My Panorama

What makes each breath worth living is the kind of air you breathe in. I had the opportunity to breathe in the vastness, the emptiness, the silence, the clarity and the royalty of Thar. Another seasoning which adds tickle and fragrance to each breathe is the people [read friends (read family)] in your vicinity. So I was humbled with chaos in the silence of Thar with my insane, fun,loud and happy Swad (read Bakra Union). Not everyone is fortunate enough to experience a journey with people who are so full of life , emotions, flamboyance and do not hesitate to show it off. I am lucky to have this journey which has taught me so much, brought to me so much and made me cherish people I am surrounded with. Much of Philosophy lets go straight to the point… The journey started with loading everything in the universe I could think of the desert might demand of me. But I was not packed enough so I took this little Pixie (read Roopnaz) to fulfil all my random tantrums. Food i...

The land of Krishna.. So this one is a long due. I had a chance to visit the city of divinity, city of love, city where the name krishna resonates in every nook and corner. The city which believes the completion of Krishna only with his Radha. The city which taught me so much about the power of feminism. The essence of softness with masculinity. The importance of Raas with Leela. The city of Vrindavan. So we took a night bus to the city of chants. With the break of first ray of sunshine, I opened my eyes to the early morning rituals of the city. It felt like I was transported to the time when our beloved Kanha trotted the same lanes I was traversing.Little Gwals chased the tyres with sticks. Cows had been replaced with tyres but the chuckles remained same. Old, head-shaved, pony tailed, vermilioned pandits and saints bathed in the holy tap waters with only one din on their lip “Radhe Krishna” and hurried to perform the morning pooja to please their beloved Krishna. ...

(This was my entry for Write India- TOI for Amish Tripathy) Ofcourse I din't win. Anyways enjoy :) Close to the city of Paithan, in a small village called Sauviragram, which lay along the banks of the great river Godavari, lived a woman named Ilaa. Being cotton farmers, her family was well to do, but not among the richest in their area. It was the harvest season, and cotton had to be picked from the plants. The wholesalers and traders from Paithan would be arriving in just a few weeks, carrying gold and goods for barter. They would exchange what they carried for the cotton that the farmers grew. The bales of cotton had to be ready in time! Work was at its peak! But Ilaa was not to be found in the fields. She wasn't working. Instead, she was sitting by the banks of the great river Godavari. 'I am sick of this!' she grunted loudly. Their crop had failed. The lightening in the night burnt the entire harvest. It was a sign of the turn her fortune had taken...

So here is an attempt for a listicle… I will try to be humorous and true. I shapat... Well as you know that I was born on this way back in the forth year of the early nineties( a desperate attempt to hide my age). There are a few things I realised being 21 (see how bad my attempt was) :P Cakes/ No Cakes  See I had spent my last 4 birthdays without a cake because I was in a zone that Cakes are just too main stream. But this year I realised I cannot afford to offend the BUDDAY GOD. Yes there is a BUDDAY GOD. Trust me He is ! ;) . So there was a slight hesitation about it cause I thought AM I TOO OLD FOR THIS ?  Anyway I ended up hogging the entire cylinder on my own :D and I am proud of it ! B| GOSH I AM OLD !     It hit me that dude I am in my “EARLY TWENTIES”. I am eligible for all sorts of government jobs and here I am in a dilemma that should french fries enter my gullet or is it time for Uncle Chips ! ...

I was in Gurgaon, named after the land was gifted to Guru Drona by the Pandavas(this is googled, initially I thought that it was named as Jaggery= Gur and gaon as in village) . The village now has morphed in to a city of glass. As you can see  Before After The change in the city has been enormous and following is the account of how a small town girl witnessed the seeping in of technology and practicality in soils.So basically this is not a very touristy piece One is welcomed to the city of gurgaon by a long stretch of grey carpet and white dashed paint, which when trodden will leave you in the city of palaces- Jaipur. But to my luck, the city of palaces was a far off land and I stopped to glance and reflect at the silicon glass of the city of Gurgaon. To both right and left one witnesses the might of the human hand and gets astounded by the humongous structures.  Honestly, for a person like me it was a little scary. The thought of being surrounded by this...

Sarcastic Sweetness of a mother whose been told her Princess is going backpacking around the world. Explore Thyself First! Being a Mother of a Girl Gone Gaga, I have a right to make a calling about all these dissipated young souls who seek Nirvana in the wilderness. Preached by the idiot box ,they have scribbled the wish to travel the world in the to do list. Our times were simpler, an innocent pleasure to watch circus with the school buddies was frowned upon. But toddlers today, wish to fly without appreciating the simple act of walking. These Bunnies (Ye jawani hai deewani) want experience the dementia of youth forgetting the reality of returning to the Naina life.They want to live as if Zindagi Milegi Na Dobaara manifesting the madness by letting the bulls chase you. It is absurd to think that you know ,”YOLO” but risking that very life because zindagi milegi na dobaara is ..eh !? They say travel makes you a different person. But what of the headphone headed, koh...

Disclaimer:   The account below is that of an anxious, dream loaded northern girl. Enjoy Reading! It started off with the urge to write a paper for an Entrance Exam. To bust the bubbles , no I din't get in. I boarded the flight from City Beautiful and the journey from the wheat basket to the Konkan Coast was spent in air. Bombay                  Getting off from the plane I was surrounded by an aura of salted, humid air with sun shining bright on my head. Being a Cancerian, I sensed the sea nearby (being cancerian had nothing to do with it, anyone who had read their geography books could make this out!). I had to ride from the airport to Colaba and in the way I inhaled half of the city.    I curved structure of Bandra Worli sea link connected the 2 of the 7 islands Mumbai is. Enroute, my jaw dropped seeing the showrooms of the cars whose fantacy every kid in the country has. My dreams raced seeing...

Caution the above account is that of an travel hormone headed girl. Rest.. happy reading! It all started with the will to break the rut of the routine which i have forced myself into. So i packed up myself loaded with clothes to say hi to the mystic beauty of the lowest range of Himalyas (the shivaliks) halting at the most proffered choice of the economical honeymooners Simla (yes simla not Shimla cause i am a chichi and i know it ) To carry is to the destination the HIMALYAN QUEEN awaited at the Kalka station but due to unknown reasons the UNESCO world heritage , the small gauge train started off 2 hours late. It monotony of the small station was broken by the thorn haired, apple cheeked, red clothed monks who  instilled within me the patience to endure 1.5 more hours before the train started carrying the Me + Cupid hit couples + headphones headed dudes. The journey was one of the most tranquil and pleasant I have ever had. Apart from the winding routes, breathta...