il dolce far niente – the sweetnes of doing nothing

Growing up in Darjeeling in the 90s was heavenly. The town was smaller, a lot cleaner, and wide open spaces all around. Cable TV was just making in roads and not everyone could afford it. The teenagers didn’t have online distractions, we mostly played football and other outdoor games. Sundays were the only TV days.

Later, as young adults in early 2000s, our favourite time-pass was “bhattuwa lagnu – hanging out“, which is literally what we did. We “bhattuwa lagus” or hung around the chowk bazar, botanical garden, mall road, video halls and the best of all Chowrasta.

Back then Chowrasta was the heart and soul of Darjeeling – it still is to some extent, but it hadn’t yet become the commercial hell-hole, mela-ground, haat-bazar spot that cheap-ass politicical dalals have turned it. It was a clean and green space for children, youths and elderly alike, to hang out.

That’s what we did, we hung around in Chorwasta all day long, doing nothing, watch life happen.

I recently realized, the Italians have philosophy and phrase for this – “Il dolce far niente – the sweetness of doing nothing.”

It could mean anything, from looking at time fly by, drinking a cup of tea, “season herdai – looking at people of opposite sex” or simply guffing. When you are devoting your time on do-nothing leisure activities, one is supposed to be experiencing “il dolce far niente.”

Today, as I reflect back, I rue that our children and their children may never get to live this philosophy… “il dolce far niente” may only remain something, they read about and not actually live – and just thinking about it, makes me sad.

फेरी त्यो चौतारी

Narayan Das बाट तातो च्या खाएर एक्लै निस्केको मो।

चोक बजार Bata को अघाडी देखि Orient को उक्कालो हिँड्दै Orient देखि New Dish को तेर्सो हुँदै Post Office को उकालो लागेर सिधै Benis Cafe मा पुग्दा

“पंकज 3 कप च्या देउ न हौ!”

Benis Cafe बाटो ठाडो उकालो लागेर Club Side हुँदै
Das Studio को तेर्सोमा रमिता हेर्दै Chowrasta अनि
Chowrasta देखि Mall Road
Mall Road ओरी-पोरी घुर्रा जस्तो फिन् फिन् घुम्दै
फेरी Chowrasta मा आइ पुग्दा

“Mantu को बाउ… 5 कप च्या ल…. तातो है!”

Chowrasta देखि New Elgin हुँदै झरेर
Griha Laximi को छेउमा एकछिन् Toilet break ली कन,फेरी त्योई ओरालो…

कोई बेला चै Short Cut Chowrasta Studio हुँदै
साई रत्न School को ठाडो ओरालो Society Hotel को अघाडी ठिक्कै अाई पुग्दा

“सलिम 6 कप च्या ल…!”

DCM को ओरालो फेरि… National Stores र Shyam Brothers हुँदै
न्यु सुपर मार्केट तेर्सो, फेरि चोक बजारमा
“Narayan Das ल एक छिन्…!”

“भाई 8 कप च्या ले त छिट्टो… सफा ग्लासमा दे है फेरि!”

च्या खाँदै गर्दा अचानक एक जनाले
“भोक लाग्यो हौ… न खानु केहि पनि?”
“के खाने?”
“जाड़ो छ आजु… खै मोमो खानु पर्छ होला”
“निस्की ब्रो…”

“काँ खाने?”

“बिच गल्ली…”
“जुम”
“जुम”

“दिदी 10 double सब्जीको ल… Soup चै तातो होस् ल!”

“ल ब्रो घर गाको ल… भोलि भेटुम न….”
“काँ औंनु?”
“Bata अगाडी भेट न…”

Many many days of such awesome nothingness.
Today I remembered, when I passed this चौतारी
The college days… the friendships are long lost and forgotten…
But the चौतारी is still the same… still waiting.

Amber Gurung must have felt the same when he wrote…

“यात्रा त्यहि बाटो त्यहि
त्यहि बाटो कुन यात्री होला भोली?”
………………………………………

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Cheapening Chowrasta is how cheap politicians are ruining the iconic and historic promenade in the heart of Darjeeling town

Most of the people I know, head to the hills to avoid the heat, the dust, the pollution, the loud noise, and the over crowded cities.

