Delhi is a city of polarities. It is as much modern as it is ancient. It is as much a child as it is a withering old man. No, not an old man—it is a grand old dame, one who has seen much splendour in her salad days, one who has had lovers flock to(…)
I have always found dinner disasters very amusing. The ones in which somebody spills chicken gravy on the white dress of the pretty lady sitting next to them. Or when someone struggles to slice the beef with their fork and knife which, by the way is ridiculously blunt, only to have it fly sharply over(…)
You have either been at the receiving end or at the giving end. Truth is you have been at one end. Travelling with someone is much like living out a marriage. You enjoy your time with the person, you suffer him/her, you annoy the hell out of the dawg. Some are difficult, some are a(…)
We Indians are a motley group. And more so when we travel. We are as different from one another as a kangaroo is different from a peepul tree. You might be the kind who is fascinated by the idea of spending hours trying to decipher Arabic passages inscribed on the Taj Mahal, but a fun-loving(…)
There are some journeys we undertake for fun, some are an escape, and some happen because we have to. Then there are those journeys that cannot be helped. There are some strange truths about this world of ours that need to be encountered in flesh and blood. Malana was one such journey. We were curious(…)
Our story began in the first chapter of Malana diaries with a shady innkeeper. You would recall we had stealthily slipped away from Local Hero’s lodge after catching him in his underpants. After that we trekked for an hour. Running. Looking back to see for pursuing SUVs. Nibbling on oranges. Fishing for sunscreen in bags.Trying(…)
“Trekking girl or party girl?” asked the 30-something firang from behind his shades, with a suggestive twitch of the mouth. Leaning back in his chair at the open café in Kasol, he waited for an answer. Taken completely unawares, I looked at him trying to conceal my surprise at his directness. “Trekking girl.” I replied(…)
I’ve often heard the question – “Are you a beach person or a hills person?” and wondered if it’s possible to be both. I love the hills – the crispness of the air, the pine scent, a slightly haunted feel after 7 pm, and the atmosphere pregnant with mystery – I love it all. I always thought beaches(…)
He’s in his sixties, you’d never guess the way he rides those massive 6-footers with such ease, he’s beenat it for atleast 50 years, he’s American and he’s called Swami Bhakti Gaurava Narasingha. Ok, so his real name is Jack Hebner (for some reason reminds you of Hugh Hefner, but no, that’s not who I’m(…)
Trring! “Hi, can I talk to Nishi?” says a suave voice from the other end. “Ya, this is Nishi,” I reply putting on my best tone. Crisp Voice says, “Congratulations Nishi, you have won the Tata Nano food-quote contest. You are going to shoot a sequence on the show Highway on my Plate with Rocky(…)
It’s raining cats and dogs in Delhi, people. The rain gods really seem to have descended upon us, unlike the rest of their brethren who are supposedly in Allahabad right now for the Allahabad Maha Kumbh Mela, what is billed as the largest and greatest religious gathering on the planet. Astonishingly, the 2013 festival is(…)
Yesterday during lunch at office, we were discussing how it was time that we all went on a holiday together. Think it’s time that we took a two day break, and go play near a waterfall ourselves, just like all our customers do. The trick for a company organizing a trip for its employees is(…)
1) Touch-me-not: Malana, Himachal Pradesh Once upon a time there was a Greek chappie called Alexander and since no one played cricket in his country, he was bored and decided to conquer the world. So in 334 BC, he launched an attack on Asia Minor and eight years later, seeking to reach the end(…)
Leaving behind the quaint and gully strewn island town of Navadwip, I stepped onto the massive Teak wood boat that swayed lazily over the forceful Ganges currents. I could spot my fuzzy destination far across the river, its plane banks camouflaged within tall coconut palms, and wild green shrubbery. A tug of rope here,(…)
After every night, comes a new day. After every storm, there is light. And just maybe that’s why the Dussehra comes right after the stormy monsoon season – the celebration of Durga’s victory over Mahishasur, Ram’s over Ravan, good over evil. As a child, I used to love Dussehra simply because father would buy toy(…)
The 11th Conference of Parties to the Convention of Biological Diversity has seen the host city Hyderabad get a facelift. Overnight, roads have been paved, widened and marked. Sculptures seem to have grown from the earth and colours of green, blue and yellow have merged themselves into artistic outlets to mask the graffiti alongside(…)
Most people want to travel the world but will readily quip that they do not have the time or the money to do so. What it really takes to fulfill that dream is to get out of one’s comfort zone, make a steely resolve and plan a bit. All you need to do to make(…)
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