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Why Solo Travelling Is The Best Self-Development Tool

With the internet and our daily life, being swarmed by material on self-development, teaching us different ways to become a more superior self, one thing is clear — we all want a better version of ourselves and become more efficient than we are today. If we run fast, we want to run faster. If we speak one language, we want to speak many. If we already have an impressive personality, we still want to go one step further, defying all laws of our existence and become undeniably impressive… and the quest never ends. The problem is, however, we just know how, or we don’t have the time to work for it. Our little lives, bounded by schedules and responsibilities offer no scope for creativity, and with that, for any self-development. We are still repeating the same thing that we were, three years ago. One day turns into the next and all those things that we desired to do, combined with all the personality traits we wanted to gain, keep piling up until we eventually lose grip …

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My Biggest Solo Travelling Lessons

When you’ve been travelling for long enough, you start calculating the benefits. You wonder whether your solo travels have made you a better and stronger person and whether all these journeys, that you’ve so far taken, have given you a deeper understanding of yourself – from within, and without. You wonder if you want to keep continue travelling, or is it about time to find some stillness in life and look for a purpose in another direction. I’ve been wondering the same thing, repeatedly asking myself the same question – what is it that I’ve gained through all these years of solo travelling. Has it made me a better person and perhaps a bit stronger too from within. Do I want to keep continue doing it? And the answer that came to me was a sure “Yes!” Solo Travelling Has Made Me A Decision Maker Before I started travelling solo I was a team player and not a leader. My decisions would wait for others. But when you’ve travelled for long, having no one but yourself to …

Why Am I Always On The Move

Man is an insatiable being. And I am just one of a kind. Counting on my last few hours as a workawayer, with a beautiful family (whom I stayed with, for the past 2 weeks), in the far-out corners in Germany, as I sat down to ponder upon a question I was asked, at the dinner table half an hour ago, I wonder why I move so frequently. I mean why is it when other people are busy making money, and raising families, I act as a clueless nomad. A person who hasn’t had experienced the comfort of a permanent dwelling as he grew up to be a man. So why am I so restless, so unsatisfied, and bitten by the idea of ceaseless travelling? Well, if I think about it to an apparent reason, I think these are a few significant reasons why I like to travel so much. This is why I am always on the move… The Joy In What’s Fleeting When I ponder upon the possibilities of my unquenchable travel thirst, …

It’s Never A Perfect Time To Travel

It has been more than two years now, since I’m living out of my backpack, without a permanent source of income, owning no more than a handful of belongings, yet I am happier more than ever. We’re caught up in the clutter of day-to-day existence, of paying bills, of buying this and selling that, that taking some time out, only to realise that there is a wide world outside has become so difficult. And not only are we forgetting about the free world out there, we are moving farther away from it, everyday, suffocating our previous lives around the tiny corners of our home, and our workplace. We’ve all read plenty of books, heard dozens of real life accounts, about happy travellers and blissful nomads, and they always leave us in a complete awe. And within us all, there is always a part that wants us to break free and become that rolling stone again that we once were, when we were kids. The good thing is, it really isn’t a fantasy anymore. People are living that life today …

12 Travel Goals To Accomplish Before 30

I hate bucket lists. The whole idea of pinning down the name of places and then pursuing them, one by one, never intrigued me. It doesn’t suit us backpackers lot either. The real charm of travelling is only when you set off to a place the minute you find yourself intrigued by it, not two years from now. Because two years from now, that place might still be there, but its originality, its vibe, will totally be washed away, or at least, altered. So, I hate bucket lists. I think they’re crap. Also, as a hungry nomad, there’s no place in the world where I don’t want to be. But I think there are some places, some experiences, that I want to see (or try out) sooner or later. They’re more like priorities. And to keep a tab on them, I’m writing my travel priorities (not a bucket list!) for the next 4 years, in order to stay focused. Here are my 12 travel goals to accomplish before I turn 30: Completing the Appalachian Trail Ever since I’ve …

