The Writing on the Road
“For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.” Robert Louis Stevenson
December 07, 2012
You Lover-boy, Bombay.
July 28, 2012
Bombay, I leave you behind...
I have to leave behind your idiosyncrasies, your ways, your life..
I am too used to you
Even when I'm here,
I assume
I am with you
But sorry, I can no longer cheat on my present
and live by my past.
I just cannot afford it any longer.
Afford to assume
that instant means instant.
For, now, instant means an hour
or 45 minutes after a puppy-faced negotiation
in broken bits of an imitated kannada accent.
I cannot depend on pedestrians and auto walas
to guide me to a destination
while I am sure, I can just figure it out that way.
Because there are too many turns I encounter
too many one-ways
too many 3rd crosses
which are different, by the way,
from 3rd mains and 3rd streets.
I must leave your linear ways behind.
Learn to adhere to pre-decided meeting points
fixed at prominent junctions,
which were really meant to be circles
and are now under-passes.
I must learn bus numbers
Unless I wish to live in the hope
of someone somehow guiding me.
Your familiarity has begun to cost
my pockets
my time
my patience.
I must leave behind the luxury
of walking down the lane
for a late night cup of make-do coffee
and rely instead on my culinary creativity
to make do with what I have
in my room already.
Except the rare occasion of being blessed
with a 24 hour cafeteria
which serves coffee, at only particular hours of a day.
I don't want to take for granted
a rickshaw waiting for me at every nook and corner
mostly willing to take me to another nook and corner
by the meter.
For, it only leaves me with the option
of long walks
or missed lectures
And long walks now actually mean long walks
Not the 500 metres that you got me used to.
I am sorry..
Or rather, I am glad
I have to leave you behind
So that I am finally able
to discover this 'other' land.
Where long walks are a pleasure
and the non-availability of rickshaws
at my whims and fancies
leads to little adventures.
Where scheduling and planning ahead
makes me productive.
Where a new language, new gestures, new greetings
await me with wide arms
always asking my hungry soul
'uta ayitha?'
Where getting lost amidst crosses and lanes
leads me to quiet homes
and pretty lakes
and gardens that spring out of seemingly nowhere.
So, I leave you behind Bombay
Here and now, I play
by new rules
And maybe someday
I'll come back to you
With wonderful stories
of discovery
And delight.
July 15, 2012
January 11, 2012
This Time
October 30, 2011
To Bangalore...
October 21, 2011
Again
July 21, 2011
Binge!
I figured that waiting until then is, well, not happening. I’ve decided to care a damn (if that can really be called a decision) and just eat to my heart’s content right away. Eat at different places, at different prices and with different people… So there lies the entire point of making you read all this self-indulgent blah. Different people! Since you’re not me, you obviously belong to that category… and I would love to invite you to dinner (and lunch and breakfast and coffee and tea).
So, whoever you are and whatever you eat, please come join me. Let’s Binge!
Place: Britannia and Company, Colaba
Day: Sunday, 24th July
Time: 1 pm (or whenever you eat lunch)
Reason: Because I have never eaten Parsi food!
July 20, 2011
I didn't make it to Bhutan.
No.
I didn’t make it to Bhutan.
Came here instead
to the dreaded dreamland,
where time is money
as is everything else.
Where slow
is the dheemi local
or the internet!
No.
I didn’t make it to Bhutan.
Woke up instead
on early afternoons
of eventless days.
To a diminishing rain
and flood-threats.
No.
I didn’t make it to Bhutan.
So?
Could I not walk for a kilometer and a half?
Let the rain drop fall on my hair
and the muck lay aside.
Could I not just walk?
Push, one foot and another
through waves of rain water?
Step on semi-stones
and half-jump over dividers?
Watch those school kids, wet inside ankle-length raincoats
cause a traffic jam
marching across the road
single file.
Could I not?
Walk.
Watch.
Wonder.
Could I really not,
just stand here,
drenched,
pleased at a 30 minute mini- adventure?
Console myself.
So what?
I didn’t make it to Bhutan.
May 30, 2011
Soul, Smiles and the Last Shangri-la!
Whoever you are, whatever you do…
I urge you to, if even for a moment, stop.
