Oberoi Gurgaon: Luxury Redefined - NCR's Most Exclusive Hotel Experience
Okay, buckle up, buttercups, because you're about to get the unfiltered, slightly-manic review of this place. I'm going to hit every single detail, even the dust bunnies, because that's just how my brain works. Consider this your warning: this review might jump around like a caffeinated squirrel.
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The Chaos Begins: My Stay at…Well, Let's Just Say the Place
Alright, so I just got back from… that place. I'm going to call it "Paradise Found" for now, just to keep things vague. Because, let's be honest, paradise is rarely actually found; it's usually a slightly tarnished, overpriced version of what you thought you were getting.
Accessibility: A Mixed Bag (Like My Emotions Right Now)
First things first. Wheelchair accessible. Okay, so, on the surface? Yes. Mostly. The main areas, definitely. Elevators? Yep. But getting to the pool from certain rooms involved a labyrinthine route that felt less like a relaxing journey and more like an escape room challenge. So, they're trying, which is better than nothing. But there’s room for improvement. I witnessed one poor fella navigating a tight corner and looking like he'd just wrestled a rhino.
On-site accessible restaurants / lounges: Again, a mixed bag. The main restaurant was good, mostly. The bar, a little cramped. They could definitely improve here.
Internet: Bless the Free Wi-Fi Gods!
Free Wi-Fi in all rooms! PRAISE BE! Seriously, in this day and age, it's a basic necessity, and they delivered. Fast enough to stream…well, everything. The Internet [LAN] was a bit of a non-starter, though. Honestly, who uses LAN anymore? I'm pretty sure my grandfather's rocking horse is still using dial-up (I don’t have a grandfather). And for people trying to connect to the Internet services…I’m sure it’s all there. I wouldn't know without checking the hotel’s website.
And Wi-Fi in public areas? Yep. Good. Necessary. No complaints.
Things to Do/Ways to Relax: Where Things Got…Interesting
Fitness Center: Okay, the fitness center. Now this is where things started to get… well, let's say "intense." The equipment looked shiny and new, but the room itself felt like a neglected storage closet. There were moments I wondered if I'd stumble upon a forgotten crate of expired protein shakes. And the air conditioning? Either ice-age cold or sweltering. There's no in-between.
Pool with view: The pool view was nice, I will grant them that. But, the water was freezing, and the pool bar’s prices were highway robbery levels of expensive. I'm talking, "a single mango smoothie costs more than my annual gym membership" expensive.
Sauna, Spa, Spa/sauna, Steamroom: I'm a sucker for a good sauna. And the sauna was actually decent. The steamroom? A little too steamy for my liking. The spa… well, that’s where things took a turn for the awkward. I opted for the "Paradise Found Body Scrub" because, obviously, I needed to find paradise on my skin. The masseuse (bless her heart) kept calling me "darling" and trying to upsell me… everything. I’m pretty sure she was trying to convince me to get a body wrap, and the rest of my life was the best option. It was an experience, let's just say that. I did get a good massage with a "foot bath," though, so not all bad.
The experience, though… let’s just say I became intimately acquainted with my own pores.
There was a slight issue. My massage was at 2 pm. My flight left at 7 pm. It’s a flight from Los Angeles. 7 pm in LA means that you'd better leave at least 3 hours to get anywhere. So, that means I left after my massage, and it's a 4-hour drive. I had to haul ass and my muscles were still jelly when I got on the plane. No time for the bathroom, and I still think my skin is in paradise.
