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Portraits from Nandgaon- “Nand Kishor Gosvami”

Posted by on Mar 20, 2017 in Travel Tales | 0 comments

Portraits from Nandgaon- “Nand Kishor Gosvami”

What attracts me best about mythology is that whether it’s fact or fiction, it lands up as a fabulous story! I don’t know about others, but I like to think that the emotions and its resultant actions are very true. I am often prompted to think – are these purely fiction? Do they affect human life in day to day situations; do people like to read emotions as reality? These often provoke questions in my realistic mind, and I find that stimulation exhilarating! Nandgaon is the hometown of Shri Krishna and His brother, Balram. It’s the place where the divine brothers live...

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Portraits from Nandgaon- “Lali” and “Sunehri”

Posted by on Mar 19, 2017 in Travel Tales | 1 comment

Portraits from Nandgaon- “Lali” and “Sunehri”

I have a knack for stories , specially the ones which were heavily infused with mythology. As much as these stories entertain me , they also leave me with several revelations. And in that league of entertainers and revealers, Krishna is my hero(or heroine!) His Raas-leela is the father of all love-affairs, that can justly be summed as ‘It’s better to have love and lust, than never love at all!’  So powerful and aspirational was Raas-leela, that mythology endorses Shiva bathing in the Yamuna, to become a gopi (a milkmaid), so that he could dance the Raas-leela with...

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Portraits from Nandgaon- “Manohar”

Posted by on Mar 18, 2017 in Travel Tales | 5 comments

Portraits from Nandgaon- “Manohar”

Whenever I have travelled, I have always wondered who they are and what the pictures in my frames do in real lives. What might their lives be like? Who do they live with? What will they do from this moment onwards? What do they do in the evenings? What is their favourite fruit? And, I have always craved and my hands have itched to carve out a fictional life for them. So here I am…. in my first attempt to do that. This will be the first of a series of 15/20 really short biographies of characters my lenses spotted. Unreal names, with realistically spun stories. My backdrop is that of...

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Kodagu Konnect: A Rainy Weekend at Coorg

Posted by on Dec 6, 2016 in Reviews & Recommendations, Travel Tales | 8 comments

Kodagu Konnect: A Rainy Weekend at Coorg

When I was much younger, and in college, Coorg was a little squiggle on mind, most evitable by a rich sultry drapes, matching nails and lip colour  of a certain Ms Cariappa. It almost stood out eking out a visual cue for Coorg. Eventually, as my friend circle grew in college, Coorg became one of those places that people called home in the multicultural melting pot that was Manipal. And, almost all of them had jaw-dropping good looks, had an unbelievably high tolerance for fiery meat dishes and the almost the same intensity of intolerance against hockey! This naturally led to a conversation...

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Turning 40…

Posted by on Nov 10, 2016 in Travel Tales | 17 comments

Turning 40…

Yesterday was my 40th birthday. Amidst people in one part of the world counting votes, and the other half counting notes, I pretty much had a great time! Infact, I get a feeling that it took me 40 years to convince the world that I was born to create history! When I was a kid, 40 seemed so old.  Middle aged.  The age of my school teachers and doctors with fudged up spectacles who my dad and mum relied upon so much. When I was 20, 40 was like a whole life-time away. When I was 30, 40 seemed like an age where, when I reached, I would have things figured out. Set. A solid...

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Goa-A Glorious and Graceful Hangover!

Posted by on Jul 10, 2016 in Travel Tales | 11 comments

Goa-A Glorious and Graceful Hangover!

Goa is not just exciting and beautiful, it’s intensely addictive too. I don’t know anyone who claims to be bored of Goa, no matter how many times they have already gone. Take me, as a case study.  Five visits already, and still not tired of it. Different kinds of visits. First there was the first time. The time when I managed to stay fairly sober all through the trip, observing nuances of the place, constantly watching the wallet for a few notes and what leisure could it buy me, with just one good meal in my little black dress at the Taj at Fort Aguada (that was on my birthday,...

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