Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts

March 16, 2011

A Woman...

I immediately took to her. We met at the airport. She had come along with the bride's brother to pick me up. We said our hellos and me, like always, the curious cat, asked her a 100 questions. But she had me at the first one itself. There was just something so calming about her. Confidence and self-assuredness almost radiated from her. She was my exact opposite. While I am perpetually confused, she seemed calm and composed. Like she knew where she was heading and she was prepared. She didn't have an identity crisis like I do. She knew herself, and that self-awareness reflected in everything she did.


She was beautiful, not in the classical sense, but to me she was beautiful. Wholesome. She looked best in a Saree. When you look at me, you don't think woman, maybe the word girl comes to your mind. But there was something so womanly about her. Graceful. Her thick arms, you could cry in the circle of her arms and she would build a warm wall of love around you. She could envelope you in her bosom and you'd feel safe. You could imagine a kid straddled on her ample hips playing with her hair. You could imagine her with a brood of 6, calmly feeding them and then happily playing with them. She wasn't dainty, fragile, easily breakable. She was strong, wall-like, you could depend on her. While even a slight breeze could blow me away, she looked like the anchor you could hold onto. Flustered. Yes, that's the word. While I am, often, flustered, she was the kind who could stare in the face of a storm and then turn and look at you and tell you in a very sober voice to run, run for your life.


There was an openness about her that I so envied. I might walk like I was going to a war, armed, my face closed, betraying any emotion, but she? She looked like she was walking in her own garden, maybe out to fetch some fresh tomatoes. Always so uninhibited. Like she had a protective shield around her that would prevent any harm from coming near her. I would seek her out in crowds, wanting to be close to that protective shield. She told me she was getting married in two months time, and I envied the guy who would have her as his life partner.


If I was a guy, I thought, this is the kind of woman I would want to spend the rest of my life with. 

February 25, 2011

Last Dinosaurs...

If you died tomorrow...what would be your biggest regret?

Mine would be that I didn't travel enough, that I didn't see the Pyramids, that I didn't sky dive and/or Bunjee Jump, that I didn't love fully and yes, that I didn't get to make love M&B style in a desert under the stars.

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I'll never lose you, even after you're gone and I am no more the same, the person I used to be. I'll always have you; cause I have you in a box called Favourites. Safe.

Just the way I knew you: adorable and lovable.


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The rains that cleansed the gutters of my heart, you should know that now flowers blossom where hurt and fear once lurked. Thank you.


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I wonder what would happen if men just became biologically incapable of having more than one child. Like you know, once in a life time seed. You get to have only one kid in your life time.

I wonder if men would become more faithful. Cause you know, the reason they give us when men stray is that it's just men's nature to want to mate with as many women as possible, you know, keep the race going, spread the seed and all. Evolutionary stuff. Well, what if you just take that away? One woman, one kid?

I have no doubt it would totally overturn the order we have in the world right now. Virgin men would be like the hottest thing on the planet (and not wimmen) for one. But I am still doubtful as to whether it would discourage men from straying. Hmn...

January 20, 2011

A Lifetime Of Compromises...

The second thing that came to my mind, maybe "put into my mind" would be more appropriate, when I thought about arranged marriages was: Compromise.


And the more number of people I speak to, the more it appears that people have a really dim view of marriage, cause no matter who, everyone gives you only one suggestion: Compromise. And on a whole, it seems like a very depressing situation.


Compromises have to be made, I understand that. Which relationship does not include compromises? But why do you never hear your parents telling you, "beta, now that you will be going to college and making new friends, remember to compromise". You never hear that, do you? Why do friends never advice you to "compromise" in a relationship? For smallest of shortcomings, your gf's will tell you to leave the guy, but never compromise. Maybe cause in all other relationships, you have an exit. Not so in marriage. You're supposed to make it work, no matter what, compromise and stick around. Marriages are meant to be forever.



What I found really funny was that people enter marriage with a whole lot of pessimism. I can understand why everyone should be so scared. (It's funny we still go ahead and get married, humans I tell you!). There are so many bad examples around, that one can't help but think the worst. I know I am guilty of the same. So I can understand that, but what baffles me is that, even while thinking of a partner you choose to compromise with your wants and dreams.


