Once a trekker…

Hello peeps! Long time no see, no me, no posts! Have some time in hand today so thought I’ll quickly write up a post. Also, its Sunday today – what are you guys up to today? Busy with something you love, or simply lazing around? As far as I’m concerned, all I’m doing is reminiscing last Sunday – because at this time last Sunday, I was in my favorite place – up in the mountains! So here’s a bit about last Sunday’s trek to Kothaligad, like not the intricate details ( chuck, you’ll know when you read) – so  read up!

To be honest, I was sleep deprived and super exhausted (courtesy a hectic work week) before the trek even began . I had to wake up at 4.30 in the morning to get ready and leave home to reach the pickup point on time, at 6 am. And I’d set the alarm to 4.30 am, but I was so delirious, that when the alarm rang, I woke up , sat up scratching my head wondering why on earth have I set the alarm to 4.30 in the Morning on a Sunday! It took me a couple of minutes to finally realize I had a trek to go to!

Also, I was missing from the action scene since the beginning of 2019 – this trek was my first trek this year. I wasn’t able to keep the ‘one trek every month’ pact I’d made with myself. After Fort Mahuli in December 2018, I sadly wasn’t able to go on even a single trek ( life and the 150 reasons it throws up to make sure the odds aren’t in your favor!). I wasn’t missing it for anything in the world So I picked up my tired limbs, gathered myself up for the trek and set out.

Sleepy as I was, I thought I’d catch up with some sleep on the three hour journey to the fort – but no, that wasn’t to happen either! We had a trek buddies reunion – we had all met last year, on Fort Mahuli for the first time, and the ball we had on that treacherous trek! And the thing with trek buddies is that no matter after how long you meet, nothing can beat the enthusiasm to see similar faces on a trek! So yeah, we had almost 7 months of catching up to do – during which we talked about two things that mattered the most – what are you doing currently? And do you set aside time for maintaining your fitness levels?

And for me, while the first was easy to answer, I felt really guilty while answering the second one because I’d given up swimming and running too – I’d decided to pursue either of the two to keep up with my fitness, but I just couldn’t. It’s really important to maintain your fitness levels if you’re a trekker (unless of course, you’re perfectly cool with holding up the entire group with your snail-speed, wait for unnecessary breaks to catch your breath and make someone else carry your bag). So here I was, with no physical activity (stopped running since the past two months), with a lethargic body, arriving shamelessly for this trek ( which by the way, was no joke)

And the consequences of it.. well, I bore them. I struggled through the initial phase of the trek. As the altitude rose slowly, I could feel that my lung capacity had dwindled down. We weren’t even through one-fourth of the trek and here I was, already huffing and puffing, all red in the face! Added to this was my week long exhaustion, already aching body and extremely high humidity levels (84%) that day!

Thankfully, I had the best companions with me for this trek. We kept talking and walking, motivating each other. And all through this time, though I was struggling to keep up with the pace, I kept reminding myself that I’ve done tougher treks than this and though I was in my prime physical form during those, it didn’t mean that I have lost it all in me. I reminded myself, “once a trekker, always a trekker”. And rather than cribbing about how exhausted I was, I should focus my energies on trudging ahead. Did that work? Well yes, it did.

With the best trek buddies!

I soon caught the rhythm and was moving ahead like I had nothing to lose. Nature has her own ways of showing you, bringing to your notice of how you have been neglecting yourself, your body. But once you’re in nature’s arms, she will comfort you like no other. And there I was – one with Mother Nature – reveling in all her beauty, absorbing every stunning sight she was unfolding as we kept going higher.

There was a rest stop when we were done with 3/4th of the trek. We were given the option of settling there or going ahead. Because of the extreme conditions (scorching heat and humidity) half the group settled right there, while the other half ( my companions and me included) were visibly excited to go ahead! After all what’s a challenge if you don’t accept it? Especially when we were informed that the last part was the toughest, with rock climbing and a huge, winding staircase to the top (which would make any head spin!), we were like, “Yaha tak aye hai, poora kar ke hi chodenge” (If we’ve come up till here, we’re not returning without reaching the top)

The ones who decided to make it to the top!

And we did – the steps through the winding staircase were huge – at the beginning we did hop onto the steps as though they were a child’s play, soon we realized that there were many flights of stairs leading to the top – each stair two feet tall,  covered with  moss and super slippery too. After two flights which we managed to walk upright, we were on all fours for the rest of the stairs! There was no other way out!

The unforgettable stairs….

But yes ,the struggle was worth it – the rewarding view and the breakfast with the dragonflies, honeybees and butterflies whizzing past was all worth it. Especially after having breakfast, lunch in the office cafeteria – cutlery, shiny plates and table etiquette – this reckless breakfast was a welcome change. In fact I was longing for this since the past 7 months. Just sat still at the top, watching the wind mills in motion at a distance, biting into the crunchy apple and peanut butter chikki – throwing caution to the winds – not bothered about unwashed hands, lack of tissues and even plates – just peace and sheer bliss.

Trekking teaches you that you can survive with the bare minimum – you don’t require luxuries to make your life happy. It makes you realize how you waste a lot of your resources( time, money) to indulge in luxurious stuff when the real happiness lies in the simple stuff. Real happiness won’t require you to spend a fortune, the simple act of wandering away into nature is enough. An aunty, who was with us for this trek rightly said – a trekker will never be ashamed to sit cross legged anywhere and have their food. A true trekker would never seek happiness in anything material – but will cherish little moments that enrich their lives.

And oh, I forgot to tell you – I have a fear of heights. I feel dizzy when I look down from a height, with my heart beat beginning to race. And this is also one reason why I’m super comfortable with the ascent part, but very scared of the descent. But this trek changed something – while my fear of heights still hasn’t gone away completely, what I noticed was that descent no longer scares me! So a quick yayyy for me, please? I was as swift as a deer on the way down!

And then when we reached down, a piping hot lunch was awaiting us – and of course, we ate like there was no tomorrow! And then slept like babies on the way back to Pune!

I was tanned, bruised, with blisters on my feet, and tired (a different kind of tired this time 😉 ), but nothing of it mattered, because over it all I was HAPPY. SATISFIED. LIBERATED. Once, you’ve tasted adventure, you’ll never revert back to anything else to seek happiness. After all, once a trekker, always a trekker!!! 😀

Khush! 😀

What doesn’t drown you……..