Cleanliness and Safety: The New Normal
Anti-viral cleaning products, Breakfast takeaway service, Cashless payment service, Daily disinfection in common areas, Doctor/nurse on call, First aid kit, Hand sanitizer, Hot water linen and laundry washing, Hygiene certification, Individually-wrapped food options, Physical distancing of at least 1 meter, Professional-grade sanitizing services, Room sanitization opt-out available, Rooms sanitized between stays, Safe dining setup, Sanitized kitchen and tableware items, Shared stationery removed, Staff trained in safety protocol, Sterilizing equipment:
Okay, they clearly took the pandemic seriously. Like, really seriously. It was almost a bit excessive, to the point where I felt like I was living in a sanitized bubble. And the constant squirt of hand sanitizer? My hands are basically pure alcohol at this point. But hey, I feel safe. And in this day and age, that's worth something.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: The Food Odyssey
A la carte in restaurant, Alternative meal arrangement, Asian breakfast, Asian cuisine in restaurant, Bar, Bottle of water, Breakfast [buffet], Breakfast service, Buffet in restaurant, Coffee/tea in restaurant, Coffee shop, Desserts in restaurant, Happy hour, International cuisine in restaurant, Poolside bar, Restaurants, Room service [24-hour], Salad in restaurant, Snack bar, Soup in restaurant, Vegetarian restaurant, Western breakfast, Western cuisine in restaurant:
The food… was a roller coaster. The Breakfast [buffet] was a chaotic wonderland of questionable pastries and lukewarm scrambled eggs. Then again, I’m not much of a breakfast person.
The Asian cuisine in the restaurant was… surprisingly good. I had a noodle dish that was genuinely delicious. The Western cuisine in the restaurant was a bit more pedestrian, however. (I'm not sure what that means, but it sounds posh.) The poolside bar? Overpriced. The room service [24-hour] was a lifesaver. Especially when I was on the brink of a hanger-induced meltdown.
Services and Conveniences: The Bits and Bobs
Air conditioning in public area, Audio-visual equipment for special events, Business facilities, Cash withdrawal, Concierge, Contactless check-in/out, Convenience store, Currency exchange, Daily housekeeping, Doorman, Dry cleaning, Elevator, Essential condiments, Facilities for disabled guests, Food delivery, Gift/souvenir shop, Indoor venue for special events, Invoice provided, Ironing service, Laundry service, Luggage storage, Meeting/banquet facilities, Meetings, Meeting stationery, On-site event hosting, Outdoor venue for special events, Projector/LED display, Safety deposit boxes, Seminars, Shrine, Smoking area, Terrace, Wi-Fi for special events, Xerox/fax in business center:
Okay, the basics were covered. Daily housekeeping was efficient (sometimes too efficient – I swear they moved my things around!). The Concierge was helpful, particularly when I needed to book a last-minute taxi. Food delivery was available.
I'm telling you, that concierge was an angel. The taxi, as you know, I needed it, fast.
Everything else? Fine. There were plenty of those services. I won't go over them all.
For the Kids: I Don’t Have Kids
Babysitting service, Family/child friendly, Kids facilities, Kids meal: I don't have kids, so I can't really comment here. I did see a group of children running around, and they seemed pretty happy. So, take that for what it’s worth.
Access and Security: Mostly Secure
CCTV in common areas, CCTV outside property, Check-in/out [express], Check-in/out [private], Exterior corridor, Fire extinguisher, Front desk [24-hour], Security [24-hour], Smoke alarms:
They take security seriously. A little too much, maybe? I mean, I didn't feel unsafe, but I did have to walk through an entire airport security system just to get to my room. And the check-in/out [express]… it wasn’t.
Available in All Rooms: The Bedside Chaos
**Additional toilet, Air conditioning, Alarm clock, Bathrobes, Bathroom phone,
Escape to Paradise: Traverse City's Heaven-Sent B&B Awaits
Okay, buckle up buttercup, because we’re not just planning a trip to The Oberoi Gurgaon, we're living it. Forget smooth transitions and perfect itineraries. This is more like a spilled chai latte, a thrilling, potentially stain-inducing adventure. Prepare for opinions, tangents, and the occasional existential crisis fueled by room service. Consider yourself warned.
The Oberoi Gurgaon, or: My Wallet's Going to Hate Me, But My Instagram Will Love It (Probably)
Day 1: Arrival & The Glorious Overwhelm
12:00 PM - Arrival at Delhi Airport (DEL). Oh boy. I'm picturing myself, disheveled and hungover, clutching my passport like a life raft. Reality: probably slightly less dramatic. Hopefully. The Oberoi has a car service, THANK GOD. Dealing with Delhi traffic on my own? No. Just…no.
