#1 An indian tourist in india
An amazing host this city of culture, art, tradition, and mind blowing food. Chennai they call it. In the boarding pass it reads ‘MAA’, what I call my mothers (in hindi). Stories of this place and people on a loop inside my head.
It took me some time to get used to the idea that ‘I can be a tourist in my own native land’.
Idea is very simple touring a place means exploring it, but not every part of my country was explored by me. I technically become a tourist by that logic.
But, it is a tragedy to be tourist in your country! I had so many pre-concieved notion about different part of india that it took away the trill of exploring places.
I am an Indian. I was born in a north indian brahmin family dwelling in central india. But the sold images of a reality of people, places and situation can be different.
It’s a challenge exploring your own country as a tourist.
Let me tell you how:
My job requires me to travel around the country almost every-week. I grew bored of being a tourist. There was no emotion.
The quality of service was equivalent to the bill and tip. Shinier clothes received grandeur services. It wore off. I started feeling exhausted at the name of a world heritage site or ANY local attraction.
Netflix and Food od my preference with hassle free fully air conditioned 5 star hotel was my favorite pass-time. Something changed…