** I was supposed to post this in the month of May, but I couldn’t. I haven’t made any changes, it’s the same post with the same references to time**

So this happened a couple of months ago, when I would go swimming almost everyday (don’t ask me why I don’t go now – summer, water shortage, pool shut down) – right in the middle of December 2018. I used to go swimming no matter what the temperature was (my friends would mock me for that too, saying I was crazy enough to swim in such cold water). But I didn’t really care – except for the fact that in the 45 minutes I used to swim, the first 10 minutes were spent only standing and watching the pool, contemplating how cold the water would be when I would actually get inside!

After haais and huis (and threats from the life guard that he would push me in if I didn’t get in right away) I used finally would get into the water. (COLD – FREAKING ICE COLD). And then once I would start off with my laps, the water would get warm and pleasant. And then? Well, yes, getting out would be a huge task!

So it was just another typical Pune winter day, where mornings are super cold, afternoons get warmer and the chill returns out of nowhere in the evening. Let’s focus on the morning part.

My current pool – half the size of the pool I learnt to swim in!

I rode to the pool in the morning. Was in there by 9. And like I described, I managed to enter the water after sitting by the pool for 10 minutes. And then I started off with my laps – I swim in the deeper side of the pool, the part where annoying kids and aunties who are learning don’t venture. So basically I have that part all for myself. After a couple of laps, I stopped for some breathing practice (which the lifeguard says is perfect to improve your stamina while swimming). And while I was doing this, I suddenly heard a lady shrieking. She was right in the middle of the pool, drowning. While the lifeguard-cum-coach had an eye on her, he quickly picked the long stick by the pool and held it near her.

But the lady was in a panic mode and just gave up. And as I watched in horror, I could almost see her going down – the water had begun to enter her mouth and in no time she would be drowning. Thankfully the lifeguard had already jumped in, reached her by then and somehow struggled to pull the panicking lady outside the water.

All this happened in just 5 minutes – there was no time for anyone to even grasp what was happening.  Especially me, I didn’t even realize the lifeguard had jumped in to rescue the lady because my gaze was fixated in the lady, and flashback scenes rushed back into my mind.

Flashback to May 2005
I was a little kid who learnt swimming in the summer of second grade. Ma and Mamma would accompany us sisters to the pool everyday. We both learnt swimming quickly. After this we returned to the pool in the summer of third grade. And we both were glad that we hadn’t forgotten swimming lessons – we would gleefully swim across the pool, diagonally, horizontally – the distance just didn’t matter. And almost everyday we would try new stunts – like running into the pool and jumping in with closed eyes, diving backwards, going deep down inside the water holding our breath and looking for someone who dropped a hair clip there – we’ve done all the masti.

But on this one particular day, it was somewhere in the beginning of May (I don’t remember the date, but the rest is vivid in my mind), something went wrong. I was swimming as usual – this time right in the middle this huge Olympic Size pool, where all four sides of the pool are far away from immediate access. And as I reached the center of the pool, I don’t know why, but my hands and legs just gave in. I was just not able to beat my hands and legs the way I should have to keep myself afloat. And then I experienced something that makes most people hydrophobic – drowning.

So there I was, an 8 year old, tall for my age but pretty underweight – bundled up there in the middle of the pool with the chlorinated water entering my mouth, gasping for breath, struggling to bring myself back up, slowly shrinking deeper into the water – trying to scream for help but unable to do that either.

I knew I was under the watchful eyes of Ma and Mamma and also that my sister was somewhere around in the pool, but I also knew that apart from screaming that their jigar ka tukda was drowning they couldn’t even do anything more! I really don’t know what thoughts were scurrying in my mind at that moment, but I very well remember giving up and feeling dizzy.

Suddenly out of nowhere I felt someone hold my hand. (Help had arrived, I wasn’t dying, Not today). I could hear a voice in my ears, “Don’t get scared, it’s okay, try to beat your hands and legs”. But I just didn’t, or rather I was too exhausted from the drowning experience. I remember not putting up a struggle or even panicking or hugging my savior (something which people who drown do) as she pulled me towards the poolside  . I had given up, given in and had let myself loose – just like a boat without an anchor, drifting away wherever the winds took it.

As I was brought to the poolside – everyone rushed to my side. Ma,Mamma. I could see the bobbing head of my sister – swimming her way towards me. And then of course, the face of my savior – the Aunty with the black swimming cap, black goggles, who also happened to be a national level swimmer in her younger days. (I owe her my life, people)

Fortunately, much damage had not been done – physically I mean. I just coughed out the water and was made to sit by the pool for sometime to calm down. I think I had started to cry, but who could see my tears, I was already dripping with water! But mentally, the damage had been done. I refused to go to the pool the next day. No matter how much they tried explaining me, I just couldn’t stand the thought of going through that horrific experience again. They even tried to tell me that the monthly pass that we’d taken out would go waste – NO. I wasn’t going in again. They gave up. My coach gave up. He didn’t talk to me for a month. And I remember the last statement he uttered – “Don’t show me your face until you get back into the pool. But my jaan was pyaari to me, right? So I spent the next whole week going to pool everyday – not to swim, but to sit by the pool and watch my sister swim. I remember my coach shaking his head in disappointment looking at me.

So I decided to act – I went into the baby pool. Imagine, a kid who was almost three feet in height playing gleefully in a pool that was just one foot deep. Of course, I became the center of mockery there. Earlier, at least coach sir would look at me and shake his head in disappointment – now he refused to even look at me!

I spent almost a month in the baby pool. The entire month of May. I knew I was a laughing stock there – kids younger than me would swim in that huge pool, and here I was – not even fitting inside that pool, but still grinning like an idiot, splashing the water around there!

I don’t know what entered my mind after that month ended though, probably my small brain must have worked up something or got fed up of listening to the jeering, taunts and comments by everyone in the pool.

Aren’t you too big to be in this pool?

You’re still….in this pool?

Paani ka darr gaya nahi ab tak?

While initially I was hesitant, weighing out pros and cons – but I did get back into the pool. While Ma and Mamma may have not said anything, but somewhere at the back of their minds, I knew they were relieved. They knew how to handle this headstrong little kid – just let her have her way for a while until she realizes the goofball she’s being! And I saw that wala smile on their faces – the kind when you know you’ve done something good! And as far as my sister was concerned, more than the fact that she had her swimming partner back, she must have let out a sigh of relief because she would no longer have to listen to the comments “Wo dekh teri behen baby pool mei hai” (Look, your sister is in the baby pool”!.

And of course, my coach – I remember someone calling him outside the office to see that I’d finally got back – to where I was meant to be, to where he put all his efforts in to make sure I would survive. All those smiles – registered in my mind!

