By refusing to get drawn into it and being a party to its escalation, we can avert needless confrontations. If you do not remain detached from it, all your judgment is bound to get clouded.If the relationship matters to you, then you can try broaching the subject when tempers have cooled. It is probably the other person’s karma that this started.At such times we need to realise that the key to peace is in our hands and recognise drama when it is unfolding. If the other person has quietened down sufficiently, good for you but if he/she chooses to remain angry and wants to fight, there is no point in attempting a dialogue in that surcharged state. Believe me this works and things happen before your eyes.Pray for the other person and ask God’s help in order that better sense may prevail and the relationship is harmonised.The writer is a Reiki channel, yoga practitioner and a spiritual seeker. Telling people to calm down never works — it only leads to a new argument. That is how we should look at  our confrontations and diغير مجاز مي باشدreements as well.If in spite of one’s best efforts things spiral out of control, maybe the confrontation or showdown was bound to happen for some good to emerge. Look for the lessons.

A few days back I was Hard Cover Notebook Factory in the Great Rann of Kutch, an unbelievably huge expanse of white desert.Parallely, try to wade through the maze before you and figure where it is all coming from — baggage from the past which the other person is holding on to or some recent development or disappointment (even children struggle to deal with this) or just plain DNA. How you respond is in your control. About two hundred people may have been there in this desert at that point and each one looked like an insignificant speck. Nothing ever happens, no one ever crosses your path at a given moment without divine sanction (sounds unbelievable but sometimes the planets portend such run-ins).. Harness the power of meditation, energy techniques, yoga, tai chi, sport. It could be a child in the middle of a tantrum, a spouse being unreasonable, or the person at the other end of the so called helpline complicating matters and worse still being rude when your laptop is on the blink, or the nitwit on the road who raises your hackles with his daredevilry.Also gain some perspective. Your energies would have been conserved and wisdom will emerge naturally. whatever works for you.. One needs experience even in getting better at handling these situations.

Once the  glorious sun dipped into the horizon and dissolved so to speak,  people lost no time in hurrying to go back before darkness enveloped the place. Life too is like that.No matter how anchored or balanced we think we are, there are circumstances and people that can periodically throw us completely off kilter ruining all manner of peace. Pull down the curtains and move on. Walking away or responding without agitation or without wasting words takes the wind out of the sails. As the curtains come down on one day we move on to the next.By heightening our peace aura with a variety of tools we can lower our anger threshold and equip ourselves for such meltdowns. We were all waiting to catch that spectacular sight of the sun setting.

At Olympia, reputed to be one of the first restaurants to open in Colaba, the chef’s Midas touch stretches to all things meaty, and evokes opulent north Indian cooking — biryani, kebab, khichda, paya.Downstairs, veer off towards Good Earth, spangled with expensive curiosities. Or perhaps a marriage of the two, a swiftly-fried egg cooked on a bed of kheema.Across the road is Regal Cinema, an art deco masterpiece designed by Charles Stevens, and diagonally across is Sahakari Bhandar, once the Majestic Hotel designed by the same firm that worked on the Taj Mahal hotel.e. (A nugget: Joseph Conrad once stayed here in the 1880s).. demure cucumber sandwiches, scones crowned with jam and clotted cream along with a retinue of pastry. Or you could choose to go further afield with Sea Lounge’s extended high tea, which includes a bacchanal of Indian, Western, and South East Asian dishes. Gazing at the sea limned with the haze of twilight, with a companion beer, is how I choose to still my heart after long, noxious days. Today, it threads body and soul together in the long interval between breakfast and lunch. Colaba is speckled with art galleries and spaces, most of which are worth at least a gander — think Project 88, Galerie Mirchandani + Steinruecke, TARQ. Start at Buckley Court and end at Woodside Inn, walking past the Cathedral of the Holy Name, the Archbishop’s House, Fort Convent School, Tanna House, and my favourite building in Mumbai, the crumbling, faded Schoen House: once a grand mansion built by a Parsi gentleman, it is today a ghostly echo of a vanished world.

