I stuck on for 5 years. It was never an effort to last that long time but just stuck on till I could take it no longer moved over a to a new city and then a new county, whining all the way.
Pune is supposedly a sleepy town and retirees paradise. You will be tempted to believe it if you visit any irani hotel. A single page menu enclosed in a plastic sheet, quick service and a devil may care attitude. Most of the time, dishes are tossed on the table rather than being politely served with patrons spreading their palm around the table making a fence to save any dishes slipping to the floor. Still, crowd flocked most of them. My favorite being tea, bun maska and an occasional biriyani. Thankfully my whole sales gang loved it. I loved this place in Deccan so much, that I took my then wife 15 kms across the city (from where I stay) to have biriyani.
I was visiting Pune this Jan after about a long 5 years gap. A lot have changed. Most of the irani restaurants I knew had given way to new spanky ones, bucket loads of malls, new office and residential complexes, new over bridges, new roads,( damn it) new one ways and hell of a lot more cars. There is a even a new Thali place serving vegetarian meal for about 150 bucks a plate. That would have un-imaginable for any restaurants few years before.
Well there are also many things that have not changed like the congested roads and noisy traffic. But, there are a few which I loved because they have stayed put. Like the Kayani bakery, which still opens only at four in the evening and remains open just an hour and huge crowd jostling for the tasty shrews berry biscuits and walnut cakes. They did not even bother to change the furniture and most of the faces I should assume should be the old ones. They still carried that, "customer care says who" look on their face. The old katti Kabab shop (which was in an old villa is now in a new building in the same place) and his only competitor ( who sells katti kabab but from a road side shanty) were still there and even the taste has not changed. Vada pav wala near MG Rd, Marz-o-rin sandwiches -- why is that I can only remember eateries.
I think no one dares to call a trip to meet a few relatives as a holiday but I was armed with a bottle which asked me to keep walking and few more fine red fermented grape drinks. I managed to keep walking and should I say cherished a nostalgic rendezvous mostly supported by my old boss, colleagues and few friends.