A list of Indian grocery stores in Vienna, Austria

[UPDATE: the info on this post is getting old. address of some shops have changed. Look at comment section for corrections]

In last 1+ year, I have discovered the following Indian stores in Vienna. When I came to live in Vienna, I had a hard time in locating them. I wished that someone had posted such a list.

Shop Address Last verified
Josco Asian Supermarkt Einkauf-spitz
Pius-Parsch platz 5,1210 Wien
Sep 2013
Prosi Exotic Supermarket Wimbergergasse 5,1070 Wien
Tel : +43 1 974 44 44
April 2013
Asian Basar Neubaugrütel 23A, A-1160 Wien
Ph. +43-1-9838414
Nov 2012
Maxitech Handelsges mbH
Kleine Stadtgutgasse 12/1, A-1020 Wien
Ph. +43-1-2147887
Nov 2012
Cash & Carry & DVD-POINT
Lerchenfelder Gürtel 33, 1160 Wien
Ph: +43 9249662
May 2012
Deshi Anton Extosishe
Schönbrunner Str. 223A, 1120 Wien
Ph: +43 1 8100593
May 2012
Purewal KG Indische
Stumpergasse 62, 1060 Wien
Ph: +43 1 5975150 ‎
June 2011
Pride of India Nussdorfer Str. 90, 1090 Wien
Ph: 0676/35 62 615
June 2011
Indian shop Naschmarkt 974, 1040 Wien
Ph: 01 581 15 66
May 2011

I hope search engines will find this list and it will be useful to some people.

Sandeep (of the comment section) has kindly mapped some of the above addresses at google maps.


Amerika ist wunderbar!

Last week I visited the US. This is my third visit to the country. Since people are so friendly there, it is hard to feel foreign in the US but I still cannot stop myself from finding the following things strange about the country.

  • They first write the month in a date.
  • On US$ coins, they don’t write the values in large numerals.
  • Flights at the airports are listed in the alphabetical order of destinations
  • At the airports, they still use am/pm for time.
  • On a whim, they can drive 100s of kms in some direction and come back.
  • After every 30min, waitresses ask if everything is ok.
  • Their smallest coffee cup is thrice the size of my expectation of a small coffee.
  • They have huge parking lots.
  • There are not as many MacDs in the US as I imagined.

Otherwise, the US is fun to visit.

culture, Science

Book: Surely You’re Joking, Mr. Feynman!

A fantastic book! A sort of autobiography of Richard Feynman. I wish I had read this book during my undergraduate studies. Feynman’s worldview would have helped me a lot to understand the world of science. But, I may not have understood many of his comments on American society and the circumstances of his time.

He was mostly interested in doing science, discovering culture(s), and having good time with blond beauties. His attitude towards the world is full of curiosity with an element of bravado (assuming all is true in the book).  I truly identify with Some of his following discussions.

  • Once he visited Brazil for a year.  After his teaching experience there, he realized that his students were only memorizing physics but not really understanding. He said that it was a very serious problem. This comment was very true with my education(including IITK) and I found most people around me had no interest in the subject and they were studying only to get better grades.
  • He tried to learn Art and see if there is any sense in doing it. He learned music and painting. His initial skepticism about the art eventually turns into respect. And, he also becomes amateur artist. I am still in the realm of skepticism.
  • Once he participated in a interdisciplinary conference about ethical problems in education related to equality. He was totally confused in the conversation and failed to follow the ideas of people from the other disciplines. He thought they talk in a very ill-defined manner. Definitions are rarely explicated. Sooner or later the conversation was lost in the jungle of jargon. I still feel that way in my own field of  research. Let alone talking to the people of the other fields.
  • This book hardly comments on politics of his time except the WWII. During that period, he built the bomb. And, he wasn’t much bothered by the consequences of building the bomb. He only wanted to solve a difficult problem. Military applications of science and technology are always challenging. A highly skilled technical person may easily find the challenge very seductive and forget the consequences of his actions.
culture, Politics

Book: River of smoke

Just finished River of smoke: the latest book by Amitov Ghosh. This book is the sequel of Sea of Poppies. This book takes the story from India to China. The most part of the book follows an Indian merchant who is trying to sell opium in China, while Chinese government is about to crackdown on opium trade. As usual, Amitov Ghosh’s firm understanding of history makes the story all too vivid. Endlessly revealing.

River of smoke is not as convoluted story as Sea of poppies. Therefore, sometimes doesn’t feel that captivating. This may be because the River of smoke is more locked into the actual historical events and there was not much scope to add turns and twists.

Worth reading!

culture, Science

Book: The lac operon — How do we know what we know?

