Diwali provides an occasion to stop, take a pause for breath, gather one’s loved ones, and celebrate all that is good in the world. Read about our 2012 celebrations here.
Siblings can be frustrating, can’t they? Know-it-all elder sisters. Pesky little brothers, bullying big ones. Yet despite (and because of!) this proximity, the endless chafing and bickering, a unique bond develops.
Last week, millions of Muslims around the world embarked on Ramadan, the month-long cycle of fasting, prayer and reflection, followed by Eid al-Fitr.
There’s nothing quite like Holi. Literally, you have to see it to believe it. The festival of colours, of vibrant carousing, of gentle flirting, Holi is India’s barmiest celebration.
The Velan-times Day story continues, with a daring rescue of the Desi wife from treacherous villains in the nick of time. Release the Velan Shakti!
We felt a responsibility to turn uninspiring Christmas dinners into something amazing. Something that friends would squabble over the scraps of. A Bombay Party in your mouth, so to speak.
A conversation revisited…Cold, rainy morning, not very long ago in a comfortable booth at Dishoom on St Martin’s Lane. A motley crew of Dishoom-wallahs, mulling over ideas for Christmas.
Diwali draws near, and with it fireworks and celebrations. But it’s also worth remembering the story of Diwali, passed lovingly on through generations. A tale of daring, of wonder. Of chariots flying across the sky, of the wise monkey god leaping the ocean.
It was a loopy premise, even for a pop-up. ‘What if an old Bombay Cafe were to take a gentle stroll down to Chowpatty Beach in about 1965 and drop a mild acid tab?’ But now, the crazy colourful summer is fading into grey-brown autumn. Say goodbye to Dishoom Chowpatty Beach one last time.