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.
If you’ve read my last post, you must be aware how I’ve committed to spend next one year in rural India. Maybe, more! It’s easy to say drinking water isn’t a problem when you’re sitting in that apartment on 11th floor where the guy delivering 30 liter mineral water bottle earns more than double of a farmer family in rural parts of the country. But, visit this side and you’ll meet the challenge right in its face.
As I sit down to pen this post, there’s a sudden calmness around. The to-do list at the back of my mind has shut itself up for a while. The recently emptied yellow coffee mug kept on the right side of my laptop just gave me some instant energy and the weather in this part of the country couldn’t be better. All in all, coming back to the blog after one and a half month feels great!
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 –
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.
Remember those fight scenes in Bollywood movies that used to be shot amidst huge containers placed one over the other in a vast open space? As a child, I may have sometimes fantasized visiting one such place but never knew where they existed in real. Because, if you search for ‘Container grounds in India’ on Google, it will provide a list of Cricket grounds. Oh the obsession! A few days back while scrolling through ‘Instagram’ (whoever said it’s a waste of time), I stumbled upon this street-art show going on in Delhi.
Every time, I am out on the roads, I overhear people complaining about traffic and pollution. Have you ever thought who is responsible for it? Commuting to work, just by yourself in a car, for 30 odd kilometers one-way, makes you the traffic more than anyone else. Similarly, it astonishes me whenever someone blames the world for global warming while their own TV sets are switched on without an audience. My own family does it, for that matter! In recent years, people have started travelling more than ever. But, sadly a lot of them don’t know how to do it
When I decided to do a solo trip along the Konkan coastline in Maharashtra, I hadn’t even heard of Murud. The region was as new to me as India for someone living in Mexico all their lives. So, I asked for help with destinations and itinerary, on a Facebook travel group for women. There, a kind lady suggested a few lesser known towns I could explore over 12 days, Murud being one of those. After a longer than expected rickety bus ride from Mumbai, I got down in the dark streets of what looked like a sleepy little town. Little
While spending 1st day of the year strolling around the beaches of Pondicherry little did I know ‘2015’ would turn out to be ‘Travel’ focused. Or so, I’d like to put it. Because, on second thoughts it was much more. It was about having a lot of me-time, which is becoming a luxury these days. It was about taking chances. With extensive research, planning and a few thought-out decisions, I managed to do things I hadn’t done before. Here are five of the major ones, in chronological order: