Not that hair transplants are the main thing in Turkey…

By Deepthi Nair

They were ubiquitous: outside the Hagia Sophia, Blue Mosque, on Istiklal Avenue, Taksim Square, aboard a Bosphorous cruise, on Galata Bridge, taking in views of the sunset or sitting beside me at that roadside kebab joint in Istanbul. At first sight, I was disgusted by what I saw: men with blood-soaked, bandaged heads with a triangle of red spots on their scalps. But later as I realised how common this sight was, it piqued my interest: was it a religious practice? Some kind of offering where they tonsured their hair and submitted it to deities? Continue reading Not that hair transplants are the main thing in Turkey…

Dubai’s German chef and his adventures in Emirati cooking

By Nivriti Butalia

After a couple of years in the Emirates, I know this about Emirati food: I haven’t eaten much of it. I’ve popped a few louqamat drizzled with date syrup, sure. I know what a chobab is (in my head it translates to a pancake, a besan chila minus the besan [gram flour]). I know khamer bread —  it’s a bit sweet. And I do like their desserts, Umm Ali and Muhalabiya, sweet lord! Continue reading Dubai’s German chef and his adventures in Emirati cooking

Hang on, all you Apple-loving, eager upgraders of the iPhone

By Alvin R. Cabral

As I write, I’m still jetlagged from two almost 16-hour flights in six days, fresh from meeting 10- and 82-year-old app developers who made me question my existence, still in shock after seeing Tim Cook within arm’s reach after he made a surprise appearance at a private event, and everything Apple at the Worldwide Developers Conference in San Jose, California. Continue reading Hang on, all you Apple-loving, eager upgraders of the iPhone

Plan a trip to this salt mine that’s a short flight from Hitler’s abode

By Disha Dadlani

If your mother or father tells you that he/she loves you ‘more than salt’, just lap up the compliment. As I pen my salty adventure in the Berchtesgaden Salt Mine, I’m reminded of my favourite bedtime story. It was about a king who wanted to determine which one of his three daughters loved him the most. Two daughters claimed that they loved their father more than all the riches in the world combined, but the third simply said that she loved her father ‘more than salt’. An infuriated father only learnt what she meant when he realised the importance of something as simple as salt. Continue reading Plan a trip to this salt mine that’s a short flight from Hitler’s abode