Home sweet home

When I first stepped on Kabul,I was glad that I live in Mumbai but when I landed in Malayasia I felt like settling there. but within few days i started feeling homesick.

Chinchau was the first local drink I had in Malayasia.obviously it didnt suit my taste buds.later i was warned by my line producer not to experiment with food,as it could taste wierd. but i still took a chance once in a while as i love to experiment.Apart from fish and dosa i also had the thinnest noodles and the most unusual desert,a fried ice cream.but where do i get mom's home made food.

well if i ask you there is one thing in common between kabul and malayasia what would it be? ITS PEOPLE. We recived utmost hospitality and care by the locals( not to forget,the producer Mr Solo and his team )whom we started missing on the last day.There fore i repeat , every country has building,rivers,mountains but what makes it different is mainly its people.

Who says Mumbai’s rickshawala’s are a nuisance, sometimes passengers too can be….

Yesterday I was supposed to meet a friend at CCD, Juhu. After waiting for a while I got a frantic call from my friend, saying “ hey Sharmista , I think I am lost.” I was sure by now she knew half of juhu area. Moreover she was frustrated not only because she was lost but also because she had a meeting with a painful and idiotic Client that day.
Atlast we met .She narrated her whole experience of getting lost and that the poor rickshawala finally got frustrated as he too didn’t know the way. He yelled at her“ Aap ko khud pata nahi aapko kaha jaana hai?” She instantly replied, “ Bhaiya raaste ka kya bol rahe ho ,mujhe mere life mein kahan jana hai pata nahi.The rickshawala was zapped .He didn’t utter a single word after that and took her straight to CCD without asking for directions. I couldn’t stop laughing !!!