A-Z of Singapore - E for East Coast Park

Located at eastern end of Singapore, the East Coast Park (or ECP) is a must-visit place in Singapore. A beach park built completely on reclaimed land, ECP serves as one of the "natural" wonders of Singapore.

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The largest park in Singapore, it also has a man-made beach where it is possible to swim (not that we cannot in the natural one, of course). On one side runs the ECP expressway that connects to the city. It perhaps is the most ideal place to enjoy a quiet evening all by yourself, or for family picnics.

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Numerous barbeque pits adorn the place all along its length (which is really huge). Considering that ECP is open round the clock round the year, many groups take refuge in these pits on weekend nights and drink all night long. I personally have done so with a group of friends where we drank till about 6 AM the following morning. The best thing is, many benches and shelters are found close to each pit that once you are sloshed, you can go flat on these; wake up the next morning and try to get the hangover off with sea water and head back home.

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Cycle tracks can also be found, and it is possible to rent cycle on a per-hour or per-day basis. The tracks run for more than atleast 5-8 kilometers in length.

The ideal place to spend time with friends or family, ECP sure serves its purpose of bonding people together. And the view from the park is just absolutely breathtaking.

-Prashanth

A-Z of Singapore - D for Duxton Hill

Duxton Hill in Singapore has a long history. Going way back to the 1800s as a nutmeg plantation, it has undergone much transformation to right now consisting of colonial style buildings and some sleazy bars.

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Popular among the rickshaw pullers back in the colonial times owing to its proximity to the rickshaw station, Duxton hill later transformed itself to an opium trading and gambling hub. Duxton Road, one of the few roads that have been built on the hill housed several cheap brothels

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I personally have walked on Duxton Road every single day for about a month, when I was interning with a startup. Looking at the picture in B&W above, I realize that not a single building has changed along this road. Only the cars have.

Today, Duxton Hill & Duxton Road serve as home to a few commercial establishments and a fairly few number of sleazy bars as well. Atleast, that's what it looks like from the outside. What I really like about this place though, is that when you walk along it in the evenings and let your mind wander, you tend to get back to the colonial days and imagine which rickshaw puller would have parked his rickshaw here; which gang fight took place here etc.

Personally, I'd recommend this place to any visitor to Singapore, apart from the usual places of visit.

-Prashanth

A-Z of Singapore - C for Clarke Quay

The very sound of this place gives me such joy. A historic river side quay, CQ is a drinking paradise. Located along one of Singapore's rivers (that's a given, since it is a river side quay), CQ is home to scores of pubs and bars, some sleazy and some really worth the money.

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So basically, you have the river in the middle and on either side, it is paradise. On one side is Clarke Quay, the main hub of alcoholic commerce and on the other side is River Side Point, where my favorite pub is located - Harrys ! And this whole place is an absolute eye-candy for both sexes. Everywhere you turn, one is bound to say 'Holy cow'. Just sitting along the riverside and staring at the people walk by gives such pleasure.

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Depending on how much money we have, if we are rich enough, we head to Harrys. Their premium beer is the most amazing drink ever - brewed to perfection indeed. If we aren't so rich, we purchase a couple of tins of beer from the 7-11 nearby and sit by the riverside and drink our way out. That's the beauty of Clarke Quay - sitting on the footsteps of the riverside and make all the noise you want, do anything you please but as long as you are aware of the limits. You don't disturb anyone; no one else disturbs you. Not even the police, no. Sipping on a bottle of Long Island Tea by the river side is sometimes the best.

The bridge @ Clarke Quay is again an amazing spot. Weekend nights, the bridge would be full (not just by numbers). Friends, colleagues, partners, well just about anyone would be on the bridge, drinking away all night long. Sometimes, late in the night around 3 you can actually see people sloshed up and crashing on the bridge, too inebriated to even take a cab back home.

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Overall, if you have sufficient money, and a great passion to get drunk, CQ is the place to be. How many of you are coming down here to visit CQ?

-Prashanth

A-Z of Singapore - B for Bugis

Bugis - one of the places in Singapore that never sleeps. No, I mean literally.

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Bugis has a very long and dark history associated with it. Many years back, Bugis served as the red light district of Singapore where anything and everything was possible. Although, it is widely said to be flooded with people today referred to as "trans-women". Bugis also founded the city's "pub" tradition, which in fact goes way back to the 60s. Back in its days of "glory", the streets of Bugis attracted many a Caucasian men who had never witnessed "Asia" in its true spirit and color.

