Travel Sarcastic !

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, kohl eyed flaunts deaf to the real problems and blind to the life stigmas.They sure need to be different but I doubt “travel” would accelerate this change. What transformation would a gospel by the travel guide to ears of the countless bring? 

I do not deny, that travelling teaches you a lot of things, but of what good is that tireless trek when you cannot be thankful to your maid. Isn’t a night bike ride a facade when you cannot appreciate a rickshaw puller for his sedulous paddling.Isn’t the taste of the finest wine worthless if you are inconsiderate to the hungry. Isn’t a group selfie with strangers a sham, when you are not there for your parents. 

To understand this “Fad” to travel the world, to kiss the rain, to chase the wind, to outrun the river, to be a chichi, to imitate the “fox traveller” , to become the “king of good times”, is beyond my understanding. I wish she understands that travel is not a one time a affair that makes you enlightened but a journey to experience, renew and rekindle oneself consistently and continuously.


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