I hate to part ways with old things. But the baggage of nostalgia can be too much to carry. Things that were once mine, may not always be! That printed cotton Salwar I wore to work. Even the cubicle had an air of comfort on those days. That hand mirror mom had slid in my bag when I was leaving home for college. “Your hostel room may not have a mirror”, she said. And it didn’t. That brown-white shell I had picked up, on my first beach walk, or the coffee beans I had collected, from a neighborhood café. Those
If locals are to believe, the total audience for Alleppey boat race is more than double of what Wankhede stadium can accommodate. The oarsmen row the boats up to a speed of 80 rows per minute. That’s even faster than your heartbeat. There will be drums beating, supporters dancing, police patrolling and first-time visitors like me trying to make a sense of this one big party, where the entire town comes together to celebrate the biggest event hosted by them. In pictures: Reaching the venue Practice sessions Viewers On duty The battle Departure It was my first trip by myself –
For the 1st few years of my life, I had a limited interaction with the outside world. Let’s just say I was a shy child! My opinions were mainly my parents’ and I am glad most of those made me what I am today. There are things your parents tell you — to follow a few practices, behave a certain way (or not), indulge in some activities. But that’s all they can do. The rest, and maybe most of it, is what you see and observe – their actions, beliefs, choice of words, including overheard conversations. Yes, we have had our own
“Just because a door appears closed it does not mean that it is locked – nor that it will not open with the right heart, call or touch” ― Rasheed Ogunlaru I know nothing about this door: If it’s locked, or open. If it’s vacant, or occupied. If they own the place, or have rented it. How many people are in there? And how many cats? What do they look like? What’s beneath their appearances? Where do they work? Why one window is half-open, and the other closed? What do those symbols mean? Intricately carved and painted. Does the motorbike, belong
While there’s a lot of information available online about this Himalayan trek, here’s some more I want to share. A few realistic tips I wish someone had told me:
Visiting Bhutan can be complicated depending on your nationality. But, as an Indian, I fall under the advantaged category (for once) and can visit this peaceful nation without any hassle. When I decided to go, a few friends had been there. Hence, they became my vital source of reliable information. If you need a Visa, there are several rules functioning around it. If not, you will have to get a permit.
I love to be quiet and alone. I can do it for several days in a row. If not by myself, I’m extremely happy if I’m with one of my favorite people. But, just one! Anything above that usually becomes a crowd. Not comfortable in groups. Love to stay away from crowd. Prefer villages over cities. So, on days I get out and step in the so-called ‘real’ world, I get to hear bizarrely annoying things, some of which I can’t even comprehend. Honestly, I’m tired of questioning/arguing with people because in most cases, they are living in a world
‘So Delhi’ had opened blogger registrations a few days back. I saw their Instagram post announcing it, and immediately filled the form, out of curiosity. I’m not sure if they rejected any applications because if I could get an invite, anyone with a blog could. When the day arrived, I went, just to see what happens in these meets/events or ‘Confluences’, as they called it.
As a child, whenever I’d make new friends, I’d come home to tell my mother all about them. She would listen, while ironing clothes, or helping me with homework. Once I was done, she’d ask their last names, to mentally figure out their castes. Probably to tell me to get closer or stay away from them. Only, she never did!
“How did you go?” “Well, I bought a ticket.” “How did you know where to stay?” I didn’t. It was a risk worth taking. “How did you eat alone?” Just how I eat in someone else’s company, with my hands and mouth! “Did you ever step out of your room?” “What did you do?” “How did you roam around?” Sometimes, I roll my eyes on these questions before answering. Yeah, I can be rude.