Wednesday, 7 February 2018

Week one - New Zealand Diaries

Well, I apologize for not writing for so long, especially about my fabulous US trip. It has been a hectic 6 months with work hours stretching to more than 11 hours a day sometimes. Weekends were consumed with working, shopping for the NZ trip, and relaxing, if time permitted (sometimes working too). Also, my laptop is not working since 4 months (an achievement in itself- surviving without a laptop), though they say “pen your thoughts”, I usually type them, being a Gen X kid.

Right now, am sitting in the living room of my sister/brother-in-law’s house in Auckland, New Zealand. I never thought I would get a chance to visit this country, it was not on my bucket list either. The only times I heard of it was in my childhood in Kaho Naa.. Pyaar hain.. and when India played against them in cricket. Might be just about how much an average Indian’s knowledge about the country.  After a week here, I urge people to put it on their definitely-to-visit-in-a-lifetime lists. To the uninformed & all the people wondering why I seem to be on a world tour, my brother-in-law moved here almost two years ago, and my sister following a few months later. Hence, am here.

The initial few days were spent in accustoming to the new timings (7 ½ hours ahead of IST). We visited a big park in the city when it was sunny and the malls when it was raining. Oh that reminds me of something which I found unique to New Zealand. The weather can change almost rapidly. In an instant, the unapologetic wrath of the sun hides behind the canopy of gloomy clouds that melt into a torrent of rain in the next. An umbrella, a windbreaker and a sunscreen bottle always to be kept handy for a comfortable time outside (not that I did). Maybe the sunny weather is the best of all, at least the clothes will dry!

Oh, and the views, be it from atop a hill or across the sea, breathtakingly relaxing. And so many numerous sunsets over mesmerizingly blue lakes. (The blue lakes get a special mention since you rarely see such a rich blue colour anywhere else, honestly, I haven’t). The dense redwood forests that at places, do not even allow sunlight to enter them. The waterfalls, technically not falling, but gushing waters at high speeds (200,000 litres per second) that can fill an entire Olympic pool in 5 seconds! There is no dearth of beautiful, heavenly nature here in this country, I say!

Have you ever seen lushly green meadows, sprawling across acres of land with cattle and sheep, grazing happily, with the sun and the clouds playing hide-and-seek with you while you have a beaming smile on your face? You will find them here in many parts of NZ. So much till you get bored, if that is even possible. Doesn’t that paint a pretty picture!

A few kilometres away, tucked away in a small town called Rotorua, are geothermal geysers, mud pools, and hot thermal springs bubbling in action all the time. (Trivia: While the gases were released above 100 °C, I was at 101.5-102 F). Also known as the “sulphur city”, it is known by the pungent odour that engulfs the city due to sulphur emissions. The thermal park has pools of varying colours, formed due to various minerals leaching into water, such as Sulphur, Manganese, Arsenic, Ferrous salts etc. We even saw the Lady Knox water Geyser that is made to erupt every morning. Visit the thermal park if you want to be enchanted and astonished by what our Mother Nature is capable of.
An intriguing place is the Blue Spring. The Blue Spring is natural spring water stream that contributes to a whopping 70% of New Zealand’s bottled water. The water is crystal clear, so clear that you can see the bottom bed too. It has floating green plantings giving it a sublime appearance. Confounding Fact: the water always remains at a constant temperature of 11 °C throughout the year in spite of the variations in the weather conditions.  

The latest place we have been to is the Waitomo Caves. These caves are known for the glowworms on the dark roofs resembling twinkling stars. These glowworms in larvae stage release light to attract & trap insects and flies for food. This stage of the lifecycle lasts around 6-9 months. It is a mind-numbing experience gliding slowly on a boat under the ground that succesfully wiped my fever away.

One week down. Two more to go…

To be continued…

Sunday, 25 June 2017

Being a tourist in my city...

Have you ever been a tourist in your own city? It’s another experience altogether. After many years of planning, my best friend happens to visit my city, Hyderabad. Oh, the plans, the dreams, the schemes, the imaginary itineraries, the salivating foods, what plans we made! The friend who visited me was my roommate in IIT. Stayed together without any trouble for two whole years. Though, initially allotted the same room without choice, we continued to stay together even when given a choice. We both loved reading, introverted, foodies and very perfect for each other. While everyone else (okay, most) around us fought over petty things, we were busy visiting bookstores and restaurants. So imagine my happiness when that day came, when she finally came to my place…
She is from Kerala, God’s own country. She was born and brought up in a beautiful place with backwaters and houseboats. She has a close relationship with nature. Now, how do I impress her showing around a place like Hyderabad with all its potholes and crowded streets? Imagine my distress at planning the perfect itinerary; where she’ll not miss the highlights of the city but doesn’t miss the essence of it either.

