Ah, the Naren is in the Srinagar. In Srinagar you get the most awesome food, fuck just thinking of the Ghostaba makes me salivate. Damn. Lucky bugger. And here I am in Delhi finally going to a gym. Should help me get to a decent BMI. Really, I've had enough of the 'beached whale' jokes.
There is a new caterer in the office canteen, and the food is noticably better. Seems less watered down and tasted better, though that said I should restart getting lunch from home. The problem being a journo sometimes is that you often have no clue where you end up at lunchtime and getting food from home usually means that it goes waste. Though, I must get someone to take me to Traventino at the Oberoi, I believe it is really good. The adjacent Three Sixty restuarant is amazingly good, they have the only good sushi I've had in Delhi.
For sushi though I believe you have to this one place in Manhattan called Naboo. Like the planet in Star Wars, but its owned by Robert DiNiro and is run by an Argetinian-born Japanese cook called Mr Naboo. Now I never went there, but my cuz, who is an extremely overpaid person did. Seven courses, with one morsel each and for the nice price of $200. But, its supposed to be spectacular, and even the toppest of top people can't get in there supposedly. God knows how my cuz managed.
While Naren is cooling his heels in Srinagar, I'm off to Agra for some Microsoft sponsored BS. But that is on Tuesday. There is a Formula One race in between then and now. I hope the Ferrari F2005 can do something now that the Scuderia have finally launched it and stop the rampaging Renaults and make the Flav man chill a bit.
I see we are giving the Paki boys a bit of a whipping in the one dayer. Anyway, let me get some work done and will report back after the evening exercise.
Actually maybe before that.