Fast forward to the present:
I’m not an exceptional swimmer, still got to work a lot on my stamina. But yes, when the little kids, aunties or even the lifeguards compliment me on how well I swim, I just smile back. I was actually beaming when a little kid in the pool told me, “Didi, you swim like a fish!” There are people who are struggling to learn swimming, and they ask me how is it that I’m not scared of water. I just shrug and tell them – just don’t let the fear of water get into you. Water is buoyant enough to hold you up, it’s the fear that weighs you down. Swim with a free mind, like a lithe fish!

What do I tell them? That I’m the same girl, who ALMOST drowned, ALMOST gave up swimming, is STILL scared to dive headfirst – but has YET not given up? Sometimes I feel I should tell them. But again, I want them to love water – not venture into it with the thought in their minds that even they could drown…

And as far as I’m concerned, this is one story Ma keeps making me hear over again – because this is what you need on days when you’re low, when you feel you’re sinking, when you have no energy and are on the verge of giving up – it’s these incidents which make you believe in yourself again. Make you realize that you’re not made up of anything random, you’re strong and meant to be a fighter.

Somewhere I’m glad it happened,and I’m even more happier I got over it.

Keep in mind – What doesn’t ‘drown’ you is what makes you strong.

That’s me – in 2018 – a hardcore aquaholic!

Quick getaway to Mahabaleshwar:

A couple of weeks ago the soaring temperatures and humid weather in Pune were getting too much to bear up with, which is why we escaped to Mahabaleshwar for a quick trip. A friend asked me to write post about my two day stay – because a “responsible blogger should be sharing her experience” with the rest of the world. Now I don’t really write about my travels, but when a dear friend, Varsha (who also reads every blog I post) asks you to do so – you got to, right? 🙂 So here we go – I’ve written what I felt you all needed to know when you’re budget travelling, read on:


  1. If you’re a girl gang travelling by yourselves, I know how freaked out your parents will be when it comes to your accommodation – is it safe? Where is it? Who? What? When? …..
  2. So if you’re looking for a safe, comfortable stay in Mahabaleshwar, you can head to Mayuri Cottage with your eyes closed.
  3. It’s a row of family owned cottages, with the owners occupying the ground floor. The stay is pretty much affordable, and the hosts are just perfect. The rooms are spic and span and quite spacious.
  4. They have a balcony with a superb view (where we sat chit-chatting, watching the moon late into the night and also shot off a few prank calls)
  5. Also, if you wish to have home cooked food during your stay, they are more than happy to oblige. Of course, they charge extra, but the food is damn good! We had two lunches here so yeah, tried and tested!
That’s me – looking for network to video call my best friend to show her the view I woke up to 😀


  1. If you’re a fan of expensive, luxurious looking eateries, go ahead. But if you are totally cool with experiencing the local cuisine, make it a point to head to a local restaurant. The locals suggested Hotel Hirkani to us, and we were delighted with their service. We had our lunch here for two consecutive days( there must be a reason why we came back right?)
  2. When you’re here, you have to try these three things:
    Strawberry with cream
    Corn bhajji
    Strawberry ice cream
  3. All these are made with the fresh produce from the farm which is just behind the hotel. You’re free to walk through the (maize, strawberry and French bean) farms too! ( we did so, sheher k log getting all excited seeing a khet)
  4. If you have some special food requests they love to cater to you. So if you want some non-vegetarian stuff (it doesn’t feature in their menu card) you can request them for the same.


  1. We just saw the Venna Lake from a distance – it’s actually at the peak of it’s beauty during the monsoons. So we didn’t really head there, even though the horse riding was tempting us to! We needed some reason to come back here again right 😛


  1. We did go to this much hyped place – your visit to Mahabaleshwar is incomplete if you don’t visit Mapro. They’ve tried their best to make Mapro an exciting place, which it is, to some extent. Going in, strolling around, sampling their free drinks at the taste stations and clicking photos was all we did here.
  2. Personally, I found it to be over-priced. Mapro’s cafeteria is expensive and if you actually compare, you’ll get the same stuff in a much lesser price in a local restaurant. I was under the impression that Mapro actually has tie-ups with farmers who have farms and fruit orchards – so ideally the products need to be way cheaper than others, but unfortunately, it wasn’t. Mapro kinda disappointed me.


  1. This place is pure bliss. Our visit to this cheese factory was just amazing. You’re free to sample the variety of cheese products here and we’re sure you will end up buying one at least one of them. ( we picked the huge block of Smoked Cheddar Cheese)
  2. Don’t miss out on their Cheesecake pastry – I have dedicated an Instagram post to their cheese cake pastry – which is like a bit fallen from heaven above. The taste still lingers in my mouth…..
  3. Give their carrot cake a go, too. It was something I had for the first time and boy, it did not disappoint! Warm and fluffy, the cake just melted in my mouth!
  4. Click a lot of photos here – the Vintage horse carriage, the colorful butterfly top and yes, the huge white bougainvillea shrub that’s spilling with flowers here – are perfect to strike a pose here!


  1. Managed by the State Government, this center is lovely . And though we went there during off hours, the center is a botanical bliss with a huge variety if colorful flora on display in a pretty garden.


  1. We decided we’d go to a couple of points in Mahabaleshwar which we did. At Arthur’s Point, you’ll  meet a lot of notorious monkeys(beware of them)
  2. Also, there’s a guy who sells trendy footwear here – this footwear has a great life as each pair is stitched by the guy in your presence.
  3. Other points give you stunning views of Mahabaleshwar from different points – we couldn’t manage to do all, but the views we saw are still imprinted in the mind!


  1. Photographers, tag your cameras along – this is a paradise for photographers! You’ll come across unique sights which you would regret not capturing – so take the cam along!
  2. Pick your batch of fresh strawberries and mulberries.
  3. Go to the flavored chana-wala shop and take a pack of your favorite flavor after a round of sampling.
  4. Hats are super cheap here – find the right shop and pick out trendy hats!
  5. Accessories and wooden home décor items are really cool here – check them out.

While returning, on the way to Pune, you’ll pass via Wai and come across a dozen stalls lined by the road. Stop your car and buy a pack of authentic, unadulterated turmeric (haldi) powder from them. The little village is known for it’s organic haldi powder and masalas.

That’s all guys – If you require any help regarding stay or anything else while tripping through Mahabaleshwar, drop me mail or a DM (@bohemian__blues) – I’d be glad to help!