Stop doing, stop being and
Imagine.
Imagine that right in the middle
of two racing economies
lies a small, very small kingdom;
where the people are unaware of the race.
Imagine
a tiny haven nestled in the mountains;
where height is measured by
how tall you stand
Imagine
a land of people who choose
a monarchy;
that defies the balance-sheets of the world
in favour of
Happiness.
Imagine
waking up to an open blue sky
dotted with yellow-blue flags
of Wisdom;
and sleeping to chants
of an Ancient Secret.
Imagine.
And then, Imagine
some more.
And when you are done imagining
Please do tell me.
Would you
or would you not
come, if even for a moment, and
live in this World
with me?
If you would, then I think we are up for some vagabonding, conversation and great meals together!
Allow me, now, to share with you some more details in the simplest, fastest way. Here goes...
Where?
I am optimistic that you are sure of our destination by now! ;) And, as to where all and where exactly in Bhutan, I think we should figure that out together, right?
When?
July 1st to July 14th is the surest tentative date! Though, we could do a period of 14 days, anytime between 25th June to 20th July.
Why Bhutan?
Well, for a lot of reasons, and for no reason at all! In fact, you should share with me your reason.
For some more 'real' and 'objective' thoughts, insights and experiences of the country you should look at/read:
http://www.littleexistence.blogspot.com
http://www.kingdomofbhutan.com
So Close to Heaven: The Vanishing Buddhist Kingdoms of the Himalayas by Barbara Crossette
A Baby in a Backpack to Bhutan by Bunty Avieson
The Monies and other Concerns
The budget very much exists and should be a maximum of 10,000 per person for 14 days from Calcutta onwards. And though, like most other matters, the budget is flexible, we should try and adhere to it!
Other concerns like visa, currency, passport etc can be taken care of easily... It is quite simple for Indians, all you need is some photographs and and ID proof. However, we can correspond on that at a more direct level (ie: we'll just chat/talk!)
Should I seriously be coming?
Well, yes of course! If you have read this post so far, I am positive that you seriously want to!
You should reconsider only if any (or all!) of the following apply:
- Serious problems with flexibility. In fact, any problems with it at all! Backpacking, with a fixed and small budget cannot be enjoyed without being able to make/break/alter plans, or not have plans at all!
- OCD! Some places we go to might not exactly be the most hygienic or aesthetic...
- Need to carry hair dryers/matching shoes and accessories for every outfit/gels/anything else that is not exactly a 'necessity'!
- Dislike for walking! We just cannot, not walk and still explore a place!
- Lastly, no respect for the environment.
May 28, 2011
Rajasthan 10 - Opening up my heart
“I just open up my heart ya!”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
We were sitting by a make-do fire, the four of us.
Me. My friend and fellow traveller. And two strangers. Photographers we had met on the train to Jaisalmer – Rohit Sabharwal and Santosh. Some co-incidence and a really good bargain offer had brought us together on this ‘desert trip to see the dunes’.
With a half a day long camel-ride, a few gorgeous sun-set pictures and an evening dinner behind us, we had resorted to the good old travel pastime – Conversation. And I had just asked Rohit some naïve question about how do you know who to trust and where do you draw the line.
To which he said, “I just open up my heart ya…”
What? Opens up his heart? That’s it?
What did he even mean, opens up his heart just like that!
How could one possibly afford to do that…? Open up their heart to the receptionist of a functional, budget hotel? To any fellow passenger on the local bus? To sweet-sellers across the street from your hotel?
How could one warm up to someone at the risk of becoming vulnerable? Or maybe just let go, at the risk of also letting go of precious cameras and saved money?
Though I smiled back at him, it was the half-curved smile of disbelief. Of course, he did not mean what he had just said. It was a good line, perfect for the moment and the ambience. That’s it.
I looked away. Questioning.
Then I saw.
The unending expanse of desert around me. No sign of any civilisation for miles. The five camels and the two camel-walahs sitting beside. In the stark darkness. The two strange men I was talking to. I didn’t know where I was, my parents didn’t know where I was. There was just one person there who I could trust. He was almost asleep.
And then all of a sudden, I saw what he had meant.
For I had opened up my heart too. Just like that.
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