In spite of wincing prices, I would encourage you towards tea at Taj Mahal hotel’s Sea Lounge, a Mumbai icon in itself and a hop, skip and jump from Woodside Inn. It is how we begin (and end) our Colaba stroll – with a full belly.But at the end, there is always Bademiya. Then pootle over to what may possibly be my favourite street in Mumbai, Wodehouse Road (now Nathalal Parikh Marg). A full stomach is a beautiful thing. Sindhi food, but also the sour, sweet, spicy, savoury alchemy of chaat.For lunch, I usually choose to dock at one of four restaurants — unostentatious Paradise, run by a chatty Parsi couple from Gamadia Colony, is an homage to humble yet full-flavoured Parsi cooking; Baba Ling’s Ling’s Pavilion for its bacon pot rice, crisp bean sprouts with a staccato of prawns, and buoyant, tender, pork soup dumplings alchemised with freckles of ginger and soy sauce; Kainaz Messman’s Theobroma, which serves plush chip butties and bacon butties, the soft bread generously lacquered with butter; and Martin’s, which answers the siren call for exemplary beef chilly fry and Goa sauغير مجاز مي باشدes.e.—By arrangement with citystory.Now we yo-yo back to the NGMA, not just a shrine to art, both Indian and international, but also a space for freedom rallies, concerts and exhibitions. Then onto Merewether Road (now Boman Cowasji Boman Behram Marg), where the sea is flanked by handsome 19th Century arcaded buildings, for “a glimpse of the well-planned Port Trust residential housing development.After lunch, stagger out of the crushing heat and into the Afghan Church, a Gothic Revival dirge to all those martyred in the Anglo-Afghan war of 1838. Inside, a tesserae of antiquities, salvaged from across the country – think Mughal miniatures, Rajput art, and Maratha relics.com. I am especially besotted by its pani puri with its low hum of heat, an igniting, bracing snack that has often stitched together days that have threatened to fall apart.Just before the sun scalds the skies at noon, walk down Colaba Causeway to Kailash Parbat.After breakfast, walk backwards to Wellington Fountain, named for the Duke of Wellington’s victories in battle — Colaba unspools from here. Made memorable by its finely-embellished Gothic architecture, 42 panels of delicate stained glass, and a grand altar, it was opened to the public in 1858. To your left, the palimpsestic Gothic Maharashtra State Police Headquarters, whose history unravels to reveal a stint as the Royal Alfred Sailors Home, which was pitched on Mendham’s Point, the oldest English cemetery in Mumbai.

Its soaring success usually means waiting in lines that spiral into the street, but your patience is rewarded with plates of satisfying kebabs — tongues of chicken and mutton, smothered by spice, skewered on a naked flame, and served with coils of onion and lemon. Although it contains many small hotels and guest houses, the area still retains a welcome calm from the chaos on the main roads,” Sharada Dwivedi and Rahul Mehrotra write glowingly, in Spiral Notebook suppliers Fort Walks. Wedge your way through the tourists to reach the Prince of Wales museum, now CSMVS, the glorious Indo-Saracenic building prefaced by a crescent of lawns. Outside, a clot of belching cars, dust-dried streets and crowds. Born in 1952, KP serves an underrepresented sliver of Indian cooking i. For your money, you get a blithe gentleman plunking away sprightly, old-fashioned airs on a piano, an unparalleled view of the Gateway of India, five-star service, and a pageant of teatime treats i.First, a heap of minced mutton, spiced and simmered to an almost-gravy, served with bread to soak up the gravy. Afterwards, the charming museum shop.At the close of Merewether Road is the sea-facing, rooftop Cafe Marina, best approached as a bar, offering snacks designed to abet drinking. Then, a bronzed “egg omlet” ringed by a lacy fringe.