They arrive in Darjeeling, they are met with the same dust, same pollution, and loud noise. Thank God for the last remaining vistage of luxury, Chowrasta and the Mall Road – an oasis of traquility, amidst the sea of chaos.

But, how can the politicians, their alleged “advisors”, their alleged “Think Tanks” permit that oasis to exist? Where’s the money to be made in allowing the oasis to remain an oasis?

Let’s convert it into a Mela Ground – and charge the stall owners. Better yet, make the SHGs work for the “party [political]”, and as a pay off allow them to sell Momo, Thukpa and whatever they want to in the middle of Chowrasta for two weeks or so. Don’t forget to spray some dust in the eyes of the people, let’s label the event, “Darjeeling Tourist SHOPING Festival”.

There, that’s what the tourists have come to enjoy – CHAOS

You guys got that right.

When we were young, you needed a special permit to drive from Bhanu Bhawan to the Zoo. Today, there are many “taxi stands” that have come up on the Mall Road. Who permitted those stands? So much so, even the Mahakal Mandir premise has been converted into Hotel and Taxi Stand zone. Another half has been taken over by the so called “hawkers”.

Whatever little is left, is at times converted into “gundri bazar”, at times to “dog show” venue, at times to “marathon venue”, at times to “political rally venue”, at times “government program venue”, and at times even “car sales venue”…

If these lot have their way, the only place left in Darjeeling, where you will be able to find peace is the SP Bunglow. Rest of the places, they will rent out, lease out, sell out.

They don’t have any sense of belonging to our place, there is zero sense of “mero”. For them, all of Darjeeling is a piece of property to be converted into money.

I don’t mind the politicians, most of them are morons anyway, however I pity the “petty brains” who fuel this madness, all to cozy up their pockets and satiate their never ending greed. In cheapening Chowrasta, they are exhibiting the cheapness of their menality and their very being.

What’s truly ironic is that, all of them are “bhumiputras,” rushing in to pawn whatever little “bhumi” is now left in our region, including the public toilets, to the highest bidders.

As Thomas Sowell once said, “In a democracy, we have always had to worry about the ignorance of the uneducated. Today we have to worry about the ignorance of people with college degrees.”

Wake up Darjeeling, identify these crooks behind the books, who are destroying our beloved town and our region, before it’s too late.

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Narayan Das बाट तातो च्या खाएर एक्लै निस्केको मो।

चोक बजार Bata को अघाडी देखि Orient को उक्कालो हिँड्दै Orient देखि New Dish को तेर्सो हुँदै Post Office को उकालो लागेर सिधै Benis Cafe मा पुग्दा

“पंकज 3 कप च्या देउ न हौ!”

Benis Cafe बाटो ठाडो उकालो लागेर Club Side हुँदै
Das Studio को तेर्सोमा रमिता हेर्दै Chowrasta अनि
Chowrasta देखि Mall Road
Mall Road ओरी-पोरी घुर्रा जस्तो फिन् फिन् घुम्दै
फेरी Chowrasta मा आइ पुग्दा

“Mantu को बाउ… 5 कप च्या ल…. तातो है!”

Chowrasta देखि New Elgin हुँदै झरेर
Griha Laximi को छेउमा एकछिन् Toilet break ली कन,फेरी त्योई ओरालो…

कोई बेला चै Short Cut Chowrasta Studio हुँदै
साई रत्न School को ठाडो ओरालो Society Hotel को अघाडी ठिक्कै अाई पुग्दा

“सलिम 6 कप च्या ल…!”

DCM को ओरालो फेरि… National Stores र Shyam Brothers हुँदै
न्यु सुपर मार्केट तेर्सो, फेरि चोक बजारमा
“Narayan Das ल एक छिन्…!”

“भाई 8 कप च्या ले त छिट्टो… सफा ग्लासमा दे है फेरि!”

च्या खाँदै गर्दा अचानक एक जनाले
“भोक लाग्यो हौ… न खानु केहि पनि?”
“के खाने?”
“जाडो छ आजु… खै मोमो खानु पर्छ होला”
“निस्की ब्रो…”

“काँ खाने?”

“बिच गल्ली…”
“जुम”
“जुम”

“दिदी 10 double सब्जीको ल… Soup चै तातो होस् ल!”

