My Panorama

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...