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Banaras: Bold, Beautiful and Bejeweled!

Posted by on Feb 29, 2016 in Featured Posts, Travel Tales | 20 comments

Banaras: Bold, Beautiful and Bejeweled!

“Banaras is older than history, older than tradition, older than even legend, and looks twice as old as all of them put together”- Mark Twain.. “Kashi” as locals calls it, is a city that should be savored slowly- almost like the ‘paan’ that comes associated with this name in its prefix. It is a city that you either like for its character or dislike for its dirt. So, while packing your suitcase, pack patience. Because, if you don’t wear that, it will be hard for you move along or experience it. Be it, for allowing the musky smell of camphor to...

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Darjeeling- A tale of tail-coats, tea-gardens and tall ‘tains

Posted by on Jan 11, 2016 in Travel Tales | 12 comments

Darjeeling- A tale of tail-coats, tea-gardens and tall ‘tains

Never has brewing tea made me more nervous. In fact, I now tremble and take a deep breath before I dare to make that first pour into the teapot. I take extra care with the water temperature for the first brew now. The spectre of burning my tea leaves on the first brew looms. I don’t even dare to use a thermometer to measure water temperature. “Feel it with your heart. Learn it with the palm of your hand and fingers in relation to the changing environment.” – had said a wise man, once.  I am back from a short stop-over at Makaibari, the first ever tea factory in the...

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Kumortuli- Human Interventions to Divine Possibilities

Posted by on Oct 9, 2015 in Travel Tales | 4 comments

Kumortuli- Human Interventions to Divine Possibilities

There’s a slight crispness in the early morning air in Kolkata, almost making it comparable to the nip we are so fond of in Bangalore. The after-effects of the strong showers from the last afternoon hasn’t caused Calcutta to give up it’s resilience in coming back with the briny, balmy humidity, even before the clock strikes 8am.. That’s autumn in Bengal, a season which welcomes to the city the worship of a deity, who, we believe in all might, has slain the evil, and brought harmony and good to the world. It’s the season of amiable abundance; a time  for religion, art...

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Jodhpur Talkies: Dreams, Blues and Brahmins

Posted by on Aug 18, 2015 in Travel Tales | 3 comments

Jodhpur Talkies: Dreams, Blues and Brahmins

Jodhpur ‘blue’ me away. Like it did the first time I visited the bustling old town. Around the majestic Mehrangarh fort’s feet, Jodhpur unfolds into a jumble of blue-hued houses, medieval buildings and winding streets. The graceful havelis, ornately arched gates and temples strewn throughout the city bring alive its famed historic grandeur. Set in stark contrast against the harsh backdrop of the Thar, the azure-painted houses in Jodhpur have earned it the nickname ‘The Blue City’. There are several stories behind the city’s unique colour. The most convincing one says that, it was...

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London Kaleidoscope: Postcard memories in black and white…

Posted by on Aug 2, 2015 in Featured Posts, Photo Essays, Travel Tales | 6 comments

London Kaleidoscope: Postcard memories in black and white…

The best thing about being in London, is that it becomes familiar very quickly. It makes you feel at home. Settled in quickly. With different meanings to ‘settling’ in. You can be just another face in the crowd. Or be the perfect tourist. And, in both these cases, you are still ‘settled’-in…and connected. In  heart, soul, pulse and pace. It grows on you. The first day you fumble at the Oyster card machine. Two days later you know the exact change to carry to the Pret-e-manger next door for your coffee and croissant. A week later, you don’t feel like...

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Quirky and Quaint : A Summer Day in the Cotswold

Posted by on Jul 3, 2015 in Travel Tales | 2 comments

Quirky and Quaint : A Summer Day in the Cotswold

The Old Mill at Lower Slaughter is owned by Gerald Harris, a well known jazz singer from north London. His pretty (and) efficient daughter Linda runs the Mill store and manages visitors at the museum with him. He tells me that one fine day he and the family came to Bourton-on-water for a holiday, and fell so much in love with the solitude of this place, that he never went back! Not too many people are like this, these days…who follow their dreams. And when they turn out chivalrous and charming, you wouldn’t mind the thin streak of narcissism that come as a package!  It’s...

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