Grandma’s Watching:

Yet again, it’s 31st May. A year gone by, again. And I can’t help but remember Mamma. Tears well up in my eyes – yet I dare not allow even one tear drop down. Mamma never liked us crying. Although, when times were really bad, I remember collapsing onto her lap and bawling my eyes out. She let me – and after I was done, she told me that crying was not okay always, and that there are times when you have to overlook the urge to cry and actually focus on what you have to do. And the advice has stuck with us through thick and thin – the Iron Lady after all, was more than a Grandma to us – she was like that friend, one, whose advice always made sense.

Today I’ll be writing about something which Mamma left back for me – Her Vintage Citizen Quartz Watch. It’s a little tale of how something so simple fell into my hands at a time when I did not even understand it’s value. But now I do – it is one prized possession that I will hold close to my heart forever.

We were allowed to wear wrist watches in school, Class 8 onwards. And though I was gifted a simple black leather belt watch with a gold dial at the beginning of the academic year, halfway through class 8, this shiny watch caught my eye. When Mamma was sorting her cupboard one day, she took out this watch – and as she told me about it, her face lit up. It was a gift from her nephew, who worked abroad those days. As he came back, he got something for his favorite uncle and aunt (my grandparents). Mamma loved the watch. She wore it everywhere – to work, to family functions, to parent teacher meetings – everywhere. And I don’t remember exactly why, but she stopped wearing it one fine day. And since then, the watch occupied a cold corner in the cupboard, safe inside a dabba. ‘Made in Japan’ it says – it has to be tucked away safely – after all, Imported jo hai!

And when I chanced upon it – it wasn’t how it looked in its prime years. A golden strap, that had faded down the years. A rectangular dial – with a crack right through it. It had stopped working long back too. Yet the strap was sturdy as ever and I couldn’t help but try it on. I don’t know why it caught my fascination so much – my eyes were gleaming as I was admiring my wrist bearing the albeit heavy watch on it. And I guess Mamma understood pretty quick how the watch had caught my liking (I’m pretty expressive that way) And she immediately smiled and quipped – “Do you want to use it?”

It still says 5.49 PM.

“Yes, yes, YES!” . There I was, squealing with delight, hugging her, and then running around in the home spreading this happy news. I went dancing in front of my sister showing her how Mamma had given her favorite, imported-wala watch to me!! And seeing my excitement about the watch, everyone else were like – fine fine, use it carefully though!

I remember that very evening Mamma and I walked to the local watch repairing shop. And the watch repair guy first admired the watch for its beauty, his eyes all gleamy. He’d probably come across a vintage watch after a long time! Then he told us he could get the watch started, but he couldn’t do anything about the cracked dial – they no longer manufacture the spare parts of these watches – he said. Mamma looked at me, questioningly – still love it as much? I recognized the look and replied – hell, yeah! I’m wearing that watch – cracked dial or not!

We finally got it repaired and I didn’t stop wearing the watch since then. It was with me during my 10th Boards, the day I went to collect my 10th marksheet and even the felicitation day. Everywhere. Occasions important or not – the watch was there. Then one day, halfway through 11th, it stopped working. And then I stopped wearing it too. I stopped wearing watches altogether back then.

A year after that, Mamma passed away. And somehow I couldn’t gather myself to even bring that watch out from it’s dabba – forget wearing it.

But finally I did it – I mustered the courage – on the day of my convocation. I so knew how my good old lady would be so proud of me, that she would have traveled all the way to the city, 20 km to my college in the heart of the city – only to watch my convocation. And I knew she’d be clapping her heart out, watching me walk on stage with the Topper’s sash to receive my degree. All this she would do – but couldn’t.

And deep down I knew, that the honors I was receiving were not mine completely– these honors were only because of innumerable sacrifices of Mamma and Ma – and I was indebted to them for the rest of my standing life. And so as I getting ready for my convocation day, I snuck into the cupboard and took out the dabba, opened it – there it was looking back at me, dull, yet classy. And though it was still dead, wasn’t working – I put it on. My outfit that day would be incomplete without this watch. I made sure a part of me honored the memory and contribution of my Iron Lady, my grandmother, my friend, my inspiration, my everything on my big day.

See – it’s right there – adorning my left wrist!

Couple of my friends even noticed I was wearing a watch that wasn’t working, they even asked me. I beamed back proudly and told them – “It’s my Granny’s.”

I consider this watch to be my lucky charm – and every time in life whenever I achieve something where I know Mamma would be sitting in the audience watching me, clapping, with pride in her eyes – I’m going to wear this very watch.

For me, this watch is more than just an accessory – it’s like Mamma’s watching – reminding me that her blessings are always with me, with us, no matter what. It’s like Grandma’s ‘WATCH’ing.

And I’m really grateful she gave us so many things to cherish, but among all of these I will be forever indebted to her for three things specifically:
1. A truckload of fond, dear, loving (I’ll fall short of adjectives here) memories that gave us the best childhood.
2. A spine of steel that taught us to look straight in the face of adversity and never look down. And also to walk with our heads held high, no matter what situation life throws us in.
3. Third and last – this Citizen Quartz Watch – because it’s a constant reminder – Grandma’s always Watching.

Happy Birthday, Baby!

Hellooo people! Don’t ask me what I’ve been doing all day today –  (apart from work, of course, where I had a tonne of writing to do!) – I’ve been singing – When you’re happy and you know it, Clap your hands, Click your fingers and whatever else the song asks you to do! And the reason’s pretty obvious, my baby’s turned ONE today!

Along with the work and singing and other nonsensical stuff, I was also busy with revamping the look of my website – Birthday hai, naye kapde bante hai na? And well, I know I’ve been changing the look of my website quite a lot over the past year (can’t help it, no theme that WordPress offers agrees with me – I mean, c’mon, can’t they create something that suits my taste and personality?!). And when I finally found a theme that ticked all the check-boxes, I got to know that my website doesn’t support that theme – yeah, I rolled my eyes. Sheer injustice. -_-

And if you want to know to what level I was annoyed, just ask the WordPress Support Team – I chewed their brains for an hour – with them trying to explain me what has to be done, and me not understanding anything what they trying to convey (Technologically handicapped that way – don’t understand much of it – I myself don’t know how I managed to set this website up! 😛 ). I finally gave up and decided that I’ll choose some simple theme and customize it myself – which took me quite a while, and here I am – with some time off to write a post to commemorate, celebrate this day – which is very close to my heart. Because this day is when the writer in me was born – and this is no lesser than the day I was born! ❤

I’ll take you through how it all began –

Writing a blog was always on my bucket list – a dear friend of mine (Thank you, Kalash ji) even got me in touch with his friend who already had a blog, so that I could figure out how to go about with it. This was way back in 2015, when I was in first year of grad. Imagine, after three years of hesitation, struggle, wondering if I’ll be able to write, and maintain a blog – I finally decided to give it a go. 🙂

And I really didn’t know what the response would be – and I seriously wasn’t aware about the effort and guts this takes – but I think I kinda fared well. 🙂

When I was in the “NO ONE READS WHAT I WRITE” phase, I always had two of my biggest fans by my side – Ma and my sister. “Write for yourself – don’t bother about who says what”, said Ma. My sister, she said keep writing, don’t bother about the likes and comments- that’s what I do – even now. So yes, a big thanks to the only tinkas this writer has when she is besahara!

