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Cholle Bhature !!!

As in Rome do as Romans do. Totally agreeable. That's what I have been doing for the past 18 months. But unfortunately Bangalore is not commensurate to Rome. Its been a long while thriving on idlis, dosas, khara baths and many such commodities(cant term them as food items) that miss out the rudimentary punjabi taste. Whenever I get back to Delhi I get so excited to visit the renowned Chotti Hatti (renowned only in our part of the city) to have the oiliest and yummiest of Cholle Bhature. The delectable pakvaan resurrects memories of school days when we used to bunk classes and rush through a plate of it. Makes one nostalgic about the boyhood days. But I am glad that the same flavour in the Cholle Bhature still exists. I have planned to visit many such dhabas and eatouts all over the city during my visit. It will be 10 beautiful days and I wanna make the most of opportunities to eat a lot and hang around with old pals. Friends and family are cajoling me to get back to Delhi and work from here. I have a lot of things in my mind right now. Once I am through with my GMAT and get into a decent B-school it would relieve a hell lot of pressure off my shoulders. Its a long journey from Cholle Bhature to Berkeley and the challenge is to identify the right track. Wish I find it soon and reach my destination ASAP. Amen!!!
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