1:30 PM - Check-in at The Oberoi Gurgaon. The car, thankfully, glided through the chaos. The hotel? Pure, unadulterated Zen. Like stepping into a perfectly curated Instagram feed IRL. Marble. Flowers. Tranquility. My inner critic, usually a snarling beast, went silent. For about five minutes.
- Immediate Impression & The Room: The staff, incredibly polite, whisk me away. The room… breathes deeply The room is huge. Seriously, I could probably host a small cocktail party in the bathroom. And the view! Green, serene, and far, far away from the honking horns of the city. But wait? Is that a faint whiff of…new carpet? Oh, the tiny imperfections of luxury hotels.
2:30 PM - Lunch at Amaranta. Okay, so that's expensive. But the seafood… Oh, the seafood. I ordered the grilled prawns, and suddenly, my bank account didn't seem SO important. They were cooked to perfection. Like, seriously, melt-in-your-mouth perfection. The ambiance? Trendy, but in a good way - not in that "trying too hard" way. Note to self: order two next time. And maybe a bottle of the good wine. Yolo? Maybe not.
- Anecdote: I tried, and failed, to use my chopsticks. The waiter, bless his heart, saw my struggle and tactfully offered a fork. Humility is a virtue, especially when faced with perfectly presented sushi. I'm not exactly a refined eater, okay?
- Emotional Reaction: Seriously euphoric about prawns. Absolutely worth every penny.
4:00 PM - Poolside Bliss (and Self-Doubt). The pool. I saw the pool on the website. And then I saw me at the pool. Yeah. Let's just say I'm not exactly runway-ready. But hey! Who cares? I'm here! I'm drinking a ridiculously overpriced, yet delicious, cocktail! And I'm going to channel my inner Beyoncé (though, much, much less successfuly).
- Quirk Observation: The sunbathers are a mix of expensively tanned locals and tourists desperately trying to look like they belong. The subtle competition for the best poolside posture is fascinating.
6:00 PM - Spa Consultation (and My Inner Anxiety Monster Resurfaces). The spa! I mean, it's The Oberoi. It has a spa. And it promises a massage that will melt away all my stresses. Except…I have stress. A lot of it. And now I'm worried about being judged for my stress. Do spas have secret stress-detecting sensors? I swear to God…
- Messier Structure: Okay, so I booked the massage. It's a splurge, but my shoulders feel like lead. I also saw the prices of the massages and then I had to sit down for a bit.
8:00 PM - Dinner at Threesixtyone°: Reviews say it's amazing. Also, it's supposed to be a culinary journey. Fine. My stomach is ready for warfare. I am praying the food is good and I pray the company is pleasant. Let's hope I'm not stuck next to a person who constantly talks about crypto.
- 8:15 PM - Meal Time at Threesixtyone°. The food…yes! Delicious. All of it. But my actual experience? A hilarious comedy of errors.
- Anecdote: I tried to sound sophisticated and ordered the "Chef's Recommendation" for my main course. It arrived. I glanced at it and promptly forgot what it was supposed to be. I enjoyed it though!
- Emotional Reaction: At one point, I managed to spill a tiny bit of red wine on my white linen trousers. My first reaction was horror. It's that kind of place. That kind of experience. Then I laughed. It felt great. Wine stains and all.
- Anecdote: I tried to sound sophisticated and ordered the "Chef's Recommendation" for my main course. It arrived. I glanced at it and promptly forgot what it was supposed to be. I enjoyed it though!
- 8:15 PM - Meal Time at Threesixtyone°. The food…yes! Delicious. All of it. But my actual experience? A hilarious comedy of errors.
Day 2: Diving Deep (and the Overwhelm Returns)
8:00 AM - Wake Up: The Buffet is Calling. Okay, I'm not a morning person. But a hotel buffet? That's a different story. I'm gonna have all the things! Waffles! Bacon! Indian delicacies I can't pronounce!