For someone who is born and brought up in cities, we fall in love with the memories we made, with the people we met, the nostalgic childhood… We tend to oversee the steadily still traffic, the numerous potholes, the dangling electric wires, and the garbage lying uncollected overflowing from the bins. Instead, we see the wistful memory evoked in the mind when we pass through a particular locale, which immediately brings a smile to the face. So, my biggest problem was, how do I make her see my city with my eyes?

I realised it is a herculean task that I was taking up, so I decided to be the tourist in my own city. See it for what it is, with all its faults and beauty. Maybe, she will eventually fall in love with it like I did. Because, even the moon has spots on it, but a full moon is one of the most beautiful things I have seen (I know, very movie song lyrics-y line). For three days, I donned the hat of a tourist and roamed all the famous places. I gave up sleep and travelled with water bottles in hand.

The first day started off a little late. After a heavy breakfast we went to the Nehru Zoological Park in Hyderabad. Now for a little trivia: the both of us have visited every zoo/national park in every city we have visited together. Be it Mumbai, Pune or Hyderabad. We love animals. We have even been on two safaris together, spotted many lions, tigers, leopards, white tigers, bears, elephants (a normal occurrence in Kerala), birds and what not. It was raining slightly; the weather was perfect for the animals too. The white peacock even spread its feathers in happiness. After a quick lunch we went to the Necklace road, my hangout long before I knew about Marine Drive. We went on an evening stroll, saw the sunset over the lake and went to the Buddha Statue by ferry. After a quick dinner at Alex’s kitchen (another hangout filled with lots of memories), we went home and fell asleep soundly almost immediately.

The next day was entirely dedicated to the Ramoji Film city. Holding the Guinness World record for biggest film city sprawling across 1633 acres, Ramoji film city is one of the most frequented destinations for tourists. Latest blockbuster movie garnering praises everywhere, Baahubali (the beginning and conclusion) was shot here for 600 days. Other movies such as Chennai Express, Dilwale, Singham, Sardar Gabbar Singh were also shot here. I even, re-enacted the scene from DDLJ where Raj extends his hand for Simran from the train. It was a fun but tiring day. We returned home finally after 14-15 hours. The twist was that I couldn’t rest yet, my childhood friend was getting married that night and I went to wish her a happy married life ahead.

The third day and the final day, we went to the iconic monuments in Hyderabad. What do you remember first when someone says Hyderabad? Charminar, right? Well, just not yet. We went to the Salar Jung museum, the largest one-man collection in the world. My dad also accompanied us; he was visiting the museum after 39 years!! We saw the magnificent clock, the veiled Rebecca, and the double statue, the most famous destinations in the museum. Guess what, we even had a replica of the Mona Lisa in the museum. It was a beautiful experience, the various artefacts carved with so many kinds of materials. There were separate rooms for walking sticks too! Imagine how wide the collection was! Loved it!! Some of them were so intricately designed more than a hundred years ago, makes you wonder how much technology they had access to. The museum held various collections including the paintings of Raja Ravi Verma, Swords and daggers of Aurangazeb, Shah Jahan, Jehangir, Chinese and Japanese artefacts, Quran texts, clocks… After such an enriching experience, we went finally to Charminar. Built in 1591 to commemorate the victory over the plague, it stands tall and grand in the middle of city. We climbed to the top of Charminar, and the view that awaited us was amazing. It was the month of Ramzan and the streets were filled with energy, colour, people, and life. People from all over the country, of all religions and regions alike, flocked to Charminar during Ramzan, for all night long bazaars and the food. I have heard only wonderful things from my non-vegetarian friends about the food choices available, Haleem, biryani, kebabs... We bought the world- renowned perfume, Ittar/Attar. And then went pearl shopping (For the uninformed, Hyderabad is also known as the City of Pearls.)

After a sumptuous dinner, we dropped her at the bus stop and returned home. I had an early flight the next morning. No later than a few hours later, I was on a flight back to Mumbai, to routine. I was a tourist everywhere else, but for the first time, I was a tourist in my own city. It was another experience altogether, seeing the city through an entirely different kaleidoscope of colours. Thanks to my dear friend, mon cher ami :) Thanks to her for being the perfect guest and to my parents for being the perfect hosts.