I read The lac operon, which is a book about the history of the scientific work that led to our understanding of the DNA mechanisms that regulate the cell activities. The title ‘lac operon’ is from the name of a DNA mechanism that regulates lactose ‘eating’ in E. coli bacterium. The lac operon was one of the first examples that were analyzed.

The book is not so well written. The narration in the book is convoluted with the experiments and some anecdotes about the scientists behind those experiments. Very often these anecdotes pop up suddenly and break the flow of some scientific argument and vice versa. This book has great content but needs a good story teller like the author of Logicomix.

One anecdote caught my attention.  According to the anecdote, 50th birth day of Francis Crick was celebrated by presenting him a naked woman at a scientific conference! (You can find it at the end of the top paragraph of the page in this link). Even if it was not a real one (not clear from the text), it is outrageous. Was there no woman in the conference? Well it was still 60’s. Perhaps in those days, you could do such things without being called sexist and thrown out of scientific community.

culture, Politics

Being citijan*

I saw an interview of Salman Rushdie, in which some caller asked him about his reasons to live in US. He answered, “Do I live in US? I didn’t know that. I live in New York.” He subsequently explained that he does not identify him self with the nation state, an intangible idea,  but with the city, which he can feel tangibly.

After living 5+ years in various cities in Europe, I  share his feelings about living in a city rather than in a nation state. I can feel the city. I can walk across it. I see neighborhoods. I recognize shop keepers. I feel that I know the city but not the nation state. The city is my home not the nation state.

In India, it was opposite. I had distinct feeling about being in India, which was pushed into my conscience by patriotic songs and propagandized education. But, once I step out of the mother country.  I do not have that emotional attachment with any other nation state. When I move to a foreign nation state, the attachments  that I form are with the streets on which I walk to my workplace, the shops where I buy bread, and the passersby to whom I say hi. The city becomes the home. I do not know if this feeling is shared by many people who move every other year. But, it is an interesting idea. This feeling saves one from the dreadful nationalism.

The current conception of an identity implies that citijan(city person) can not be a unit of identity for modern society. Since world is globalized and people are increasingly interdependent, city identity is too fragmentary. We need to rethink the notion of identity and tone down some emotional aspect of an identity. I think that the concept of nation states are getting more and more at odds with the social and technological world in which we are living. May be the city identity can serve our need to feel part of some thing greater and derive a social support system. Emotional element can be removed from the nation state and it will reduce into an administrative body such as UN.

* citijan == city+jan == city person


A barber in Munich

Last week, I went for hair trimming. As usual, I looked for the cheapest barber shop in Munich. Where else but in immigrant ghettos, you would expect to find such shops. I found one that charges only 11 Euros. 🙂

My hair was cut by an ultra chatty, northern-Iraqi but not Kurdish, and US-lived girl. For an Indian PhD student somewhere in Germany, it looks like a jackpot. She begun her conversation by asking me what I am doing in Munich and why I don’t speak German. I explained her that my job does not require it.  Then, she went on telling me that she had hard time finding a job until she learned German.

She first told me that she is from States. I usually say on this that I have never heard of such a country and watch annoyance on the other person’s face and I did so :). She did not sound at all like an American. No offense to the Americans but her speaking style was too sweet to be American. She then told me that she is from northern Iraq. Then my eyes went bright and I asked, “Kurdish!” I wanted to ask all kinds of questions about Kurdish nationalism.

But, she said, “No! I am from northern Iraq but I am an Iraqi Christen.”

I asked with some disappointment, “No! Kurdish connection.”

“No! They speak different language.”

“How come you end up in US?”

“My parents left Iraq just after first gulf war and I went to US in late nineties.”

“Why are you in Germany?”

“Long story!”

“OK! do you follow what goes on in Iraq?”

“No! And I don’t wanna hear about it. I have stopped reading news. It is very depressing. Do not tell me anything. When I left Iraq it was nice. But now, each time my parents talk about Iraq then it is a bad news.”

I thought what?? late nineties nice?? At that time, embargo on Iraq was in its height. There was shortage of everything. May be, she was a teenager in a middle class family and she didn’t really feel the pain of embargo.

Then I said, “Ok! I will not bring any painful memories. I had an Indian friend. She was in Iraq during 91 war and her family had to be evacuated then.”

She immediately asked “Was her father a doctor?”

“I don’t know. Why?”

“All Indians whom I knew in US were doctors.”

“Well! not all Indians are doctors. For example, I am not a doctor.”

Then, she told me that she love Bollywood movies. She likes to watch them and cry. Sometimes she doesn’t get subtitles but that doesn’t matter. For crying, intense emotional visuals and music are enough. She mentioned two of her favorite movies “Kabhi khushi Kabhi gum” and “Main hun Na”. I hate both of them from bottom of my heart.

Before I could express my anger against these movies, she had finished my hair cut. I wished best of luck for Iraq, paid the bill, and left.