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Reva, a name

Even though I am in London and I do not see much Indian TV / news, I miss ET and I occasionally look at the ET site online though it is less for the news and more for the editorial column. So it was then, today morning (4.5 hrs behind India) I opened the editorial page of ET to read about the REVA acquisition by M&M. And I remembered by random gmail id (that still exists and is used to cut out the spam) that was once created out of a romantic dream for the word Reva. I loved the name. I still do but for very different reasons. I loved it then for the sound of the word. I love it now for the memory of what a romantic I was. Just like Twilight Fairy. When I launched this blog I wanted it to be anonymous and slowly little by little I can say with my blog's 4th birthday a month away, that it possess me into it and combined two worlds that I romanticised of being separate. So that's what Reva represents to me, a hopeless romantic who wrote beautiful poetry and was once me. An

Maida Vale

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Sunday morning, I looked up the net again for a place I wanted to go to way back from during the days when I used to look up the net to check out places to go in London. Little Venice (Maida Vaile) in NW London It was a canal with house boats where people can rent them out and stay for a little while. And does not cost too much too. We had lunch is the water side cafe in a boat to the rocking movement of the waters. We watched a puppet show in boat again, called the Puppet Barge Theatre where we were the adulty only group while everyone else came with lttle kids about 4 years or less. We walked along the canal till we came to a cafe that was lying across the canal like a bridge. And then we came back Westminister where we took a cruise on Thames from Westminister to Towerhill. Came home for a short break and had dinner. After that went to Towerhill to take the tube to Waterloo and it was a race against time to get to the last ride on the Eye. We had a 4 minute 4D experience prior to t

Notting Hill

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I wondered for a while what I should name the blog post after, the movie Notting Hill or the book Portobello title. Come Friday I just wanted to sleep again.I left for home early simply because everyone else was. I came home had dinner and was watching TV because it feels weird to go to bed before it gets dark (and the sun sets at 9pm) And then friends pulled me out to a quickbite to bricklane. Spent a short little while there before I came hope to sleep. The Saturday, we started the weekend exactly where we left off the last tiem around, South kensington. For that wonderful cup of coffee and amazing cupcake. And then off we went in search of the famed Notting Hill. But as it turns out after we travelled a distance we came to know most of the tube lines to Notting Hill were shut down for maintence. So we decided to get take the bus. We found a bus stop where the bus to Notting Hill stops and as it turns out it took a long long while before we finally got on one. And then got off at

The English Rains

After a long day of Camden Town, I woke up to a very lazy Sunday afternoon. We wanted to go to Notting Hill but it remains closed on Sundays. (In a way that was good, too much of such markets gets the fun lost) One of our friends suggested we go out for lunch after which he would leave home. So I thought I would come home about 4 or maybe 6 (and write a report that is still pending). We went up to Tower Bridge to pick up another friend and walked along St Kathyrine Docks. In search of an english lunch on Thames we walked. There were many posh restuarants but none so English and we kept walking. And we walked and walked and asked for directions. Finally, landed in a quite english residential area, Wapping. Wapping ! We went up to a little place for lunch and found a table right next to Thames. And soon it began to rain, but we didn't move indoors. We just moved a little away under a shellter It was cold and breezy. But it was fun. And from there we walked on eastwards alongside Th

Camden

Well Friday night I did sleep in and not join the other interns to the Royal Philanthromonic Orchestra at the Royal Albert Hall. But Saturday was much better. Taj, Colaba and Nariman got to wait ! Woke up to a lazy Saturday morning (more like afternoon) and looked up other people. We went to St James Park waiting for a friend to join us. Reached the park just in time to see the Pelicans being fed. Pelicans were huge proud birds that walked up to the public and groomed themselves and their might feathers as they posed for pictures. But the best part about the park was the pigeons and furry little squirrels. They weren't afraid of people at all. Then we went to Picadilly roamed about while we waited for a friend and then together took off to Camden Town. Camden Town . Is a funny place. Full of youthful vibes. We roamed around to find a food market. Every cuisine you could think of was stuffed into tiny stalls along side a pier. Just pick up your food and sit on one those toy moto

The City

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The City of London! Intern diaries is open once again! The adventures began at 11am on November 4th 2009 when I got an internship offer, I was not told of the location. It could one of three locations: Singapore, HK or London. There was a time when I was told I was going to HK. Then there was a day when I received an email saying I am going to London. And then there was a time when I applied for my visa to the UK. And then there was a time when 3/4th left while I was stuck in the unfortunate 1/4th who didn't receive their visa yet. I was sent to Mumbai temporarily. And then I was still among the 2 people not to receive their visa. And then on the last day of the 8th week from applying for a visa, I received my visa. It was sent to my house in Hyderabad. 12:00 / Tue : I received my visa at home. 3:30 / Tue : I leave office in Mumbai 7:00 /Tue : I board my flight to Hyderabad 10:30 /Tue : My Hr calls to tell me my flight details to