“ल ब्रो घर गाको ल… भोलि भेटुम न….”
“काँ औंनु?”
“Bata अगाडी भेट न…”

Many many days of such awesome nothingness.
Today I remembered, when I passed this चौतारी
The college days… the friendships are long lost and forgotten…
But the चौतारी is still the same… still waiting.

Amber Gurung must have felt the same when he wrote…

“यात्रा त्यहि बाटो त्यहि
त्यहि बाटो कुन यात्री होला भोली?”
…………………………………………………….

दार्जिलिङे केटौली युवाहरूको जीन्दगी। दैनिक जीवन जिउने बहाना। नित्य एउटै बाटो। एउटै गल्ली। एउटै चोक। त्यही परिचित मुहारहरूसंग जम्का भेट हुने ठाँउहरू। शायद पिढी दर पिढी युवाहरूको जीवनचर्या यस्तै हो कि?

हो यस्तै नै हो हाम्रो सानो पहाड, सानो शहर तर हाम्रो ठुलो संसार जहाँ सानो थोकमा रमाउने हामी। स-सानो थोकमा ठुलो खुशी बटुल्ने हामी दार्जिलिङे।

P.S: Dedicated to all the Darjeelingey’s like me… who spent their life time walking from Bata to Chowrasta and back… with their friends.. girl friends and beloveds.

[Awesome pic by: Sailesh Sharma]

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This piece is an ode to the days of yore, when we didn’t have MNCs like Pizza Hut and KFCs in Darjeeling, when people swore by Benis and not Boney’s.

My earliest recollection of heading to a restaurant was when our dad took me and my brother to Keventer’s. Back in the late 1980s and early 1990s, India was still a closed economy, so we didn’t have Coke or Fanta, what we had was Thums Up and Gold Spot, and for the adventurous lot we had Limca.

So when our dad took us to Kevs, I ordered a Gold Spot and my elder brother ordered a Thums Up. The waiter left the drinks at the table with an opener, dad opened my bottle and my brother insisted that he would open his himself. Today, I feel Thums Up has been watered down, back in the day when you drank it, you could literally feel the drink burn not just your throat but also your tummy, and you would burp with a burning sensation felt right up to your nostrils, it used to have that much of effervescence. So as my elder brother opened his Thums Up, the drink started to spill from the top. Unperturbed my brother shut the mouth of the bottle using his palm and started to lick the neck of the bottle, where the drink had spilt from, embarrassing dad to no end.

But that is how we were, we didn’t get to drink Thumps Up or Gold Spot every day, it was a rare privilege.

We did not get to go to restaurants every day, or every week or for that matter even every month. We only headed to a restaurant when our uncle came home for his two months holiday from the Army, and by restaurant, I don’t mean Glenary’s kind, I mean Bich-Galli ko Mithai Dokan kind.

However, every once in a while someone or the other would take us to a real restaurant, and Darjeeling had an amazing little collection of iconic places. Washington, Soltee, Freedom, Penang, Orient, New Dish were eternal favourites for those wanting to try Momo, Thukpa and Chow-chow (that is what we used to call it back in the day, there was no Chowmein business).

Of all my memories of heading to a restaurant as a school kid, one stands out due to the innocence of the moment. So there was this newly opened restaurant Royal Punjab, a bit above Shyam Brothers, National Store line and right below DCM. I remember we were in class 9, this was 1993. During our lunch break, my best friend from school and I headed to Royal Punjab one day. As we checked the menu we realized that we did not have enough money for food, but just enough for tea, Rs 5 for a cup (and this is when you could have ek-double Sabjee ko Momo for that price).

Since we had already settled ourselves we couldn’t walk out, so we ordered tea and waited. The server brought us two fancy looking cups with saucer (Cup-Pirich ma deko chyaa). To our shock it wasn’t tea, it was just milk. So my friend yelled at the waiter and said, “chya bhaneko, kasto dudh deko… tyo pani dhago jhundi rako raicha… we ordered tea and you brought us milk, and there is a string in it…”

The waiter looked at us funny, shook his head and without saying anything, he pulled the string and dipped it up and down, that is when we realized the string was for tea bag. Swear to God, we had never seen tea in a tea bag and this was a revelation for us. Needless to say, we were an embarrassed lot, but both of us were thrilled out of our wits.

We headed to school and told everyone what happened, such was the innocence of those days that, everyone laughed with us and not at us.

I really only started to go to restaurants once I joined college.