I told M that I would really like to spend the rest of my life with someone who loves travelling (So we could both travel all the time). He looked at me as if I had gone mad, then laughed, then told me I was being silly. It's a stupid thing to look for in a marriage, said H. A didn't mock outright, she knew I was serious, but she looked at me, her hands gesturing her incredulity,  and calmly asked me, "do you think once you get busy in your married life, have kids and all, do you think you'll find time to travel at all? You'll be happy to even find a spare relaxing Sunday to chill at home, but travel?" And I actually wondered if I should look for aspects like a love for travelling and reading, something I feel are essential in my life partner. Were they really a "must-have"? Or was I being really short-sighted?


And then I remembered the times I was happy in 2010. The time when I actually touched clouds in Bhutan, not fog, clouds. When I climbed Tiger's Nest. It was a tiring journey, but one look at the view from the top was enough to melt away all tiredness like snow on a sunny afternoon...the view was just beyond words. And I was so happy to be there. I felt so lucky to be there. And at peace. Like anything was possible. Then how proud I was when I went all the way, alone, to Mysore, made new friends, walked my way to museums and palaces and Udipi Restaurants. How excited I was, travelling through Hyderabad in an auto rickshaw, to be discovering a new city. And how adventurous when I roamed the markets of Amritsar in a cycle auto rickshaw, so much fun eating parathans and lassis and haggling over phulkari dupattas, like generations of Punjabi women must have done -you see, a got to live a slice of someone else's life(and that too the good bits), a life I had only read and heard about -what could be more precious? And how lucky I felt to be sitting on the steps of the sacred pool and watching the Golden Temple transform into a mesmerizing beauty at 5am in the morning, with a gorgeous orange in the background, golden shimmery water everywhere and the sound of early morning bird song...I felt I was in heaven. And I realised, the only time I was happy in 2010 was when I was travelling...discovering new places, new people, new food, new language...a new world.


I remember growing up wanting to travel places. I remember telling myself as a child that if one day I come across a Genie and if I get to make one wish, I should first ask for 100 wishes, but if I am not allowed to, then I should ask for a chance to travel the world.


Do I still think it's a frivolous thing? I turned to books, cause I couldn't travel to Spain myself, and Egypt and England, but I could atleast read about them. I know what they wear and eat and sing in Italy and France and Scotland and Australia, not because I travelled there, but because I read about them, and in my head, atleast, I have seen all those places. Should I then compromise on something that makes me truly happy?


"Agreed", M said. "But then let's say, you get married to a travel writer and you're happy for the first couple of years and one day while rock climbing he falls down and breaks his leg. He's paralyzed forever. What would you do then?" I was just stumped for a moment. It's like saying, don't venture out on the streets cause people are dying! Why should you compromise even before you actually need to compromise?

I don't understand. Shouldn't we be compromising in short term relationships, cuase they anyway won't last a long time and you can always just walk away. And shouldn't we, when looking for a long term relationship, try to seek one where compromises, atleast not a plenty many, will not be needed?


And what will really happen if you compromise? You give up on things you want and settle for something else, something easily obtainable. But then what? Do dreams just die like that? I don't know, I think they might just hide, pull themselves back and hide in some corner and sulk and sulk and sulk. And the day you find a way to fulfil those wants and dreams, they're going to wake up and shake things up and your pretty little house is going to fall apart.


When I go to my local library, there's a whole section for romance novels, and at first I thought many teenage girls would be taking those books home. What I instead observed over the years, was that not teenagers, but married women read romance novels the most. Women, who have immersed themselves in the mundaneness of their lives, settled into domesticity,  they seek to live the dreams they gave up through these novels. That aunty who is now married with kids, who settled for a finance guy, she lives the life she wanted, through someone's else story, through someone else's life. Is she truly happy? I think she'll say yes. But deep down, she has squashed her dreams and prepared herself for the kind of life she has. She has learnt to live with compromises, with someone more suitable. But deep down, she wants something else, perhaps someone else, she knows she can never get. Some people don't see anything wrong with it. I do.


It's natural, that when you don't find what you're looking for in one place, you'll try to seek it somewhere else.  If you don't find everything that makes you happy in your spouse, it's very probable that you'll seek it in someone else. Unknowingly. Sometimes knowingly. Extra marital affairs anyone?