Wednesday, 18 January 2017

Dedicated to all book lovers..

As I return from another trip to the bookstore, I wonder why I turned out to be such a bookworm. My friend has visited me from another city and my roommate asks me all excited, “where are you guys going?” And, I reply, even more thrilled, “to buy books!” She looks at me a little puzzled and starts laughing. Welcome to my world. Where most can’t imagine spending a day in a bookstore, looking at covers, shuffling through its pages, smelling the antique books, trying to hold as many books as possible in your arms, looking at the book’s Goodreads ratings to finally settle on enough books that’ll satisfy your heart, just making to your budget limitations and enough to be able to carry home, with a broken back if it may be so. But those few who can, you will completely agree with wobbling heads.  

Okay, imagine this. Your friend promises you a treat. What would you ask for? A grand lunch/ dinner party or a movie? Well, if so, you are in the majority. I’m in that minority (as per my experience) who can ask for a book instead (not that I don’t enjoy a good meal or movie). A lunch costs the same, if not more, these days and lasts for a few hours but a book keeps you on my good side for a really long time. How many people get books in their sister’s wedding as Shagun from the sister’s in-laws? (I loved that idea of theirs; it makes it so much personal; like they are giving it because they wanted to, not because of some rule). I read books in my pyjamas, with a coffee mug in one hand, cosy in my bed – falling in love along with the characters, plotting all their schemes with them, facing their experiences with them, feeling their emotions, laughing through the oops moments, crying through the sadness – my brain cells actively devouring the lines.

Let me describe this: I have a huge cupboard filled with books in my room. I hope to one day turn that cupboard into a library, filled with dear characters, lovable stories and beautiful memories. Some books are so close to me, though I have already finished reading them, I can’t imagine letting them go. I panic when I think of such a situation. I freak out when I think of moving somewhere. It’ll cost me all my energy and money to shift all my books. (This is exactly why I take some books every time I go home). In IIT, every year when students graduate, there is a courier service that offers discounts to send your belongings to your home town. Take a wild guess, what did I use it for? Well, it wouldn’t be in this article if it wasn’t for books. I couriered 20 KGs of books from IIT and left the rest in IIT so that I can carry them with me (easily another 20 KGs).

I’m also glad to say I have always managed to find friends wherever I went who loved books as much as I did. Some of the best conversations have been about books, the ones you loved, the ones you hated, the character you fell in love with, the fictional one you wish you could marry, and so on. The first thing that pulls me like a magnet in anybody’s house are their bookshelves. I may cut you off midsentence and wander to a nearby bookshelf to see what books you read. Let me tell you this, random people can become very good friends with this common factor – their mutual love for reading. Hours seem to pass by, while you discuss your favourite author’s latest book or the book that released just now that has everyone raving.

These days, you don’t even have to go to a library to read. No longer do you have to borrow from a friend or look for a nearby bookstore and hope it has the book you wanted. You can buy and download to your Kindle device without moving an inch. We can get the reviews and even post our own reviews on sites such as Goodreads to help other like-minded people. We can order a book online on all major e-commerce sites, such as Amazon or Flipkart. You can even pre-order a book. You are in-the-know long before the book releases. You can tweet your appreciation for a book directly to the author and if you are lucky enough, you even get a reply from your favourite author acknowledging the same. (I have been lucky in this aspect quite a few times; oh that feeling is equivalent to being on cloud 9).  

Okay, am blabbering now. So, getting back to my original question. What made me a bookworm? Many say, upbringing, schooling, parents, and so on. But I can’t do anything but disagree on that a little though not entirely. Yes, my Dad reads with the same zeal, my school encouraged reading (we had a library period as part of our curriculum where we had to borrow books), but my sister who has the same background, and the same schooling, somehow is poles apart on this one (I have wonderful conversations with her on other things, though).

So, how?

Well, I think that many a factor have come together to produce a synergy that I seem to have no control over. But I love it, whatsoever might be the reason. These energies took over me and drowned me in castles made of books, pages filled with magic, dear characters though faceless, pulling me up just long enough to breathe a normal life with people, work, music and movies.


Hurray! Here’s to more reading! Cheers!

Wednesday, 30 November 2016

Love you, Zindagi..