On a free day – which was most days actually – we would meet in front of Tallo Bata and head towards Benis cafe – Orient ko Ukkalo bhayera. Along the way, more friends would join us and by the time we reached Benis, we would have a small posse. Usually, we had Chola-bhatora at Benis, and Pankaj used to be our favourite server there.

Then we would head to Chowrasta and drink some tea again, from Mantu ko bau – he still sells tea there. A round or two of Mall road and we would head back to Chowk-bazar and end up in Narayan Das for evening snacks – as if we had worked all day :).

I loved Kachori-Chat in Narayan Das and their Raj bhog mithai was to die for, i.e. we’d have these when we had money. Else, a cup of tea with numerous glasses of water and a pack of Khukuri cigarettes were our eternal company.

Man, we could spend hours over a cup of tea and talk, lord only knows what we talked about or on, but that is what we used to do, drink tea, water and talk.

I have attempted to reminiscence about those days in a poem.

For beef lovers Nini ko dokan opposite of Old Super Market was a place to swear by for Momo, and even though I didn’t eat beef, I would just hang out with my friends. We were so regular, that Nini would offer me free tea, as I didn’t eat Momo, where else would you find such kindness, but in our good old Darjeeling.

Same was true for many restaurants we visited regularly, wherein we would eat in Banki and they would start a Lal Khata in our name

One of my closest friend was a Newar and he would usually pressure us into going to Ghaley’s in Bich-galli or to this restaurant which was tallo Bata ko ukkalo lagne sidi [I forgot its name] for his favourite Bhaisi ko Momo, sadly the place got burnt down in a fire a few years ago.

Bich-galli always amused me, it had so many amazing places where you could eat from for cheap, from all varieties of mithai to momo dokan… but of all the mithai dokan – sweet shops, our favourite was Kanhaia Lal. Usually we would end up here if we wanted to have tato-tato Julebi, 3 rupey ko ek pawa – hot Jalebis at only Rs 3 for 250 grams. Darjeeling was a cheap place to survive.

Then if you wanted to have snacks alone, we didn’t rely on Lays or Uncle Chips, for we had all the awesome shops selling bhuja, home-made chips, roasted peanuts, roasted “makai – maize” right there in Bich-galli, a perfect place to have locally made snacks.

If there was a rebellion in the restaurant business then Chok’s near Fancy Market was the original rebel restaurant in Darjeeling. Chok’s refused to cater to the new, they stuck to the old, and even though I credit Chok’s for introducing Taipo to Darjeeling, they stood out as old school when every new place in town was aspiring to look modern. Chok Dorjee the owner of Chok’s refused to play Boyzone or MLTR when it was cool to do so, they would rather play Jimmy Hendrix or Janet Joplin. This tiny restaurant defined Darjeeling in a way, we were born non-conformist and Chok’s defined that spirit.

There are some historical events that you cannot forget, for me one such incident was 9/11 terrorist attack. I still remember to this day, where I first heard the news, it was at the Paan dokan right opposite of Narayan Das. If you want to have the best Paan in Darjeeling head to this place, local legend has it that they sell Paan so big, you would shit gobar the next day.

I think it was around 1999-2000 that Bich-galli went up-scale with the opening up of Kalika restaurant. See Bich-galli as I said before, was always popular hangout place for food lovers, but the restaurants looked cramped and shabby. Kalika brought in class. They swanked up the eating place, introduced proper waiters and sold the same stuff we’d get in other Bich-galli restaurants, a bit expensive. All the college goers from those days will know what I am talking about, but if you were dating back then, you would invariably end up in Kalika.

I found the place funny though, the interiors of Kalika made it feel like inside of a night bus, but since I was dating, I didn’t mind the interiors as long as it felt classy and food was still affordable and within budget. Thank God for the fact that I had a “low maintenance” girlfriend, who loved Kalika, so we didn’t have to go anywhere else. If it wasn’t Kalika, she loved this small pop-up shop at Mall backside, where a Didi would sell Alu-dum-bhuja, chya and other assorted stuffs right at the Hawa Ghar, that lady is still there.

However, some of my other friends were not as lucky. Their girlfriends were upscale and wouldn’t want to be seen in Bich-galli, eating. They would have to head to more swankier places.

