Pashatuks is friends with anyone who loves to experience different flavours of life at the drop of a hat. Anyone who can say "what the heck, its only one life,lets get out and experience one more experience" and set forth to conquer new horizons.
Ordering the final food menu was a time consuming affair as we were spoilt for choice, but once done, we are back to doing what we excel at- enjoying life.
We were in perfect harmony with the backpackers from all over the world.
Financial year end, huge pay cuts by the taxmen,end of the month syndrome never stops our friends from stepping forth to yet another experience.
Paharganj, the backpackers paradise in Delhi, the melting culture and cuisine pot, where everything is affordable and authentic. Just the place for a few hours of losing ourselves into a world unfamiliar.
Taking cars to the area can be a nightmare and Pashatuks and friends decided to do the metro ride to the nearest available metro station(RK Ashram).
We decide to meet up at a common Metro station and the first batch of people trickle in. The enthusiasm levels are high and mood infections and we turn many heads of other travellers with our incessant chatter. Soon the others join us and we board the train that pulled in - all 14 of us. For a lot of us, a Metro ride is an experience.
The regular users of this mode of conveyance were hugely entertained by the groups antics.
Undeterred we got off at RK Ashram metro stop and boarded the E rikkas or Tuktuks, the battery operated vehicles which charge INR 10 to transport a passenger from one place to another.
Winding through the gulleys of Paharganj, one cannot be be awed at the vibrancy of the place. In a city that normally shuts down after 9pm, this place feels that the evening has just begun around 9:30 pm as we wind our way through the brightly lit buildings on both sides affording cheap accommodation(as low as INR 250 per night), chairs laid out on the roads, serving as instant cafes and delectable aromas wafting every step that we move forward.
Fruit sellers who speak English(thanks to the back packing community who find this a haven in Delhi), a free wheeling acceptance of everything,( we were even applauded for "singing we shall overcome" in the middle of the road), it wasn't difficult to figure out why the moral brigade avoided this place like the plague.
We were told that the most Indian sounding names sound the most authentic European and Israeli cuisine.
Backpackers from all over the world make this place their home, not just for days but months at a stretch.One finds plenty of foreign currency exchangers dotted all across the place. No one gives us a second glance as we boisterously bumble through our roads merrily on our TukTuks. They are too used to people like us.
We stop at the innocuous sounding name Hotel Vivek, where we have been told that the best steak in town is served(only the menu says its Stick, not steak).
Sams Bar serves alcohol only on the 1st floor. They have a beautiful rooftop restaurant, replete with plants and what have you. The reason Pashatuks decided against the rooftop was that no alcohol is served at the rooftop.
There is no such thing as Dry Days in Paharganj- we discovered much to our delight as we ordered pitchers of chilled draught Beer, which is available in 3 sizes- 1 ltr, 2 ltrs and 3 ltrs (size matters after all), with finger chips and papads(watch out if you cant handle spice- the papads are spice bombs)
Seasoned travellers that we all are we decided against going for heavy snacks as we intended to do justice to the meal upcoming.
English Retro music belted out was a very welcome change from the standard bollywood Punjabi music that one gets at almost all fine dine Delhi eateries and the beer binging with like minded individuals began in dead earnest.
Topics changing from the origins of Woodstock to the closer at
home Politics reigned supreme, as Tina Turner, Cyndi Lauper and that generation of music makers drowned our senses in their inimitable style.
The happiness quotient increased as the beer went into the bellies and food ordered was random from the Austrian Schnitzel made to perfection fused with Pita bread and humus, to Lasagne to Lafa(the Israeli wrap) to the common Chinese Noodles and chilly chicken.
We were in perfect harmony with the backpackers from all over the world.
All too soon dinner was over and it was time for payment of bill. The reasonable amount of the bill made us promise to come back here whenever we needed to let off some steam without digging deep into our wallets.
We paid the bills and decided to walk back to the metro station braving a religious procession and singing songs at the top of our voices.
There was not a soul who was unsatisfied this evening and Pashatuks welcomes more like minded people for such experiences in the days to come.
The metro ride back was fun as most of us got seating and we were tucked into our beds by midnight. Before the coach turned into a pumpkin.