- Quirky Observation: The sheer volume of food is both thrilling and slightly intimidating. It's like they're challenging you to a eating contest.
9:30 AM - Yoga Class (or, the Great Struggle of the Untrained). The Oberoi has a yoga class. I thought, "I'm on vacation! I'll try new things!" Famous last words. My core strength is questionable, my flexibility is laughable, and I spent half the time looking around the class at how flexible the other people are.
- Emotional Reaction: Mostly frustration, some mild embarrassment, and a surprising amount of appreciation for my body. I'm proud of myself for trying.
11:00 AM - Head to the Spa. I booked a massage to get rid of the aches from yoga.
- The Massage, Part Deux (and My Existential Crisis): This is where things got truly… intense. The masseuse was amazing. She found knots I didn't know existed. I actually felt my shoulders lower, for the first time in years. But as she worked, I started thinking. About life. About purpose. About why I was even here. Was this just a luxurious distraction from the mundane realities of my own existence? And then…I passed out. Seriously. Straight-up.
- Emotional Reaction: Utter bliss, followed by what I suddenly knew was a deep well of unresolved issues. I emerged from the spa feeling both rejuvenated and slightly terrified.
1:00 PM - Lunch at…Wherever I Can Find Food. Light lunch by the pool? Or room service? Decision, decisions…
- Messy Structure: Let's be real. After the massage-induced existential crisis, I need comfort food. Room Service it is! Because when you're questioning your entire life, you're allowed to be lazy.
- Opinionated Language: the burger was good but overpriced. And the fries? Slightly soggy. Hotel fries. Always a letdown. I'm starting to understand why people eat at McDonald's when they visit a luxury hotel.
- 2:00 PM - Time to do some work I have to do some work.
6:00 PM - Evening Cocktails and Reflection. Find my way into the bar, or perhaps the poolside bar.
- Quirky Observation: The bar is a fantastic place to people-watch. The cocktails, a distraction. The reflection? Mostly about whether I should order another cocktail.
8:00 PM - Dinner (and…Maybe One More Meal at Amaranta?). I'm contemplating my choices for tonight's dinner. I really want to be adventurous. Fine dining or trying a completely new Indian restaurant? Or should I just double down on the prawns?
- Opinionated Language: Decision made, I went back to Amaranta for dinner. It's simply too good. No regrets.
- Rambles: The staff recognized me and almost didn't believe I was there again. It was awkward and perfect. They made me feel special. I think. Okay, yeah, I'll be the star of my own personal show; I'll take a table by the window, please.
Day 3: Departure & The Aftermath
9:00 AM - Farewell Buffet. One last hurrah! One last waffle. One last glance at the food and the staff.
- Emotional Reaction: A little sad to leave. A little happy to go.
10:00 AM - Check Out & Airport Transfer. The car arrives. Reality starts creeping back in. The goodbyes are too quick.
- Messy Structure: I paid. I left. My bank account is crying. But hey, I lived.
1:30 PM - Back Home (but Forever Changed, Probably). I will go home. Re-enter the world. And I will spend weeks trying to recreate
So, You Wanna Know About...Well, Everything? (FAQ-ish Thingy)
Alright, alright, settle down. Asking questions, huh? Smart move. Life's one giant, messy Q&A session, if you ask me. I’ve been answering them myself for a while now, and let me tell you, it’s a trip. So, here we go. Buckle up, buttercup. We're diving headfirst into this glorious chaos.
Um... What even *is* This Thing? Like, What am I Reading?
Great question! Honestly, I'm still figuring that out. But for now, let's call it a... *collection* of answers to questions you *might* have. About… life. About… stuff. About… *well*, a whole lot of things. Think of it as a slightly disorganized, definitely opinionated, and hopefully entertaining guide to, y'know, existence. Or at least, *my* slice of it. Consider it a "Don't Panic" guide. I am not even sure if this is the right term. It’s more of a "Panic Anyway, But Hopefully Laugh While You're Doing It" guide. Does that make sense? Probably not.