I think, growing up perhaps it was the values instilled in me by my parents who didn’t believe in wasting money heading to expensive places to eat, or perhaps it was perpetual lack of money on my person, or perhaps that I suffered from a mild form of inferiority complex, I never had the courage to head a more expensive looking place.

I remember going to Hasty Tasty in 1999 like it was yesterday, I couldn’t believe that despite paying such a high price, we had to get our own food . Before Hasty Tasty, Darjeeling didn’t have a self-serve restaurant, so that was quiet a revelation. The Park and Glenary’s were out of budget for most college goers and my friends I were no exception. To a certain extent, so was Star Dust, however we could always head there for a cup of tea or coffee just to feel being a part of the upward and mobile crowd.

I honestly feel that it was idiotic for the Stardust owners to hand over their place to CCD, as Stardust was a Darjeeling Icon much like Glenary’s or Keventers and to see an MNC which sells crap coffee and generic food take over from a local restaurant was most painful. It was particularly painful for me, as I have the fondest memories of that place.

So one time when I was in class 7, on my birthday – that rare occasion when I was flush with money – I ordered a Masala Dosa in Stardust and took it to school. Imagine, instead of chocolates or toffee, I took one Masala Dosa for everyone in class. All my classmates loved it, even though we only had tiny pieces each, but for most of us, this was the first time we had Dosa in our lives, at least for me it was. So to see Stardust change hands, was literally very painful for me.

Mentioning hangout places in Darjeeling would never be complete if we didn’t mention the watering holes. For every 18+ youth in Darjeeling, heading to a bar with their friends and getting drunk, used to be an important growing up ritual for the teenagers in our times. An all time favourite with the young revelers used to be Golden Dragon bar opposite of State Bank on Ladenla road. Despite all the modernist outlook, Darjeeling still frowned upon drinking and smoking in front of adults, so much like watching porn in a video hall, seeing a youngster in a bar was also equally frowned upon. So we had to time it right and enter the bar when there would be very less chances of adults hanging around – 11 AM on a weekday.

I still remember my first tryst with GD as it was popularly known back in the day. We were actually headed for a mid-day concert (as tickets were cheaper for day show) of Nepal’s famous Pokhaerli Samuha – bands from Pokhara – who were performing at Capital Hall. So 11 AM, we were at GD and had Gin with Fanta, instead of Gold Spot – as sadly by now MNCs had entered India – and reached the venue shit drunk. I remember forcefully getting an autograph from Karna Das of “Zindagi Ko K Bharosa” fame, Hallindai – with halka niu khojne attitude.

As I grew older, I discovered Neelamber in Bich-galli – thanks to a much older friend, Ghang-Jong on NB Singh road for Tongba and the legendary Joey’s Pub. Despite all the people writing about Joey’s Pub, I am yet to meet the owner Puran Gongba ji who is as legendary as the pub itself. Despite not meeting the owner, nothing beats the feeling of being at Joey’s – another iconic place.

No Darjeeling mention of old places and restaurants would be complete without mentioning the legendary Glenary’s. I got the opportunity to head to Glenary’s with another Darjeeling legend Late. Fr. Van Walleghem of St. Joseph’s School. We had a chance meeting and ended up becoming fast friends. He invited me to lunch one day and we went to Glenary’s. It was a special feeling. I had never entered Glenary’s before then, and honestly I was awed by the splendor of the place. The visit however, was made more memorable, as the owner Mr. Ajay Edwards who was present that day, refused to hand us the bill, as it was Fr. Van’s treat.

Thus proving, “Only in Darjeeling, relationships matter more than profit.”

I know for the kids these days, MNCs like KFC and Pizza Hut matter more, they would rather be seen in CCD drinking a Cafe Mocha then be seen in Bich-galli sipping tea. I know that kids these days would rather be sipping Coke than Thums up… I know that the youngsters would rather be seen eating Pizza than be seen slurping Thukpa… And I also know that kid these days will prefer Unique ko Mithai over Kanaiha Lal’s Julebis…. However, this I tell you, Darjeeling of today is as diverse and colourful as the Darjeeling of our times.

Maybe, we have more sophistication now, and maybe we, are more worldly wise, but still Glenary’s, Keventers, Penang, Benis, Narayan Das, and even Mantu ko bau are holding on to our roots, and therein lies the exquisite charm of Darjeeling and its hangouts. 

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