Of course, as a writer, when I put up my thoughts on a public platform, I won’t deny that it all comes with a hint of nervousness and excitement at the same time. What will the feedback be? Will they read? Will they like? These questions keep clouding my mind – even as I am writing today’s post!

But yes, over the past year, with around 15 posts in my kitty, I can now say that I’m now becoming comfortable with writing – more importantly, sharing my life with the world.

I honestly hadn’t thought I’d be up for this commitment – I’m that kind of a person who keeps flitting between things – but I’m glad I came through it! I know now, that if there’s something that I can stick to without getting bored or tired, it’s Writing!

And well, as far as my blog is concerned, I’m very very proud of it. (Not to be bragging or anything, but yes, I’m a proud Mama!) So much so that at times when I’m bored, I keep reading, re-reading posts! It may sound weird, but yes, I do it. My posts show me how and how much I’ve evolved – initially I didn’t know what to write, but when I see my most recent posts – they mirror my life. And I know that I will never run out of topics to write about till the day I’m alive and kicking – because I’ve realized that my life itself is a big, long and one heck of an interesting story (which I sincerely hope, keeps getting better by the day), bits and pieces of which I would love to keep sharing with all of you.

Oh and yes, this journey wouldn’t be possible without all of you, who actually read what I write. I know quite a few people, who no matter how busy and occupied, spare a few minutes to go through my blog and inbox me the feedback. Even apart from those, I know I have a silent following too, who just reads and doesn’t report back. And then I have my friends who will leave back comments on every post – no matter what! Oh, and those who message me – When’s the next post coming up? – when I haven’t posted anything for a while – you guys are the best! To all these people, thank you for being a part of my journey – you are the ones who motivate me to keep writing. ❤

Not to forget the whole lot of fellow bloggers from India and across the world who follow the blog and make an effort to leave back encouraging comments– to all of them, I don’t know you personally, but thank you too! 🙂

If you ask me what the highlights of this one year were, I’d definitely include two things. On the top of this list has to be when one of my articles got published, for the first time on a Canadian website – I felt like I won an Oscar that day – okay wait, not Oscar, the Booker prize! (I still feature in the top 30 articles list on the website – www.obaawoman.com, in case you missed out on it!)

And how can I forget almost winning – take note, almost winning, not won – the Backpacker’s Panda 30 day Intern Trip competition where from over 3000 applications all over the country, mine was down to the top 30 and then to the top 6 – and all I had to do to reach there was write my heart out about my love for travel! 😀

I believe my passion for writing is going to take me places! And boy, I’m thoroughly enjoying this phase which following my passion has got me into! ❤

But yes, there’s still a long way to go – I have 105 organic followers – (the earlier 354 followers were a goof-up by WordPress) but yes, 105 in a year, not bad na? I hope many more join me – which is why I keep telling you guys – share among friends and family as much as you can na? Okay do it as a gift to my baby today! :P. And I hope you guys stay tuned to this journey of mine – and bring in some more people to tune in too!

And for the celebrations part, we’re having a pastry party at home today – little joys in life must be celebrated right?! So diggin’ in those chocolate pastries this evening! 😀

Aaah and a little clarification – for those who were concerned that I misspelt the word ‘Happyness’ on today’s WhatsApp status update announcing the birthday – no I haven’t forgotten the spelling, I just took it out from one of my favorite Hollywood movies – the Pursuit of Happyness. 😀

So, tada people, keep me in your prayers, and I’ll keep you too (who’ll read my posts otherwise :P) and I’ll keep writing interesting stuff and promise me, you’ll keep reading! 😉

And I cannot think of ending this post with anything better than a TAHE DIL SE SHUKRIYA! Love you all!! ❤

Letter-wala Love:

It was a lazy Sunday – with newspapers (Sunday Times, Pune Times and Times Life to be specific), crumbs of toasted bread, a cup of cold, unfinished tea– all sprawled over the floor. Sunday is the only day of the week when we have no arguments over the newspapers – there are three for the three of us – unlike the routine weekday newspapers which are just two, leading to constant squabbles over newspapers in the early morning. So that’s our typical Sunday – you’ll find our heads bent over the newspaper, with the early morning sun basking off our oiled heads!

As usual, I picked up my Sunday favorite first – the Times Life – it is full of interesting articles, with pretty unique and relatable perspectives on many topics. As I picked the glossy newspaper, the first thing that I came across was the interview of Aditi Rao Hydari – a popular Bollywood actress. And then I saw a part of the interview that was highlighted with huge pink quotes – “Love has become a convenient emotion”. This sentence was so easy to understand yet had such a deep meaning and set my thoughts off – and that’s exactly what I’ve written about  – about where I draw my inspiration for true love.

For me, the most ideal couple that I always look up to is that of my maternal grandparents. They together, were a power couple, one that people still remember till date. And if you ask me why, I have tonnes of reasons to list down.

The first time Papa (as we fondly addressed him) saw Mamma(I’ve mentioned her at many instances) was when she was carrying a bundle of firewood, all tied up and walking towards the courtyard of her home. A distant acquaintance, Papa along with his older brother had come visiting Mamma’s family. The courtyard was full of humor-filled conversations and piping hot chaai. That’s when Mamma walked in from the main gate and made her way to the backyard (where all the firewood is stored – even now). That was right when Papa told his older brother – “This is it – she is the one I’m going to marry”

 Now apart from being the stunning beauty she was, my grandmother was a woman of great skill. Her petite frame would easily trick anyone, making them think she was very naive, delicate and timid  – all of which she was not! And her intelligence was something which was talked about in the entire village – Papa must have surely heard about it all!

So that’s how they got married – and moved to Mumbai to make their lives.

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An old photograph – circa 1961

My grandparents both had diverse personalities – it often amused me how two people, so opposite in nature can put up with each other! But they did – they did it for 45 long years, since 1961 till the day Papa finally passed away in 2006.