I have compromised too. And what I have realized is that compromises are tricky. You are happy compromising as long as things are going according to the plan. The minute they go awry, you start complaining how and how much you compromised. The bitterness creeps in, the dislike shows. The name-calling starts. And like help, compromises mean zilch, once you mention it. The minute you point out how many compromises you've made, that sandcastle you so painstakingly erected, gets washed away with the waves your words create.


So yea, maybe an ordinary girl like me can't expect to meet Mr.Perfect, but surely, I can hope to find Mr.Perfect-For-Me? And I promise, I'll compromise if I find him, but only if he promises to take me to ***Egypt first.



***I remember we were watching some travel show featuring Egypt and I sighed and oohed, and fascinated with it all, I said to my sister, "If I ever get to go back in time, I'll want to go back to the time of these Egyptian kings and queens." And my dearest sister said, "Do you think you'd go back to the era as a "queen" huh? You'd probably be one of those common Egyptian citizens, probably even a manual labourer and look, life for them was so hard, building all those pyramids and what not. I wouldn't want to be them!" Sigh, yes, she was always the more practical one. And I was always living in my head! :|

December 09, 2010

Unsent Letters...

I think I fell a little in love with you when you read that story to me in the bus. No one has ever read to me. And you reading that story to me, in Hindi, it is without a doubt one of the most beautiful things I have ever heard. And the memory of it still makes me smile.


(Inspired from this. Do read.)

December 04, 2010

Globe Trekker...

My favouritest theme song ever :)

November 02, 2010

At Delhi Airport #1

Airports are a place for great meditation. Also good for studying human nature. Such wonderful insights.

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October is over. You know what that means, don't you?

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Kids in our country are treated like little kings and queens. One tantrum here and one whimper there and mummy-papa rush to pacify the kid. The kid ofcourse can have anything. Kids are luckiest people I tell you!

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Punjabi people, my god, they love talking. Irritatingly so.


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China copied the tubes from London and India(Delhi) from them both. Why am I not surprised? Even Delhi airport eerily reminded me of China airport. Where's the creativity dude? Soon we'll have same looking airports all over the world!


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Important advice for females: Always wear flats when travelling. Your feet, babydoll, will thank you.

I have almost completely stopped wearing heels since the accident. Been almost 11 months now. Don't miss them as much as I thought I would. But you know, heels give you a kind of confidence, a certain edge. I mean, if you can manage to walk and look graceful with those pencil heels, you must be awesome, right?

But woman, do not slouch, please? That's sacrilege! Heels are supposed to make you look confident and hot and statuesque and graceful and all those wonderful things. Slouchy? Not! If you are going to drag your half-dead body around like that, just throw away those bloody heels already!


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This is what I love about travel. It gives you a chance to meet new different people. People from all walks of life. Lovely.


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Delhi women, they are hot. Not all ofcourse. But most women are hot. But the hot ones are hot only till they open their mouth and then damn! All hotness goes *poof*


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If I was a guy I wouldn't marry a Delhi girl. I'd like to marry a Bangalore girl however. Or even a Mumbai girl.

Yes, I sometimes think about marrying women.

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Delhi men, as expected, pointy shoes and gelled, almost ridiculously spiked hair. Meh. No like.

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And will someone just slap these Delhi guys? They stare at you like their daddy dearest bought you from Razori garden solely for their viewing pleasure!

Someone needs to teach Delhi men, nay, all Indian men how to stare. We like you checking us out, but can't you be a bit classy about it? Huh?

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Punjabi women I have realised are very hot when young. Beautiful flawless complexions, nice features and well-endowed bosoms. But good lord, they age so bad!

All those creamy lassis and butter naans and aloo kulchas seem to take toll post-marriage. Not hot.


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Delhi at this time of the year made me feel like its national pastime is marriage and weddings. Everyone talks about weddings and jewellery and this and that. I agree, it's totally unfair of me to comment when I haven't even seen 1% of Delhi.

But when did I let that stop me from making biased uninformed ignorant remarks? Delhi is flashy and full of wannabe brides. There!

September 04, 2010

Hodophile...

Word for the day: Hodophilia. Someone who gets sexually aroused from travelling.

I totally love this word. And by that definition, I am totally a hodophile! I hope I marry someone who loves travelling. Please god, please please. I'll even learn to pack a lighter bag and carry it myself! I promise.

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I loved this article about woman's brain. And I am glad that my reaction to the "silent treatment" is not because I am crazy but it's actually scientifically proven that women hate conflict but lack of response even more. Thank you Live Science!