch any unscrupulous driver outrage for outrage, I sallied forth, turning over in my mind the repartee I would use to foil any such scoundrel.  ‘Twas all for naught.  The driver I met on the outbound journey was having a discussion with 2 young men.  Turns out they wanted to ride but had insufficient funds for their proposed journey.  With typical Indian practicality the driver suggested I let the 2 men ride with me, and then they would ride further on on their own fare.  Off we trundled, and I found out my co-passengers were Pakistani students trying to get back to their hostel.  Price: 30 Rs.

Coming back, I flagged a rickshaw walking right out of the restaurant – restaurants, stores, etc. are favorite haunts of the rickshawalas – and off we went.  When we got back to my place the meter said 20, and the driver was very pleased when I gave him 30.

So, alas, no three-wheeled villainy here.  Maybe next time, since I expect I’ll be doing a lot more rikśā sē jā rahā (going by rickshaw) in days to come.

Categories: Travel Tags: ,