Papa was known for his constant chatter and easy-going nature, whereas Mamma for her quiet nature. A known acquaintance, who is more like family and whom my grandparents often visited rightly noted this difference and put it into words – “For every three sentences your Grandpa spoke, your Granny had one solid comeback!” quipped Uncle Shailesh, who was fondly reminiscing those chaai-pe-charcha memories with my grandparents. He also mentioned that their conversations were so interesting to listen to – their banter never ended!

Also, Papa loved sweets – the best of the halwaais in Mumbai were his close friends – and you’d often find Papa chomping on freshly prepared laddoos in their shop (a tradition he managed to continue even when they relocated to Pune!). On the other hand, being a diabetic, Mamma kept herself away from sweets and  yes, she wasn’t really fond of them either.

Papa had this short temper, which flared up at regular intervals, whereas Mamma was this cool-headed person who took things easy.

I can just go on with the list of differences they had – I think I’ll have to dedicate an entire post to that! But I think you got what I’m trying to say here – that’s who they were, two different individuals with one life.

Papa would always tease Mamma – she had a beautiful name- Crescencia (Crescent moon in Spanish) and Papa kept complaining that it was too long a name to pronounce! So he would address her as Cresin (a name which Mama later legally adopted). Apart from Kresin (the C became a K, for pronunciation sakes), he would call her by a host of other names which were homo phonic to hers – and though it would annoy her, all she would end up doing was laugh!

Mamma on the other hand was proud of Papa’s intelligence – she always bragged about how he knew the ‘paun-pada’ or the multiple tables of quarters and how he was the one of the smartest student in his class. She also admired how Papa gelled along superbly well with her family (his in-laws) – he cared so much for my great-grandmother, that she was utterly crestfallen when the news of his death reached her.

What bonded them together? Despite being starkly different, how did they carry on for 45 long years together? Well, they had this mutual respect and unshaken faith in each other. When Papa fell ill, Mamma took over the business reins and put up a stoic front, and kept running the household. Not once did she complain, not once did he question or doubt her. They did have their share of heated arguments, squabbles and bickering  – but they kept it all aside. You should have seen the team they were when some important decisions had to be taken in the family – two sharp brains – quickly weighing the pros and cons of the situation, of the decision and then firmly going ahead with it. They’ve faced some of the toughest times together – but they prevailed. They survived it all. And what was it that lead them through these storms? If it wasn’t steadfast love for each other, I don’t know what it was…

“That’s the palest I have ever seen her” – said Mamma’s sister, right after Papa’s funeral. And though Mamma put up a brave front – we all knew that she had lost what she held closest to her heart.

The kind of upbringing they had, expressing love was never a part of it. They never expressed, never gifted each other anything, nothing material – it was just pure love that was based not on show off, but on deep respect, understanding and affection for each other – which reflected in their actions. Their’s was love during a time when it wasn’t convenient – when letters were a mode of communication, when being away from each other meant almost no interaction at all. But they survived and thrived, setting an example for me, for us.

In our times of status-update love, it’s all about fake display. Like I keep saying relationships have become essential to validate existence. More of a pass time, no one’s bothered about the other’s feelings and emotions. It’s indeed difficult to find, to create, to build a relationship that my grandparents (and probably even yours) had. 

 In our instant generation, where everything from noodles to messaging is quick, is it going to be possible to find letter-wala love? The slow-paced, take-your-time, be yourself, I’m always here for you kind of love?

In this status update-wala generation, is it wrong to expect letter-wala love? Is letter-wala love still in fashion? Or is it like letters, gone, outdated and long-lost?

Some questions are always left unanswered……  

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Half-baked Chef

My basic cooking lessons began way back, when I was in class 8 – the year 2010, to be precise. And to ensure I’ll learn quickly and stick through the entire ‘Basic Cooking Course’, Ma had entrusted me in my grandma’s care (Mamma, I’ve introduced her earlier to you all). So I spent my entire summer vacation of class 8 learning to cook. Mamma patiently taught me to cook – everything from assembling the pressure cooker to adding tadka to dal to rolling up chapatis.

And just to ensure I practically implemented my theory lessons, cooking lunch and dinner for those two months was entirely on me (I even got a stipend 😛 ). I wonder how my family put up with the food I cooked back then. Sometimes the food I’d cook would be barely edible, sometimes half-cooked, sometimes burnt, sometimes too salty (Unfortunately, salt still has an issue with me!). And though I would get a brutally honest daily feedback – whether the food was good, just edible or bad – from every member, they always appreciated the fact that I had finally managed to pick up some culinary skills. After all, the ‘baby’ of the house had learnt to take charge of the kitchen! 🙂

At present, my cooking skills are pretty good – not as good as my best friend’s though! The dear lady can whip up a proper three course meal for 25 people with lightening speed! I always pull her leg – “D, if you don’t figure out anything in your life, you can sure start off with your own catering business!”. And I know whom to approach when my home is crowded with a tonne of people – I won’t sit pulling out my hair, I’ll just call up D – the caterer 😛

I won’t say I love to cook, but over a period of time, I’ve come to like it. Cooking sometimes is fun.  But yes, depending on my mood, it can be soothing, therapeutic or plain annoying too!

After my rigorous cooking boot camp, I did start experimenting with some dishes on my own. According to my family, I make the world’s best Pav Bhaji (A statement I feel is exaggerated, but again, they are my world – so I guess what they say is fair! :P).
And after reading an article about how unhygienic roadside momos are, I decided I wouldn’t eat momos ever again outside ( I’m sure at this point Ma will be like – everything you eat outside is crap). But I couldn’t give up eating momos – what is life without momos? So I learnt to make momos – and people, they turn out pretty good, sometimes better than the momos-wala on FC road too!
Hakka noodles (from scratch – I make the noodles myself) is another specialty of mine. ❤

So along with the above three mentioned items, and our staple food – rice, dal, vegetables of all kinds and chapatis – that’s it, my knowledge of cooking ends right there. It’s not that I stopped learning, it’s just that I don’t want to learn anything more :P. So yeah, that’s me- The Half-baked Chef! 😛

Cooking in India is rigorous affair – and poor mom’s bear the brunt of handling the kitchen affairs every damned day. Cooking once in a while is really easy – you feel like you’re on the top of the world, like you’re a Master chef. But cooking every day? Like every single day? There are some who love whipping out delicacies for their families, but there is a humongous female population out there who would squeal with delight if they get out of cooking even a single meal in the day.