Oh, and it's totally riddled with my own musing, ramblings, and the occasional existential crisis. You've been warned.
Seriously, What's the Actual Goal Here? (Besides Causing Chaos?)
Chaos is definitely a part of it. I thrive on controlled…ish… chaos. But the bigger aim? To, I guess, maybe help. To share what I've learned (the hard way, usually). To maybe give you a chuckle. To, in a world that seems to be constantly yelling at us, offer a little... *breathing room*. And honestly? To work through my own mental laundry list. Because, between you and me, it's a long one.
Oh, and to feel less alone in this bizarre meat-suit adventure. Because let's be real, it's a weird ride.
Okay, Okay… But What About Specific Things? Like, Let's Say... Love? Ugh, it is so complicated!
Love. Ah, yes. The grand, messy, glorious… thing. I am no expert. Lord, I have flunked Love 101 more times than I can count. I've tripped over my own feet, said the wrong things, and worn my heart on my sleeve so brightly (and vulnerably!) that it practically got mugged by loneliness more than once. *sigh*
But here’s the truth: even the messiest, most disastrous love is *something*. And, I want to be clear, sometimes the most beautiful love is messy. Remember that. I think finding love is harder than finding a decent cup of coffee at three in the morning. So I guess, for all the "love tips" I am not qualified to give, my advice is this: buckle up. And bring a good book. You'll need it.
Oh! And remember: if you want to make an omelet, you gotta break a few eggs. And if you want to find love... well, you're probably going to break a few *hearts*. Including your own. But, there will be sunshine again. I promise. And it is worth it for those moments you cherish.
And… What About Money? Ugh, can we talk about money? It's stressful!
Money! The root of all evil, the fuel that keeps the hamster wheel spinning, the thing that dictates whether you eat ramen or, heaven forbid, sushi tonight. Honestly? I'm still learning. Deeply. The amount of times I've stared at my bank account in utter despair is… well, it's a recurring nightmare. I'm good with a budget... right after I spend all my money. I want to be an expert on all things money. But I am still trying.
My advice, take it with a massive grain of salt. Learn to budget early. I wish I had. Don't be afraid to ask for help. And get good at making coffee at home. It will save your life… and probably a little of your sanity. And I think I've spent more time in the store buying coffee, than actually drinking it. What a waste!
What About Dealing with Bad Days? Because, honestly, they're a Thing
Oh, bad days? My *specialty*. I could write a PhD thesis on bad days. I have experienced bad days in every flavor: the 'want to hide under the covers' variety, the 'everything is falling apart' kind, and the 'I really need a margarita and a therapist' type. I feel your pain, friend. Truly.
The truth is: they happen. And sometimes, the only thing you *can* do is let yourself feel it. Cry. Scream. Binge-watch something terrible. Eat an entire pizza. Sometimes, you just need to wallow. And that's okay. Don't beat yourself up for feeling bad. Then, find something, *anything*, that gives you a tiny spark of joy. A walk in the park. A phone call with a friend. A good book (again! They are my savior!). A silly cat video. The goal is to find a crack of light in the darkness. Then, maybe, you build on that.
Remember, it won't last forever. This too shall pass. Even if it feels like the worst day ever. And I know, sometimes it feels like that.
What if I just can't find my purpose? Is that okay?
YES. YES, IT IS. Honestly, all this talk about "finding your purpose" makes me want to scream. It's like everyone's got this neat little package, and I'm still fumbling around in the dark, hoping I don't trip over a metaphorical banana peel. What if my purpose is just... existing? Is that so wrong?
I think we put way too much pressure on ourselves. It's okay not to know. It's okay to change your mind. It's okay to wander. The journey is the point, you know? Just keep living, keep experiencing, keep trying things. Your purpose? It might find you. Or, you might just *create* it, one messy, imperfect day at a time.
And if all else fails? Pet a dog. Dogs are always the answer. (Okay, not always, but they're usually a pretty good starting point).
Okay, Now I'm Curious… What's Your Biggest Flaw? (Be Honest)
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