If we had the foresight to pick a week to fall into a nice, 168-hour hibernation, we might have chosen the one leading up to Valentine’s Day. Think of all the tragedy we might have missed: the passing of Whitney Houston, Chris Brown winning a Grammy, the exhaustion of Fashion Week. And on top of all that? We completely forgot to buy something for Mayor Michael Bloomberg’s birthday yesterday. But what do you buy the man who has already bought everything? (Another term is a bit out of our price range.)
Do you think he has a #17 jersey from the New York Knicks yet? We don’t know a lot about this Jeremy Lin fellow—apparently he sleeps on a couch and survives off a diet of tweeted compliments from Chris Hayes—but we do know that the DSM-V is considering adding “Linsanity” in its updated edition. It refers to a pandemic wherein a nation collectively falls into a fugue state after Tebow-ing too hard, only to be woken up compelled to discuss the cultural importance of Asian-Americans and/or Harvard grads in the NBA at every social function.
Shortly after meeting The Observer in the lobby of the Ace Hotel last Wednesday, Dhiraj Arora—who is the owner of the spice company Arora Creations Inc., but is perhaps better known for losing his temper and a good portion of his clothing one wild night at the Four Seasons Hotel—offered up a sly word of warning.
“The last woman who tried to profile me was an editor at Trace magazine,” Mr. Arora said. The editor had overseen a 2007 article in the magazine called “Delhi Rising,” which profiled several successful South Asian Americans. A cover story on Mr. Arora was considered, he said, “but she was eventually like, ‘Yo, D., I can’t keep up with you!’” The two ended up dating, a whirlwind romance that saw the duo jetting around the globe. That was the last time Mr. Arora truly felt he was in love.
We were a little unclear about just what this disclosure had to do with us, until the handsome 36-year-old asked if we were currently seeing anyone. We were. Did our significant other treat us right? Did he take us all over the world? Well, as a matter of a fact, he did.
“That’s really great,” Mr. Arora replied effusively.
Dhiraj Arora is a pretty big deal, though outside the food industry you might not know his name. He’s a bootstrap success story: turning $10 spice packet mixes made in his mother’s house in New Jersey into Arora Creations Inc., the only USDA-certified Organic Indian Grocery product line (according to its website). He was named one of Crain’s Top Entrepreneur in 2007.
He also allegedly likes to run around the Four Seasons Midtown gym naked, screaming at people “suck my million-dollar cock,” or “suck my $57 million dollar dick,” depending on who you ask.
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The Post recently asked Eliot Spitzer if he were planning a run for office, and he replied in part: “‘Those who know don’t say, and those who say don’t know.’ So I wouldn’t rely on anything anybody has told you.” Perhaps the reason the line is in single quotes is because it’s taken Read More
The Transom went to see Spider-Man: Turn Off the Dark last week; the long-gestating musical had undergone a break so that its direction and book could be re-envisioned without original director Julie Taymor. We sat next to a New York Times Arts editor planning a piece on “one of the characters”; he wouldn’t tell us Read More
Have you tried the new brewed sensation that’s taking New York by storm? It’s called tea, and today The Post revealed this new trend to our cold and caffeine-deprived metropolis. But what is this odd and fragrant coffee alternative? What does it taste like? Why should we drink it? We’ve got three great Read More
Trend alert! The New York Post has discovered that at several hot-spot restaurants in Manhattan, you may have to wait for a table–even if you have a reservation.
Well, um, yeah. But the takeaway here isn’t that the Post would run a story as obvious as this one (the headline: “BOOKED AND BURNED”) Read More
It’s Friday and it’s Scandal Report, people! It’s also Sundance season, so this week Page Six and Gatecrasher holed up in Park City to write up any and all celebrity dalliances with the wild, the hot, and the juicy. And there were enough parties to give them all the dirt they needed. Hold on: there Read More
Yes, the bitter cold days of late January are all about us, here in New York. The idea of walking daunts us. We’re hopping around half-frozen puddles of toxic slush. Nothing — gloves, socks, scarves — can keep us as warm as we want to be. At times there is no end in sight.
Well, Read More
Ladies and gentlemen, the First Sandals have been inaugurated into office. While on vacation in Hawaii, President Barack Obama was caught before the lens of a shutterbug with not one, not two, but all ten toes basking in the Pacific sunlight. The New York Post consulted a bevy of presidential historians and Read More