The sad part is, even today, we’re all modern in our thoughts, modern in our kitchen appliances, modern in our outlook and everything – yet, it’s assumed and understood that the responsibility of the kitchen lies solely in the hands of the woman in the house. Working women aren’t spared too. Not that I haven’t heard of men taking equal interest in sharing the kitchen duties along with their better halves – the percentage of people doing this is negligible, minuscule in front of the huge population of people who will want freshly cooked, warm food at the expense of the effort of the woman in the house.

Now let’s come to the good part of it –
During my entire cooking course, not once did Mamma or Ma utter the words,
“You have to learn to cook now itself, what will you do when you get married and go off to your husband’s house?

Instead they said,
Baccha, you better learn to cook now itself – what if you have to move out for higher studies or a job ? You should at least be able to take care of yourself, cook proper nutritious food for yourself”

At that moment, I may have not even paid attention to their words, to the way they put it forth– but sub-consciously, these words did play on my mind. The women I look up to every day of my life – they both didn’t make me feel like I have been born to get married and take care of the kitchen one day. They taught me to cook so that I would be able to sustain myself. They made it clear that I have the right to choose – whether I want to cook, or not is totally my choice. They didn’t bracket my dreams and future in the confines of the kitchen. They gave me a choice. They treated me like an individual with dreams, not like a girl, who will get married and take care of the kitchen.

And unfortunately, most of the girls – older to me, younger than me – still have to learn to cook not because they need to have cooking skills to survive, but because they will get married one fine day.

Sadly, it all begins here. We are brainwashed with these thoughts, which make us put our passions and interests on the backseat just to ensure we give our families every kind of comfort they need. Agreed there are a lot of them out there who love to do this, but don’t box us all in the same bandwagon.

Cooking in the house is masked under the tag ‘duty of the woman’. And this is really sad – it’s more of a shared responsibility, which unfortunately most men and boys don’t want to shoulder.

And to those superwomen – working or homemakers, who have dedicated their whole and soul to their families, do take some time off everyday and dedicate it only to yourself, to your passions, to the things you would love to do. 🙂

And to everyone who’s reading this post, just go into the kitchen today, send the weary lady out of the kitchen and whip up some delicacy for her. No matter how it turns out, she’ll be happy – not only to eat what you have cooked, but also to relish the time off she has got. 🙂

It’s high time we change – change to accommodate the modern woman, her dreams, her passions, her identity…

#BeTheChange ❤



Poisaag Saga


Fortunately, our love for green leafy vegetables is one of the many things that binds us as a family (it basically means no arguments during meal times 😛 ). And it’s not restricted to only loving the greens, but also experimenting with them. So when Ma and me are on our visit to the local vegetable vendor, our eyes first move towards the green leafy section, scanning it thoroughly for some new genus of vegetable which we haven’t come across earlier (if we don’t find any new breed, we settle for the old classics – spinach, fenugreek……so on – haven’t really bothered to find out what they all are called in English, so you got to be content with the above mentioned names :P).

On one such visit, I came across a something new – thick stalks, big leaves and bright green in colour – this was something I’d never come across earlier. So I called out to Ma, even she was amused. On seeing our curious faces with the bunch of that leafy vegetable in my hand, the vegetable vendor, immediately swooped in to inform us about it.

Picture Credits : Google 😛

“Poisaag”, he said –

I was like – what? Bhaiyya phir se boliye? (Say it again please?)

He said,” It’s called Poisaag”
Took me a while to register the name.
Then came Ma,” Isko kaise banate hai?” (how is this prepared?)

Bhaiyya: Even I don’t know how exactly it is prepared, but if you happen to know anyone who is Bengali, you can ask them. It’s a popular vegetable in Bengal, and it has come in the market because the Bengali new year is in a couple of days”

We purchased it anyway – after all, experimental people!

Next task – search a Bengali!

We came back home. I suddenly remembered that we had new Bengali tenants in the last apartment on the topmost floor in our building.
“Ma, why don’t you ask them?”
“Not sure beta, they’re new here…we haven’t got a chance to interact with them as yet”
“So this is a chance na?!”
She finally took the bunch and went.

An old lady answered the door, with a confused look on her face. Ma immediately showed her the bunch, and the lady’s eyes lit up! ❤ Ma asked her how it has to be prepared, but the lady, though excited, was struggling to tell Ma – she wasn’t fluent in Hindi. But that didn’t dampen her spirits! After months she had seen something that belonged to her home town – and she was determined to get this through. She welcomed Ma into her home and scurried off into her kitchen to get all the ingredients that were required to prepare Poisaag. She explained Ma patiently, with whatever little Hindi knowledge she had. After around half an hour, Ma came back home, all smiles. After all she had a new acquaintance, a Bengali one that too! 🙂

The next day, Poisaag was prepared in our home – the way she had mentioned.
And it turned out to be one of the best green leafy vegetables we’d ever eaten! And after a little struggle, when Google understood what we meant when we typed Poisaag in the search box, we also got to know that it’s a vegetable that’s a powerhouse of essential vitamins and minerals!

A couple of weeks after this, Ma came across the lady again, and this time, the lady told Ma quite a lot about herself. She had a huge home back in Kolkata, but was now left all alone there. Her only daughter was married and her son-in-law had got posted in Pune. She joined them here, but she says she feels lonely here too!
“It’s not like Kolkata here…..it’s a bit cramped here…”

But she had that sparkle in her eyes, probably Ma was her first friend in Pune!

Every day after that, whenever I would leave for college early in the morning, she would always be by the Anant tree, picking out flowers for her daily pooja. Not a day went by when I didn’t see her. We cordially smiled at each other if we came face to face, which was quite rare, as the lady would always be engrossed in picking out the flowers, with her back facing me.

“Your daughters are just like you”, she once told Ma.

We smiled sheepishly at this compliment – we love it when someone says that! ❤

Our everyday meet happened as usual,  it was almost a week i hadn’t seen her – weeks turned into months and I wondered what happened. She probably had gone back home to Kolkata.

Fast forward to the next month, we had the annual Pooja in our society and we had all gathered for dinner after it. And there she was – draped in a simple handloom sari (famous in Kolkata).
I couldn’t stop myself from rushing to her and asking her,”Where were you all these days?”

As usual, she struggled to communicate but said that she had gone back home to Kolkata. Also, pulling my cheeks a little, she asked about our well-being. I cannot forget her gleaming eyes and that cheerful, jolly round face! She too, was equally happy on seeing us after days.

“She’s just like a roshogulla!”, I exclaimed later.