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Ironically, this contributed majorly to the country's tourism economy and the whole area flourished in all grandeur.

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And then, things slowly changed and Bugis became one of the commercial hubs of Singapore. Of particular significance is the Bugis street, which is one of the largest and busiest shopping locations in Singapore.

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Much like our very own Burma Bazaar and China Bazaar, you can get almost everything imaginable and bargain your brains out. As for quality, well it sure isn't the best, but it is not bad as well, as long as you know what to buy.

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On the other side of Bugis Street is the Bugis Junction Shopping Mall. One of the largest in Singapore, it is another shoppers paradise. The food court sure is one of the biggest, and smelliest ones I have seen in Singapore. But walking around the food court is surely a wonderful experience.

Alas, when I went yesterday, I wanted to take some snaps, but that is exactly when my phone decided to die down. But sure enough, I'd visit another day and make up for it.

-Prashanth

A-Z of Singapore - A for AYE

Inspired by all the people who took up the recent A-Z blogging marathon, I decide to give it a shot too. Sadly, I couldn't take part in the marathon due to exams. But the whole purpose is to boost the spirit of blogging. So, anytime is good time.

AYE - Ayer Rajah Expressway

Most cities in the world owes its very existence, very survival to a landmark tourist place. Be it the Queen's Palace in London, or the Eiffel Tower in Paris. But Singapore is known for its uniqueness. The very survival of Singapore runs fairly long. It owes much of its daily life to the Ayer Rajah Expressway; or better known as AYE.

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Singapore is supported by a few major expressways such as:
1. Ayer Rajah Expressway (AYE)
2. Pan Island Expressway (PIE)
3. Central Expressway (CTE)
4. Kallang - Payalebar Expressway (KPE)
5. East Coast Parkway (ECP)

Of all these, one that is most extensively used is the AYE. During peak hours, the expressway gets clogged up with cars of different sizes, shapes and stature. You could find an Audi rarely a Chrysler zooming across, and you can also find a Chevrolet Spark, petitely driving by.

AYE has around 25 plus exits, each connecting different parts of the city. The logic being, you can get on to AYE from any part of the city within five minutes and drive along till you want to get to another part. Something like our Ring Roads, but only its a lot more sophisticated in its setup.

During peak hours, drivers are charged extra for the usage of AYE. This is to promote the use of public transport. Yet, affluent Singaporeans are ready to bear extra expenses, to the tune that during peak hours, there is a huge traffic jam on the expressway, only it is very orderly.

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 All said, AYE sure serves as the lifeline of Singapore.

Miracle or coincidence?

Remember those times when you 'hope' for something knowing fully well the chances of it happening are very rare? Like if your music player is on shuffle mode and suddenly you are reminded of a song, but lazy to scroll down to it and out of nowhere that song plays? Well, is that a miracle? A coincidence? I believe there is a thin line between the two and one can never see the difference.

To most people, once is a coincidence, twice is somewhat of a coincidence, but beyond a point, it is more of a miracle. Of course, these numbers are absolutely relative

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Our heritage is just jam-packed with such ambiguities. What might seem to be a coincidence might turn to be realized as a miracle much later. Imagine this. I am going to quote two incidents from my own life.

The first one happened sometime around seven years back. Dad, mom and myself were on the way from Chennai to Trichy to attend the SASTRA counselling. That was also the time when I was waiting for results from PSG Tech as well, and I was really hoping to get there instead of SASTRA. But it seemed difficult. Legend has it that when you cross the Cauvery bridge between Srirangam and Trichy, you drop a coin into the river praying for something and it is bound to happen. So, the train crosses this bridge and dad asks me to drop a coin. I did. And trust me, moment the train crossed the bridge, I get a call from PSG asking me to appear for an interview with their admissions office. Miracle? Coincidence?

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The second one happened a few weeks back. I was really clueless about my intern options and one particular week, was extremely dejected. So, I decided to visit a mandir which I used to go to regularly till end of last year (somehow, couldn't go for around four months). I go to the temple, sit and just keep calm for a while. Some fifteen minutes later, I had calmed down, so I left and took a cab back home. Two minutes into the cab, I get a call from one of the companies I applied to, asking me if I was available for interview the following day. Again, miracle? Coincidence?

Honestly, I find it very hard to separate the two, or point out at either of them. Perhaps, few years back, I would have called it coincidence, but now, I may not be so sure to call it one. Yet, I don't completely agree that it is a miracle. Like I said, there is a wafer thin difference between the two, and try as one may, it is hard to tell the two apart.