Travelling India – Where Every Step Is A New Learning

It has been more than a year now since I’ve been travelling in India and during this time I’ve come across, this repeated question of why am I busy travelling my own country, when there is so much to see in the world. “What is the reason behind this abiding fascination,” someone once asked. I give people different reasons – that start right from the obvious mentions of its cultural diversity to the warmth of the people to various excuses on why we should be travelling our own backyard. When you’re in India, not only you feel more alive, thanks to the country’s colourful diversification but you also learn a lot – about yourself, and about the world around you. Not to mention all the ways it familiarises you with the many imperative spiritual truths. And if you’re looking for more reasons for me to be travelling in India, here are some of the reasons and some life lessons that India has taught me during all these journeys: People Are Not Bad, After All Before I started travelling, …

The Joy of Slow Travel

I was recently trying to put all my logical judgments and answer a burning query of mine “why do I consider myself a traveler, when I address most of the people, including many friends, as tourists?” I mean, I take the same road, experience similar locale, and possibly meet the same local people. So why this demarcation? Is it the term ’a traveler’ which has some sort of bounding appeal to it? What makes me a traveler? I realized the answer, on its own, while having a conversation with an old friend, who came home for a quick visit, a couple of days ago. He was getting married in 6 months from now and was busy doing overtime to get promoted before the marriage. Under such convoluted circumstances, I asked him if he fancied a short motorbiking expedition in the Himalayas (I really did mention the word ‘short’). And the first thing he said was: “For how long? Give me the dates when we are leaving and arriving.” I took a little breath, pondered, and then described …

Why Mountains Attract The Traveler In Us

The air condition of the car felt like a whiff of cool air emerging right from a timeworn refrigerator, trying to choke my throat with every inhalation. And then, in just a matter of few long minutes, it gave a quick but restless comfort – something I was not much accustomed to. I found myself struggling with these boundless thoughts as I grabbed myself riding my sister’s car, on my way to pick up my mother to home. In just 5-kilometer drive, I remember bothering about half a dozen drivers. And their indignation was quite visible through those irritated, disdained looks they willingly offered me everytime someone overtook me. They seemed to be following some sort of cultural hurried routine, while I was still controlled by the periodic episodes of peaceful blackouts – something you get addicted to, after experiencing the stillness in the Himalayas for some time. It’s crazy how man has developed technologies for a speedy comfort, yet at the same time, he knows they’re making his life harder than ever, and perhaps a little more confusing too. But …

Why We Travel

We travel to learn new ideas, new philosophies, far distinct and much alien to our contemporary beliefs. We travel to chase memories. To grow, before time. And we travel, for much more. It was 4 in the morning and my alarm clock pulled myself, almost incessantly, and a little unexpectedly, from the sleep. My eyes were swollen, bloodshot, as I looked out of my window to find nothing but a temporary gloom. For a moment, I was almost convinced that it is a ruthless dream, but then I rolled over and saw my rucksack – zippered, and ready to be lifted up, all over again. In exactly one hour from now, I realized, I am catching a train to my next destination. Often we find ourselves waiting for trains and taxis, in the orange glare of a streetlight – before even getting time to drink a cup of coffee, and no, there is no fun in that. And there is no fun in letting out a sleepy groan either or in being nervous because your …

One Year Of Uninterrupted Travel, And Here, What I learned

People often ask me a question, which otherwise sounds so simple and direct, but when attempted to give an answer, becomes no less than a tiring puzzle. I find myself struggling to give a clear, calculated reply, not because I get confused but because of the fact that its answer lies somewhere in the whirlpool of possibilities… One year of continuous travel, feeling unsatisfied and more curious than ever, and what did I get in return? I mean it has been one year now, since I have been moving places, uninhibitedly, like a bird without a nest, swooping down different places, learning new ideas, adopting new philosophies. But what is it that I’ve learned? So attempting the answer once again, here I go with a bit more explanation this time. One year of uninterrupted travel, and here is what I’ve learned:   Travelling Taught Me How lucky I am Since I started travelling I’ve been to many places, both inside and outside of India, and I’ve come across the most abject poverty imaginable. I am not …