And our tryst of greeting each other every morning continues till date. 🙂


In the wake of so many communal differences that our plaguing the soul of our country, little incidences like these could create an impact, which is why I wrote this blog. Forget the rest of the country, in my building itself, we are 18 different families belonging to different parts of our country – right from Uttar Pradesh, Bihar in the north to Kerala, Andhra Pradesh, Karnataka towards the south – we have it all. And the way we co-exist with each other, taking pride in learning about each others culture, customs, traditions – it’s just beautiful. We all make an effort to embrace each other’s culture and respect it. And that’s what the true spirit of being an Indian is – we sure have a lot of reasons to create that divide amongst us, but we consider our differences to be our strength, probably that’s what has helped us cruise through all these years. And I just hope we make it through all the years to come too. And a little reminder – we have a lot to be proud about, so embrace it, love it and live it ❤

Just like how Poisaag turned out to be the ice-breaker between us and our new neighbours, there a million other reasons and things out there which we can use to learn more about each other.

And yes, this Navratri, let’s burn down our differences and revel in the true spirit of being an Indian!
Aap sabhi ko Dasshera ki Shubkamnaye! (in advance) 😀


A date with the Dudhsagar Waterfalls!


People, I can’t keep calm! Ask me why? I visited the iconic Dudhsagar Waterfalls in Goa this Sunday! And apologies for pushing this blog in between the Teacher’s Day series, but I have to tell you about my visit to this marvellous place! And no, I won’t be boring you with the inside details (like last time :P) I’ll just be telling you about a few highlights (and what I feel even you should know) of this trek – and it’s gonna be fun – so read on! 😀

PC: Parag Uncle 🙂 Thanks for this wonderful, full-fledged photo that indeed captures the magnificent waterfalls! ❤

During the journey and the trek, I came across a few stunning facts about Dudhsagar Waterfalls:
These are the very waterfalls where that scene in the Bollywood movie Chennai Express was shot! ❤ ( I haven’t watched the movie, neither do I intend to – but still, exciting fact na?!)
And secondly, Dudhsagar Waterfalls feature in the Top 100 waterfalls all over the world! (Like seriously? I went to such a place?!)
Isn’t it great? (Oh yes, it definitely is!!) 😀
Third fact: Waterfall is known as Jal Prapaat in Marathi (not useful information, but still take it :P)


The initial part of the trek, for around 7 kilometers, we had to walk on a railway track. And this track was frequented by maal-gaadi’s (goods train). These trains carry coal, and also spill some of it on it’s journeys to and fro. My point here is, this track is lined with raw, unprocessed coal on both sides (yeah, even we got that ‘koyla kaala hai, chattano ne paala hai’ feel). And if anyone’s interested in collecting coal, there’s ample here! 😛

Reminded me of the nursery rhyme : Piggy on the railway, picking up stones (or coals :P)


And yes, 14 kilometers (to and fro) of walking on  railway track is a pain – because it is a concrete surface. So the next time you’re heading for some trek where a railways track is involved, prepare your mind, body and soul for what awaits you. Don’t go about later saying, “I didn’t know, no one told me!”


We encountered a lot of monkeys the moment we reached a little before the base of the waterfall. Here, there was a watchtower that gave you the best view of the waterfall. A little ahead this watch-tower has a board (sorry, I couldn’t get a pic for you all because of my dead phone) saying:

“Do not feed monkeys. Feeding monkeys is a punishable offence.”

I was like, oh really?
Now look at the irony:
A guy from another trek group was about to tear off the wrapper of his Cadbury chocolate until a monkey quickly snatched it from his hands, and sat right atop the above mentioned board and gleefully chomped on the chocolate (we could literally see him smirking) while the poor guy, took a few seconds to comprehend what just happened to him!

So, feeding monkeys is a punishable offense, but them snatching food from your hands isn’t. Ahem!


No spa in the world can give you that therapeutic feel that a gushing waterfall can! Mark my words – I’ve felt it. We all felt it. The force of the water falling from 1200 feet was just mind-numbing!! And yes, a little tip for you – the next time you visit such places, make sure you totally immerse yourself, splash water around – nothing is more relaxing! 😀


Dudhsagar literally translates into ‘an ocean of milk’ – and that’s precisely what it looked like! And to tell you the truth, after the above rendezvous with the waterfall, while treading our way back we realized that our skin actually had lightened – probably 45 minutes in the waterfall was enough to wash away our tan (and I guess our sins too :P) Effect of the milk bath, we later quipped! But again, this was momentary, as from the waterfall back to the railway station was a journey of 11 kilometers – we got baked again, with the blazing sun over our heads!

Making our way through the dense forests

And yeah, I fell in love with this one particular station – Castlerock – the moment I saw it  – so much so, I got off the train at 4.30 in the morning just to click this! (The train had started moving by the time I was done with my photo session! And just so you know, there’s a huge rock here which is in the shape of a castle, which is why the beautiful name “Castlerock”! And from what I heard, it’s a serene and wonderful place to head to for a relaxing vacation! 🙂

I wish this would be my permanent address!! ❤


And yes of course, no journey via Indian Railways is complete without arguments! No matter which bogie you are in, whether you have your reservations or not – arguments are like that missing ingredient -without which everything seems bland! ( We had one too :P). And during the travel, I came up with a tagline for Indian Railways

Bharatiya Rail – Ek Adbhut, Anokha Anubhav!

Suits na? 😛


More than anything else, the moment we reached Goa, everyone around was talking in Konkani! My mother tongue is Konkani, and though I was fluent with it, we no longer converse in Konkani at home ever since both my grandparents passed away – English and Hindi replaced Konkani. But coming here kind of pulled me back to my roots and made me realize that even I should not give up conversing in a regional language I’m well-versed with. The culture of speaking in regional languages and dialects is slowly dwindling, and somewhere, it made me realize that if it is in my hands, I should be doing my best to kindle the fire and keep it burning. And I mean what I said. 🙂


Oh and yes, if anytime you’re travelling by the Indian railways and Belgaum (Belagavi) is a station where your train halts, do order your food from Belgaum Food Plaza – these guys have the best biryanis (veg and chicken) and are perfectly suited for your train journey – not too oily, not too spicy – just right! Make sure you call them 45 minutes before Belgaum and tell them your train, coach and berth numbers properly – they will come with neatly done packages of delicious food right there!
Belgaum Food Plaza Contact Number : +91 8312400132

That’s enough gyaan for today! Ciao people!


  1. Dudhsagar is a fantastic place – make sure it goes in your bucket list – you needn’t go trekking all the way, other means of transport are available too. (But I secretly wish you go trekking :D).
  2. Just so you know, throughout the 22 km trek, I was continually like, “Oh this is going in my blog”
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