All posts tagged: Travel Inspiration

The Dilemma Of Leaving Everything Behind And Travel

I remember when I quit my job in 2015 to leave everything behind and start travellng, I was feeling a bout of the jitters. Fear, excitement and curiosity – they all were playing their part. I had no idea what to expect. Which guidebook to follow. No one among my friends had ever done it before. In three words: I WAS CONFUSED! A few days ago, I received a 700-word email from one of my readers, mentioning how he has been holding on to a marketing job for the past 10 years, but now wants to leave his career, and with it, everything behind and start travelling. He wrote to me in search of some kind of assurance. But more than assurance, I felt, he needed inspiration. Inspiration to let go, to break free and find his freedom again. To Travel Is To Find New Opportunities So as I started typing a reply, I told him how even if he quit his corporate career almost recklessly and suddenly, and if tomorrow he couldn’t find a …

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 learn, to find inspiration, and to change for a better self. We travel to seek places that are so pure, so dirty and raw…  And we travel, for much more! It was 4 in the morning as my alarm clock pulled me incessantly, and a little unexpectedly, from the sleep. My eyes were swollen, bloodshot, as I looked out of the window for some light, but found 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 waiting to be lifted up. In exactly one hour from now, I realized, I am supposed to catch a train. And this train, I realised, was not taking me to someplace special. I wasn’t going home, but just away from where I was right now. Why We Travel Often, we find ourselves waiting for trains and taxis, in …

Why Are We Always So Uninterested To See Our Own Country?

If I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own backyard. Because if it isn’t there, I never really lost it to begin with” Dorothy, The Wizard of Oz Their names have escaped me now but I vividly remember that interesting and equally memorable conversation I had with a young Indian couple from the south of India. I was waiting for my appointment with an immigration officer in Thimpu — to extend my tourist permit in Bhutan when all of a sudden this distinguishably affable couple appeared in front of me. It (the conversation) started with one of those moments when you meet another traveller from your home country and you find yourself forced to exchange the usual banalities about how amazing this place is, followed by the ubiquitous gamut of ‘where are you from in India’ and ‘where you’re going next’. As we finished the small talk, I enquired them about their favorite places in south India. I had a long desired to travel south of India. [Update Oct’16: But …

Why I Want To Travel Bhutan Again

Of all the places I’ve been to, Bhutan remains one of my favorites. Not much is known of this country, and even less is heard about. No wonder, Bhutan is a place to be discovered. Many people find it hard to sample its charms due to the country’s high daily tariff (about $250 per day per person) and complicated visa requirements – which, fortunately enough, don’t apply to Indian tourists. We can cross the border anytime we want and enjoy its warmth, humility, friendliness and spiritual peace, like a backpacker. But why do I care to visit it again? Well, of all the compelling reasons Bhutan’s ‘Restaurants Cum Bars’ – as they are often named – are something I find myself mostly yearning for. They are a basic Bar like facility where you can enjoy ‘Emma Dhatsi’ – an insanely hot delicacy of boiled chilies and local cheese – and all those local beers and whiskeys. For a start remember that they are in no shortage in any sense. If Bhutan has some 100,000 shops in …