Last month a group of friends were planning to Go Goa because they were getting cheapest air tickets and they invited me to join. Two minutes into the conversation, their itinerary (or lack of it) helped me from wasting my five valuable days staying immersed in pools of Goa Hotels and getting drunk on Baga beach. Don’t get me wrong. Its fine if that’s your idea of a vacation. What made me cringe even more
I have spent nights (and days) looking for affordable flight tickets, trying various websites, filters and permutations, all in incognito window of course so that those advertisements on the side bar don’t keep popping up. After a few successful attempts, I’ve learnt there’s no fixed equation to grab that dream deal without any terms and conditions. I’ve also learnt that just being mindful of the following,
Backpacking trip can mean different things to different people. For me it’s a combination of budget (not dirt-cheap) stays, semi-planned itineraries, occasional adrenaline rush, breathtaking landscapes, ancient architecture, long walks and of course, a backpack. The first time I traveled with just a pack on my back, it was a Himalayan trek in Uttarakhand, with 9 strangers who became friends by the end of coming down the mountains. While most things went well, a few smaller ones did go wrong.
Indore for me is LOVE. A part of it is because of city’s obsession with food. But, a larger part of that affection comes from a fact that I never expected Indore to be amazing. When you continue to stay in metro cities for a long time, you tend to underestimate second tier towns. That’s exactly what I also did, something that I’m not proud of.
June 2014. I visited Ladakh for the first time. It was a family road-trip and my mother was more excited than me. We spent a week in the region doing everything touristy like day trips to Pangong & Nubra Valley, visiting famous monasteries and eating Momos. The trip ended, Facebook pictures got updated, everyone got back to work but since then, a part of me continued to live in those mountains.
Where the air had something that makes me think I’ll go back. For more… More of what metro cities don’t have. Neither do the villages. Cheap Uber rides, malls and markets to choose from, street food stalls as well as affordable cafés, un-crowded yet relatively safe neighborhoods to go on long walks, folks who are neither too interfering nor too indifferent.
These days, my Facebook timeline is generally filled with three kind of posts: People getting married and married people celebrating anniversaries. People producing kids and people with kids celebrating their birthdays. People checking in to colorful café and exotic destinations. I never want to see myself in either of the first two categories. But definitely the third one!
That silent touch, sound of water crashing with rocks, clouds making ridiculous patterns, the ruffle of grass on your feet, distant chirp of birds, the way your best friend calls your name. Such priceless things in life are often free!
As much as the mainstream Bollywood movies are known to be far from reality, let’s just accept all of us have at least one favorite. Be it a young girl living on the streets trying to copy Anushka Sharma or a business tycoon hopping from one luxury hotel in India to another, we all have that filmy keeda we group up with.
Ever wondered why Gurgaon is known as the ‘Millennium city’? Oh why am I even asking – the folks who stay there must either be working hard, stuck in traffic or lying on a couch, half-drunk. Those staying elsewhere don’t give a damn. So, no time for such questions, right? But, I know you all often sneak into the more colorful virtual world when boss is not around or between two traffic signals or when, for a while, you are somewhere between sober and sleepy. After all, I’ve spent two of the most frustrating years of my life in town.