i am reminiscing about a trip to goa in 2008. i have an ex-colleague who lives in panaji but had never visited her. she lived in panaji and so a couple of us decided to stay in panaji, in the middle of goa. till then panaji had never even featured in goa plans. it was just the capital of the state and a boring place (in … Continue reading how scrambled eggs in goa changed how i eat eggs!
the taj mahal is a huge monument built for love. in a world that represents scant respect for the depth and gravity of that emotion; a world that has reduced loved to ‘days’ and ‘cards’ and ‘date nights’… it makes me stop, and think about shah jahan, and his wife mumtaz… i wonder about their undying love… what kind was it? was it intense and passionate? … Continue reading taj mahal: a symbol of undying love?
we are a cricket loving family. i grew up watching cricket with my brother and father. cheering loudly at every ball. marveling at how my brother remembered the stats from matches long gone by. i am more the french definition of ‘sportif’… i actively watch sports. then i got married, into another cricket loving family… and my husband plays cricket every sat and sun, even … Continue reading lords, the mecca of cricket
Let’s go on a walk down Chimbai Road in Bandra. Through the bylanes, passing some vintage-cute bungalows, walk till we hit a decrepit bungalow with suspected squatters, take that left and walk till we reach the water’s edge. This is the Chimbai koli village. Just across the water to the left, across the water you won’t venture into, lies the glitzy, glamourous Bandra bandstand with … Continue reading chimbai village, bandra
this is a post that from my blog… the editor liked it and post a few tweaks, it went up at thealternative.in yesterday! i don’t know if i will ever lose the joy i get when i see my name ‘in print’… it is happening more often this year, but i still do my little jump, say that happy ‘yay’ and then want to tell the world… … Continue reading and another article goes up.. 😀
We were in a forest, in Kaziranga, Assam. Maybe not as dense as you imagine in your head, but a forest with pathways and wild elephant dung in a path that criss-crossed ours as we climbed up and up, his footsteps trampled the grass and shrubs, he made his own way, while we followed the much flattened and smoothened way of the villagers who lived … Continue reading … … burning bright, in the forests of the night… courtesy: mr blake!
i thought a simple charger wouldn’t affect my life as much as it has… this isn’t about my mobile’s charger or my laptop’s charger, those are two chargers ppl are normally dependent on (yes, i hear some of you say ‘you are too’!), i’d like to believe i am not that mobile / computer dependent today as i was say a couple of years ago… i am … Continue reading the little letters dictating my life
(written about a man i met while in the village of jhadpoli) he stares at me his lungi stained with life that never waited for him sagging skin showcased a grey stubble. i walk with an air. he has not smelt. speak with a chin. he has never lifted. my processed cotton and lycra bands the camera that has a bag of its own muddled … Continue reading the unknown man
in this town near london, there is a large pool, made of stone, with an intricate gutter system that ensured the water is always fresh and clean. with numerous alcoves, strong stone carved pillars, huge pillars, statues of roman soldiers lining the terrace, the sky reflecting in the green water, heated saunas with stone steps along the side, separate pools for dips and separate for … Continue reading the romans and their baths…
travel for me is about stories, about places, people, where they have been, and how they got here. i like travel, not just for mad travelers and their envious around-the-world tales but for experiences, stories, histories. for living, in a place, that can only come from sticking, staying put. i can’t always do that! don’t have the money or time to live in another city … Continue reading why i love homestays…
merry to go around 