Yet, fact remains that some incidents in our lives are certainly way beyond our control and are destined to be so. The way universe operates in this aspect is really hard and complex, we cannot even think of trying to comprehend, let alone accept. The only thing we can accept is how events unfold and play along with forces beyond us.

What's your take on this?

-Prashanth

Netherlands -> Singapore - a tulip journey

So, last Wednesday, I wanted to celebrate. Well, I had just completed my exams (or hoping I clear each of them, to be precise) and wanted to rejoice after all the hard work. And a friend of mine wanted to go to Gardens by the Bay, one of Singapore's prime tourist attractions. His mother was to return to Chennai a few days later and he wanted to take her there. I was glad to say ok.

After reaching the Gardens, I was in for a happy surprise. Remember that old Hindi song Dekha Ek Khwaab where the erstwhile Bollywood heartthrob Rekha used to run along some Tulip Gardens? Or our very Sada dancing away to Vikram's Kumari? The tulip gardens of Netherlands? Well, the tulips were here, right in tropical Singapore.

 KLM, the official airline of Netherlands transports around 2000 kg of tulip buds each year across the globe for such garden shows in different countries. How can Singapore alone be left behind? The island is well known for going out of its way to bring in things that are not naturally available. And that is just what they did. Bring the tulips of Netherlands to the Gardens of Singapore.

And the whole setup was too huge, truly spectacular. Anyone out there in the gardens is bound to become a romantic, atleast for a while. I sure did. What was even more beautiful was, each tulip variety was accompanied by a fact about the world famous tulip mania of Netherlands. What I am going to do is, put up a picture with each fact I can recollect, in no particular order

1. Back in the Ottoman Empire times, tulips were extremely expensive for ordinary people to afford. Slowly, it thus became a symbol of perfect love where a Turkish boy would save up enough to purchase a red flamed tulip for the girl he loved

2. Tulips of different colors carry different meanings. e.g. Red - true love, pink - affection and care, orange - energy and enthusiasm, purple - royalty and wealth etc.

3. Tulips come in a vibrant variety of colors like red, yellow, purple etc., but never in blue

4. The months of April - May are the most ideal for flowering

5. Tulip is the national flower of Turkey

6. There are almost 3000 varieties of tulips, each with a different name. That's 3000 different names

7. Tulips generally have around 2-4 leaves only. Some rare species have upto 12

8. Most tulips have a life span of 3-7 days only

9. Tulips are best grown in climates having a long, cool spring and early summer

 10. Though Netherlands is the largest cultivator of tulips, the origins are traced back to Central Asia.

11. Tulip means turban in the Turkish language

 12. Certain varieties of tulips have medicinal value

So, how was your journey?

Of Mavadu among others

I am a die hard fanatic of Mavadu pickle. The slightly sour, but much spicy pickle that is a delicacy among most TamBrahms, is something to crave for, big time. And I always do.

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I vividly recall my grandmother meticulously making a jar full of mavadu each year just so that I am happy. Back when she used to walk around much more, the two of us would go to the shop, handpick the raw mavadu, go to supermarkets nearby to buy the other ingredients just for this, even though everything would already be at home. But no, mavadu is always special. Once back home, she would set to work, and make the pickle with such dedication that I cannot remember a single time when it went even a bit out of taste. No, it was just perfection each year. We would always ensure that the stock lasts for atleast a good six months. The six month period is mainly so that we build up our craving over the other six months.

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The taste - well, it cannot be explained at all. Curd rice and mavadu - the combo is the best and nothing can match upto it (maybe curd rice and mangoes to an extent, but not much of a competition). The beauty of it is when you take the very first bite and a sensation just hits you right in the brain momentarily. The feeling is just absolute bliss. One has to experience it first hand to understand what it feels like

Why do I write so much about mavadu, you may wonder. Well, grandmom has just sent an entire jar of tasty delicious mavadu here to Singapore. So, well, you know the rest right?

Of cocktail parties and beaches

So, this has turned out to be one legendary weekend. Long, but nonetheless fun. It had a bit of best and worst, in not so equal measures. This is what happened.

On Friday night, I was invited to a cocktail party by someone I know here. This person had an extra complimentary ticket and asked me if I could join. Well, who would say no? Free food and free booze - isn't that what every man dreams of. So I immediately said yes. There was just one problem though. It was a formal party - by that I mean a suit and tie party. I didn't have both. I somehow managed to borrow one from a friend's friend (which fit my size, that being the most important) and was good to go.

Now, this cocktail party was more of a fund raiser event. And being a student, I was in no position to contribute anything. So, with just good wishes in mind and heart, I reached the venue around 8 PM. That's when I realized I was in the midst of the 'who is who' in this place. Big shots all around, and I really felt a bit out of place. Until the alcohol was brought in.

Thankfully, I found a bunch of people around my age and they kept me company for the evening. We had some really nice moments and they did everything in their capacity to make me feel welcome. Atleast, outwardly. Or genuinely. Anyway, we were eating and drinking and drinking and eating and well you get the picture, right? At last count I had had around 10 rounds of whiskey. And then came the chief guest. And the wine.After his speech, there was a bit of interaction among everyone present and I was stuck with a middle aged couple, who turned out to be really sweet. I sat with them for the main course and they spoke highly of Indians and how they take care of their parents. That sure did feel nice.

The night went on for a while longer than I'd expected and finally when it was time to leave, I was about to hail a cab back home, when another middle aged uncle offered to drop me off home, as his house was just near mine. Thankfully, I was spared of the cab charges.

So I thought this is where the weekend gala would end. And I was so wrong.

Waking up on Saturday afternoon, I had to go to a friend's place to celebrate the birthday of another friend. So, the entire group came up, and the birthday boy was genuinely surprised. Party poppers, cake, sprite, the bumps - well the usual happened.

And then another friend calls up and asks me to come over to ECP for a night out session. Basically, the park has scores of barbeque pits where you can sit and drink your way off, right next to the beach. And its open all night, and no one bothers you as long as you don't bother others. There's a long cycling/jogging trek along the shore and it is one of the most blissful places in Singapore. And we were to spend the night at the beach drinking. What more can one ask for?

The night started off around 11 with a round of whiskey, another round of whiskey and on to vodka, beer, rum, breezer and on and on. Talk, drink, lie down on the beach - well the sequence pretty much repeated. And who else can keep you good company apart from Ilayaraja, especially when you are drunk and get into your philosophical best.

Some people were sloshed, some dozed off on the bench, and some of us were up talking the entire night, right until 7 in the morning, when we decided to call it a day. Heading back to Little India for a well deserved breakfast of Idly vadai and filter kaapi, the weekend seemed to have ended.

Putting up a few pics of the sunrise from the beach.

Puli Paruppu - paati's own recipe

Disclaimer : Ok, this is the first time I am writing a recipe on my blog. So, if it isn't exactly in the usual format (if there is one), please don't mind.

My paati and mother have always made this recipe called puli paruppu. And from times I can remember, I have only tasted it. Today was my turn to cook for my roommates and I was too lazy to cut any vegetables. And I didn't want to make any authentic sambhar, because all of us are too bored already. So I thought about attempting to make puli paruppu. Called my mom immediately, disturbed her in the midst of her office work and got the recipe and just made it. Speaking to Deepa Iyer (an amazing foodie blogger, who cooks and eats here), I thought why not share the recipe. So, here goes.

Puli Paruppu - paati's own recipe

Ingredients :

Mustard seeds (kadugu) - 1/2 tsp
Cumin seeds (jeeragam) - 1/2 tsp
Fenugreek (vendayam) - 1/2 tsp
Urad dal - 1/2 tsp
Channa dal - 1/2 tsp
Toor dal - 2 cups
Salt - to taste
Turmeric powder - 1/2 tsp
Chilli powder - 1 tsp
Dried red chilli - 4 to 5
Tamarind - 1 orange size (soaked and pureed in two to three cups of water)
Asafoetida - to sprinkle
Curry leaves

Method :

1. Boil toor dal in a pressure cooker until 5-6 whistles, so that it becomes a little soft, pastelike.
2. Heat oil in a thick bottom pan; temper mustard seeds, cumin seeds, fenugreek, asafoetida and curry leaves
3. Add dried red chilli, urad dal, channa dal till the dal becomes golden brown.
4. Pour the tamarind water into the pan and allow it to boil for about five minutes. Add salt, turmeric powder and chilli powder.
5. Once the mix has boiled well, add the toor dal paste and continue to boil. Stir continuously.
6. If it is thin, add some rice flour mixed with water to thicken the gravy.

 Serve hot with rice and eat well.

PS: This goes too well with potato fry and arisi appalam