I went. To the Mission. Its a neighborhood undergoing gentrification if you ask the politicians to describe it. I found the ambience borderline unpleasant but with some distinct and interesting latin artwork on the local homes - there was no latin just some paitings and murals typifying the style of Latin America. Some blocks I crossed seemed rife with its share of street hoodlums and shady individuals with the decay that comes of being a neglected part of town. The reason I embarked on the trip was to sample what is called Goan /coastal Maharashtra cuisine. Goa is a portuguese establishment on the west central coast of India and today one of its state. Logistically and culturally a food scene defined by the bounty of the ocean along with rice and coconut as well as with tropical fruit constitues the meal and the preparations. The place I went to was called Gajalee (I am told they have sister or parent - being the original - concerns in Bombay too). The word signifies infor...
Among human crayons I am Brown. Also, my thoughts bounce around and resemble the idea of Brownian motion. This blog is an interface for the reader into this unique jello I call my mind. A mind so fertile anything grows. An agnostic yet curious mind. A mind attempting the Horatian or Kabirism maxim of Carpe Diem or Aaj kareso aab. Rated W I L D for wilfully irritating to large demographic is sometimes the latter - graphic in its descriptions. Caveat Lector!