Keep Dreaming

Dream Cochin is the third of Vikram’s wish-fulfillment endeavours (the first two Dreams are at New York and Bangkok). It’s young,pop-ish and imaginative. It is also a mix of two complicated and sometimes colliding elements — luxury and modern,or marble and glass. Vikram bought this property readymade only a few months ago and touched it up with his brand of cool. Ideas from the older structure are visible,but only if you do away with pop art like giant shiny disco balls in the lobby.

Why Kochi,I ask the New York-based Sardar,lovingly dubbed “Turban Cowboy” and “Chic Sikh” by their local press. “I love the sea,and I’m in a Kerala frame of mind,” smiles Vikram,37,promising more hotels in Mumbai,Bangalore and Jaipur.

Even though the hotel could be called a “budget luxury” space,the service is impeccable. And Vikram,I suspect,is hoping for people like him to frequent it— young people (25-35 years) who work in fashion,music,events and advertising. Them,and locals,who don’t have many eating-out options. Dream Cochin has a library bar called Wellington,a discotheque Ava,an all-day diner Keshia,and a beautiful poolside space called the Highbar (despite all the watering holes,they still await their liquor licence).

The next evening,principal secretary to the prime minister TKA Nair,is to do the ribbon-cutting. Vikram’s father,Sant Singh Chatwal,who won his way to Bill Clinton’s heart via his stomach,is presiding,along with Vikram’s very quiet and almost invisible brother,Vivek. Mom Daman is taking care of other NRI ladies,all here for the party. His wife,Priya,is conspicuous by absence; Vikram says she isn’t well and is in Delhi taking care of their daughter Safira.

Among loud Kerala drums and a decorated elephant,Dream Cochin is declared open for business.