On monday night we went to a restaurant which was on a hill near Vagator and since the Goa season is somewhat coming to an end, it was also pretty scary to reach the place as the whole road was unlit. Our spirits lifted when we stepped into the place
The restaurant called "Sri" was highly recommended by our neighbour who is an irishman. Greg, and his friends have proclaimed themselves as the Goa Tourism Board.
There is a very close knit expat community in Goa who live here for the greater part of the year. They only go back to their respective countries for visa renewal and to visit friends & family. They live life fully.
Having fulfilled their life's responsibilities , they are here to live life for themselves. Not for anybody else. There is no sense of being a martyr, nor are they stuck in a job they dont like. They do yoga, swim, read books, sun bathe, drink, smoke, eat and chill.
They embody the true spirit of Goa !! No wonder they have conferred that title upon themselves.
Well, coming back to Sri, it was an experience quite different, unique in a way. A large Shiva & Buddha statue was the first to be seen at the entrance and this set the mood for what one could expect inside. As we prodded on we were greeted with a mix of a large wall painted with another Shiva with flowing wild hair, a calm Buddha on the opposite, sprinkled with tiffany lamps in the middle and kitsch curtains bellowing in the wind. The music was French lounge and the walls were adorned with art ranging from Gandhi to Scream masks to Goblins to Flower power. A large Royal Enfield dominated the centre of the restaurant.
It was nothing like i had ever seen before; and then, i met the owner. The story revealed as soon as i saw him. The gentleman had exhibited all that he liked or believed in. Walking into his restaurant was like walking into a collage show of his life. It was colourful, eclectic, thought provoking and exciting.
I often see homes of close friends and find them either a straight lift from an interior magazine or i feel like i have walked into the Home section of a Lifestyle Mall. There is no identity apart from some photo frames which give away the owner.
I like homes which stay in the mind long after you have left them. A mirror to the owners personality and not merely governed by what the latest copy of Femina says.
Your house is your sanctum. its a place where you just be... well you!! And when you invite someone to your house, you make him privy to your life, your thoughts, things you appreciate through art, movies, books or posters. Its a reflection of you and your guests learn much more about you other than your social behaviour.
Its amazing how one can do a complete personality assessment by just observing the way a person lives. Is he organized, is he well read, does comfort supercede everything , is he influenced by other people's opinions, is he careless, is he environment conscious, is he religious and on and on and on.
Take a leaf out of this and reflect.
Does your house speak of you?
The restaurant called "Sri" was highly recommended by our neighbour who is an irishman. Greg, and his friends have proclaimed themselves as the Goa Tourism Board.
There is a very close knit expat community in Goa who live here for the greater part of the year. They only go back to their respective countries for visa renewal and to visit friends & family. They live life fully.
Having fulfilled their life's responsibilities , they are here to live life for themselves. Not for anybody else. There is no sense of being a martyr, nor are they stuck in a job they dont like. They do yoga, swim, read books, sun bathe, drink, smoke, eat and chill.
They embody the true spirit of Goa !! No wonder they have conferred that title upon themselves.
Well, coming back to Sri, it was an experience quite different, unique in a way. A large Shiva & Buddha statue was the first to be seen at the entrance and this set the mood for what one could expect inside. As we prodded on we were greeted with a mix of a large wall painted with another Shiva with flowing wild hair, a calm Buddha on the opposite, sprinkled with tiffany lamps in the middle and kitsch curtains bellowing in the wind. The music was French lounge and the walls were adorned with art ranging from Gandhi to Scream masks to Goblins to Flower power. A large Royal Enfield dominated the centre of the restaurant.
It was nothing like i had ever seen before; and then, i met the owner. The story revealed as soon as i saw him. The gentleman had exhibited all that he liked or believed in. Walking into his restaurant was like walking into a collage show of his life. It was colourful, eclectic, thought provoking and exciting.
I often see homes of close friends and find them either a straight lift from an interior magazine or i feel like i have walked into the Home section of a Lifestyle Mall. There is no identity apart from some photo frames which give away the owner.
I like homes which stay in the mind long after you have left them. A mirror to the owners personality and not merely governed by what the latest copy of Femina says.
Your house is your sanctum. its a place where you just be... well you!! And when you invite someone to your house, you make him privy to your life, your thoughts, things you appreciate through art, movies, books or posters. Its a reflection of you and your guests learn much more about you other than your social behaviour.
Its amazing how one can do a complete personality assessment by just observing the way a person lives. Is he organized, is he well read, does comfort supercede everything , is he influenced by other people's opinions, is he careless, is he environment conscious, is he religious and on and on and on.
Take a leaf out of this and reflect.
Does your house speak of you?
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