10.12.03
Stay clear of tour guides
They show you what everybody else sees. They take you where everyone else goes. They tell you what you could have learnt from anyone else.Instead, strap your backpack, arm yourself with a map and a local language dictionary, shed your inhibitions in travelling in a local bus/motor and set forth.....you never know what you might just stumble upon.Could be a forgotten ruin, a hidden waterfall, an interesting localite or just a wild goose chase. Whatever, it's your own discovery.
2.11.03
Loner in the sea
On a fishing boat off the coast in Honnavar, a coastal town in Karnataka.
Deep sea blue around me and an open clear sky, it looked like no other colour existed on earth! A fishing boat here and there, some at a distance and some so far away that i wondered if it would ever return for the day. Some of them had a single fisherman aboard the boat, seemingly sitting idle.
Could not help but think about his daily routine. Did he know when he left home at daybreak if that day's efforts would fetch dinner for him and his family? Did he enjoy the the chirping sea-birds and the gurgling waves that filled up the silence surrounding him or was he just too used to them? What does he do when he feels too lonely? Do they all meet up for a coffee break? Ha !
That gust of wind that perks us all on land, wrecks the fisherman's hopes. He turns back to the coast as dusk arrives. Sometimes content, otherwise disillusioned, depending on the catch.Would he appreciate it if i tell him how much i envy his job? How much i envy that he is the the first to be sun-drenched at dawn.
I doubt!!
Deep sea blue around me and an open clear sky, it looked like no other colour existed on earth! A fishing boat here and there, some at a distance and some so far away that i wondered if it would ever return for the day. Some of them had a single fisherman aboard the boat, seemingly sitting idle.
Could not help but think about his daily routine. Did he know when he left home at daybreak if that day's efforts would fetch dinner for him and his family? Did he enjoy the the chirping sea-birds and the gurgling waves that filled up the silence surrounding him or was he just too used to them? What does he do when he feels too lonely? Do they all meet up for a coffee break? Ha !
That gust of wind that perks us all on land, wrecks the fisherman's hopes. He turns back to the coast as dusk arrives. Sometimes content, otherwise disillusioned, depending on the catch.Would he appreciate it if i tell him how much i envy his job? How much i envy that he is the the first to be sun-drenched at dawn.
I doubt!!
2.9.03
chennai discoveries
Life is not particularly likeable in Chennai. The sole aim of arming myself with a post-grad degree in journalism from this hi-flying J-school is the only thing that keeps me going.
My stay in the college-given accommodation - a two-bedroom apartment, replete with all that jazz: tv, phone, refrigerator, maids and even a coffee maker – does not make my stay any comfortable. I miss Bangalore to the extent that every alternate weekend, I find myself in a train/bus to bengalooru. Ah. Two days of friends, family and love made all the difference.
Monday morning, 4 a.m. reach Chennai railway station/bus stop, wait until I see that tiny streak of dawn and hurry up to catch the first of the dirty green bus to Ashok Nagar.On hindsight, I realise Chennai is making me tough. I learn a lot too, the hard way though.
My stay in the college-given accommodation - a two-bedroom apartment, replete with all that jazz: tv, phone, refrigerator, maids and even a coffee maker – does not make my stay any comfortable. I miss Bangalore to the extent that every alternate weekend, I find myself in a train/bus to bengalooru. Ah. Two days of friends, family and love made all the difference.
Monday morning, 4 a.m. reach Chennai railway station/bus stop, wait until I see that tiny streak of dawn and hurry up to catch the first of the dirty green bus to Ashok Nagar.On hindsight, I realise Chennai is making me tough. I learn a lot too, the hard way though.
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