For all the people wondering why I’m writing more than 2 articles in a month (I know, this is very rare), I am just back from watching a bollywood movie called, “Dear Zindagi”. Well, the reason that dragged me the most into the theatre was that it starred my favourite actor, eternal love, Dr. Shah Rukh Khan. (Get that smirk off your face, I really do love him no matter what you think). The film didn’t really release an official trailer but all it did was release a series of short teasers. So I could only guess what it was about (Though after watching it, I realised I guessed it right; SRK for the first time played a therapist). Now, obviously, I loved the movie (it featured my first love in all-new avatar) but there were several other reasons...

I have always believed that mental health along with physical health is what composes a happy life. Everybody knows what physical health is and takes many measures to attain the same. I’m sure many of you are guilty of walking or running an extra mile, exercising a few push-ups more or dieting the extra few calories, just to make sure. And you probably won’t hesitate going to the doctor if an infection runs for long or a high fever persists. What if you were feeling down, quite regularly, and lost interest in things you used to love? Would you go the doctor then or just wait for the “feeling” to pass, again? Will your family or friends suggest their regular tried-and-tested doctors, like they do for, say, a physician, a surgeon or an obstetrician? Think about it… Dear Zindagi confronts the social stigma around mental health. About how people who need a little bit of therapy to get better, refrain themselves from visiting a counsellor, scared of getting caught in the act.

It also deals with heartbreak and the pain that can spiral you into what seems like a bottomless abyss; or any reason for that matter. Sometimes, little things push you over the edge. It might seem silly to a friend or family, but that’s what breaks you. Suppressing your emotions will eventually result in you bursting into pieces with no one to help or hold your hand. Because, they never knew you had a problem. Nobody can understand your mental state other than you. Analyze it, if you feel you have the slightest of problems, talk to someone, reach out to a friend. Let someone help you. They say, even a mother doesn’t know her baby is hungry unless it cries. If you find yourself falling, ask help pulling yourself up, someone is always there to give you a hand. So accept you need help. There is nothing shameful about it, whatever be the reason.

The other thing that the movie talked about was loving yourself; about realising that once you love yourself, you don’t need someone else’s approval to be happy. It’s about appreciating the little instants in life that bring a smile onto your face. In another blog of mine written sometime earlier, I had said: Embrace your idiosyncrasies, work on your weaknesses and realize you may not be perfect but that’s the best part about being human. Love others too; don’t ever judge a person by what you can perceive on the outside – you haven’t walked a day in their shoes. Forgive easily – heartbreaks happen; move on. I believe this was one of the core lessons in the movie. The movie says at a crucial moment that, we should take people off the pedestals that we put them on, and see them as ordinary people, who are capable of making mistakes. Once we do this, we tend to forgive them like we would forgive ourself when we make a mistake – which would help in the healing process.

Another aspect of the movie was about taking your life into your own hands. Yes, easier said than done. But, I had read a quote in a book I was reading sometime back – do nothing and nothing happens. Life is about decisions, you either make them or they’re made for you, but you can’t avoid them. Rings true, doesn’t it? Don’t let someone else steer your life for you. Take other’s advice, but don’t let them make your decisions. Follow your passion, be the person you would respect, do whatever you have always wanted to do. Think outside the box. Chase your dreams till they have no other choice but be fulfilled.  And once they do, feel the happiness, and fill your heart with it.

For me, the best conversation was when Kaira ponders out loudly with Dr. Khan how nice it would have been if there was one perfect relationship. He answers by saying that, life should be about having many relationships, one for every activity you love doing and share with that other person, like, say, someone to discuss books or movies, someone for giggling and girly gossip, or someone just to contemplate on life, instead of putting pressure on only one single relationship. If we stop expecting everything from one big relationship, we find happiness in the tiniest of things at the most random moments in life, making it interesting and happier. How thought provoking is that?

So, before I sign off, let’s take a pledge: Let us seek happiness in the small things, laugh and cry our hearts out, lend a hand to someone struggling, learn to embrace our flaws and love ourselves, do things we love to do, follow our dreams, fall in love, face our fears and demons, and paint our life with a palette of bright colours.

Love,
Sravya

Saturday, 12 November 2016

What is the true meaning of education?

I just saw a speech given by my brother in one of the most esteemed business schools in India about the Right to Education (RTE) and how to achieve it. He asked many questions in it which got me thinking. Right now, so many thoughts are running through my head, I needed to put them down or I thought my head would explode. Right to Education is clear from the three words. It represents the idea of an excellent education, an education available and attainable by people of all strata of the society.

