i was about to make the same mistake as everyone, but i read THIS!

Frankly, i dont even remember the number of times I've procrastinated my plans to start a blog that chronicles my sojourns to the remote towns and villages of our country. Given that I've been up and about since the year 2000 and have had the fortune to explore India through the eyes, ears and words of the natives. Through their eyes, i've seen places that don't feature in Time-out or Lonely Planet. Through their dialects i’ve communicated and had the best of meals that can sufficiently satiate a food lover as me. Through their tales, i've lived and grown to love the multiple cultures that we so easily take for granted.

I've always held the belief that a country is not its roads, highways, sprawling business districts or downtowns. Countries and their culture comes from those who stand as pylons, notwithstanding the overbearing need to balance basic needs and the burgeoning crisis around them. It comes from those who have sweat on their brow, and heart warming smiles on their faces. It comes from those who have little to loose, yet so much to offer. It comes from those, who, even before asking your intent of travel offer you a glass of water, knowing that you have traversed the same earth where they toil. And as such i find myself gravitating to the natives, who speak a different dialect every 15 kms, who wrap a different cloth every few hundred kilometers , and who eat a different meal, not demarcated by political borders, but by natural features of valleys and ocean


The Forest Guest house atop Triund at 9300 ft. in Dharamsala dist. of Himachal Pradesh offers splendid views of the Dhauladhar ranges, for only a mere 500 Rs. a night.


A shepherd takes shelter as rains pour down at 10,000 ft. atop the Triund village in Dharamsala district of Himachal Pradesh. Shepherd's camp in a nearby village for 3 months of monsoon and then go beyond the Indrahar pass before winter makes it inaccessible.

I’ve been wanting to document these journeys for quite some time. The journeys that not only transported me from place to place, but also from thought to thought. While the kilometers may seem endless, the tarmac of my mind has been cured with the sun that has thawed me over the years. And as i was about to begin sharing my experiences, i chanced upon this apt article, shared by a friend who’s really pushed me to take to the virtual pen. A few lines from this article serve as clear directive and a clear depiction, on what this blog will be serving to you fine people.

“The secret to her success was listening to the people she visited and letting them tell the story.This shouldn’t be any secret. It should be what every travel writer does. But, as many have observed, the purpose of travel writing has changed as travel itself has changed and become more accessible. Listening is less important when readers no longer rely on written accounts to transport them vicariously to places they would never have the opportunity to see for themselves. Today’s writing is more aspirational. The travel writer sells not only lovely prose and insights into a new land but also the lifestyle of the rootless and adventurous. Yet, when you establish your life and yourself as goals to aspire to, you take yourself out of the world. Every interaction is sculpted for its eventual presentation, and the aim of every presentation is to show how wonderful your life is. Since we seem these days to judge the best life not as one marked by compassion and connection but as a sensual experience of exotic foods, insider knowledge, and Instagram-able landscapes, everything that doesn’t incite the envy of the writer’s followers gets cut out. If your life is an aspiration, you are a beacon, not a human, and you talk rather than listen.”

The entire article can be found at http://bostonreview.net/books-ideas/jessa-crisipin-female-travel-writing

That puts forth a question, is this a travel blog? Yes, and no. It is a travel blog in the sense that it traverses along my ventures to amazing places. But it is not only a travel blog, as i'd cover food, technology and everything that i cannot alienate myself from, as i lead this life. Lastly, i want to thank you for taking out the time to read. The internet is full of far more interesting stuff and its very encouraging that you’d spare your time to read my unfiltered thoughts.

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