My first thought was that quality education was an integral part of our family even two generations ahead of me. Both my grandfathers were in the education system. Both my father and mother are postgraduates. My dad is in the Faculty of a very esteemed organization and my mother was a teacher in a school for a few years teaching Social Studies & Telugu. I did my primary & secondary education from one of the best schools still ranked number one in Hyderabad, I did my graduation in a university considered one of the best in the city and I did my post-graduation in one of the best institutes in the country, IIT. Somewhere in-between my education, I realised I am one of the privileged kids. I come from a family that treats its children equally, despite their gender. How many girls in India are encouraged to pursue their post-graduation and are not questioned on their wish for higher education? How many kids are supported on their quest for knowledge? So, I believe the first step in RTE, - educated parents or at least parents who realise the worth of a good education.

One of the questions raised by my cousin in his speech was how many people aspired to be teachers in their childhood. I raised my hand. There was a phase in both my sister’s and my childhood, where we aspired to be teachers (more than anything, the result of that was chalk everywhere, on walls, on cupboards, on anything that can be used as a board). I was in awe of some of my teachers who managed to fuel the fire of my curiosity, who believed in my capabilities, who urged me to be better. My school doesn’t allow corporal punishment, it expects its teachers to explain to the students patiently, affectionately and reassuringly. I went to a school that treated everyone equally, people of all gender, castes, regions, religions & classes of society. I never knew the caste, region or religion of my classmates nor did I care. The thing that I thank my school for even now. My school never behaved differently with their boys and girls. I see a lot of people who behave differently with the opposite sexes. It was instilled in us that all people are alike. Our school also believed in all-round education. We were pushed to know our skills in all domains, arts, sports, oratory skills and not scoring full marks in various tests. (This led me to pursue my love for music and art. It also made me realise that I am really bad at catch or other sports that involved hand-and-eye co-ordination).  I still remember the day my music teacher & my arts teacher praised me in front of my peers, making me confident in my abilities. So, the second step in RTE - a teacher who believes in you, in what you can do and how important you are to the future of the country.

One of the other things my cousin pointed out in his speech was that the realisation of what constitutes an excellent education. There were many answers from the audience, I had some thoughts of my own I would like to add. An excellent education constitutes an attitude change in the kid, encourages the thirst for knowledge, imparts wisdom, implants the belief & confidence in themselves that they can be something, inculcates values to treat everyone equally, with empathy and compassion, including animals, not to judge people based on any pre-conceived notions of any caste, religion, gender but be inspired by their stories, to introduce them to a world of opportunities and to support them in whatever they want to be. I once saw a TEDx show of a kid who asked a question, why do adults always ask the kids what they want to be when they grow up and not right now. Kids at a very young age should believe in themselves that they are an integral part of the country, they are the present and the future. I believe education in these terms is more valuable than any numerous degrees that one might possess. These values will also help them vote or lead in a democracy that needs people to be able to make informed and challenging decisions.

My cousin talked about his experiences as a primary teacher that now helps him guide new teachers he trains as a part of his programme. He talked about kids and their idea of education. That many kids study for the fear of humiliation or for the fear of punishment. He rightly pointed out the fear needs to be replaced with want, desire & aspiration. My experience with under privileged kids (my definition of under privileged not just lies in their financial problems but also with the level of education & understanding in the society they are growing up in) is less but my very first experience was when our maid came to us for help for her daughter’s education. She said that computer skills are a dire necessity in today’s job market and since we had a computer at home, if we could give her an opportunity for her to learn. I taught her what I knew and what I was learning in school. From turning it on to Microsoft Office to turning it off, she saw opportunities in the world wide web of knowledge. And in turn, it was a learning experience for me, my first experience as a teacher. Another time, I helped my maid’s son with his mathematics. I tried to instil in him the fun of doing mathematics, and not for the marks. He used to initially say that his teacher taught him in a particular way and that my method was different, but once he learnt to think on his own, there was no stopping him. I’m glad that they came to us for help. It shows that they know the value of education and how education before work can give their kids a brighter future than what they have.

Another experience that convinced me of my privilege was when I went to a maths tuition in my tenth class. The key to be adept at mathematics was practice and more practice. Teachers in my school never spoon-fed us the answers. For example, in languages or social sciences, or even science, we were never given answers to the questions at the back of the lesson. We were made to answer based on what we understood from the class. They taught us the concepts and asked us to try solve the problems before they gave us the solution. The questions in the exams were never from the textbook. These methods helped us think in all directions, using all the concepts we learnt so far. This way, every student had his/her own unique solution. It made us analytical thinkers, problem solvers and in not just the way the teacher wanted us to. So, getting back to my experience in the tuition, since we were from all kinds of background, the teacher was forced to give problems from out of the textbook or what-were-asked-in-the-last-few-years questions. It astonished me that most of the students didn’t know how to go ahead. They were taught to solve for x and not for y, so it stumped them. They were shocked that I could solve the same question in a few minutes and arrived at the correct solution. I am not saying any of these kids were less intelligent, they were equally intelligent if not more. But they were not taught to tap into their capabilities and their skills. They were taught to mug up what the teacher has taught them to get 100 marks. Parents were proud of their kids getting > 90% but did not worry about how much they were actually learning (not all, I must point out, maybe they were just ignorant or unaware of the situation).

My own experience with that kind of teaching was when I was pursuing my 11th and 12th. I was studying in a college that focused only on our marks. Their approach to that was long hours of sitting with books. Even if you had finished your work in half an hour, no, two hours of study time is prescribed for excellent marks. The college has promised miracles to their parents, that their kid would get > 95%, and not what he/she would take with him at the end of it. I remember, in my college, when in an exam, I solved a trigonometric equation in my own method. Now the person who was correcting my paper only knew one solution to it, unfortunately I didn’t remember it and solved it in my own way, trying to solve it in various methods during the exam. Though there wasn’t a single mistake in my solution, it just wasn’t the “right” solution and wasn’t awarded more than half the marks. I tried to explain to her that my solution was correct, and although after 15 minutes or so, she agreed with me, she was still reluctant to give me the marks. Imagine, this being the situation of a primary school kid. His first lesson will be to blindly follow his teacher and not question anything on his own.

It’s turning out to be a longer article than I thought, but this subject has always been very close to my heart. I believe that each and every one of us should do our bit for being the privileged few. We should help make the future of our country stronger and greater. I believe that providing an excellent education should be our number one priority.

Lastly, I would like to wholeheartedly thank my parents who believed in me, who never questioned my need for higher studies, who encouraged me to read, play and develop my personality – you are my first teachers. Next, I would like to thank my teachers who have taught me to think and solve my own problems, who taught me that am a valuable asset to my country and the responsibility that comes with it.  

And I thank all teachers who are helping make this country better, one student at a time. 

Thank you.

Here are some of the quotes that I found inspiring:
“Education is the most powerful weapon we can use to change the world” – Nelson Mandela
Everyone is a genius. But if you judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree, it’ll live its whole life believing that it is stupid” & “Education is what remains after one has forgotten what one has learned in school”– Albert Einstein
“Children must be taught how to think, not what to think” – Margaret Mead
“One of the very important characteristics of a student is to question. Let the students ask questions.” – A. P. J. Abdul Kalam
And what I always believed in and is the caption to my blog,
“A man is but the product of his thoughts. What he thinks, he becomes.” – Mahatma Gandhi  

Monday, 7 November 2016

In the land of history, art, beauty, love and much more..

We left Liechtenstein to reach Seefeld in Tirol district of Austria. It is at an altitude of 1200 m above sea level, i.e. somewhere in between Coorg and Mahabaleswar in terms of altitude, but much colder. The temperature was low at around 10-12 °C. We reached the hotel and had dinner in its restaurant. The hotel had a very ancient antique feel to it. It was made of panelled wood giving it an eerie look as well (I remember thinking it can be a good location for movies like “I know what you did last summer”). After dinner, a large part of our night was filled with clicking photographs in and around the hotel. The hotel had a merry-go-round and a toy train at its entrance. Never having let go of the child in me, I jumped at the idea of getting on the merry-go-round. It was so much fun. We posed with numerous stills, shivering in the cold, on the cold night, and yet, our enthusiasm not dropping with the dropping temperatures.

Early next morning, after our breakfast, we begin our journey to Wattens to the world-famous Swarovski Crystal World. So much of greenery on the way, my eyes were trying to absorb in as much of it as possible (You know how rare a sight it is in our urban cities). The sight of so many colourful precious stones, sparkling in all shapes and forms was a treat to the eyes. So many designs of necklaces, earrings, bracelets, and what not (Almost, every stereotyped girl’s dream, I guess, just kidding). The sparkling stones, diamonds, crystals were found in all shapes and sizes enticing us, egging us to buy. After the weight of our pockets decreased a little (and considerably for some), we went ahead to the last country in our Europe trip, Italy.

We spent the night in a place called Padua. Padua is one of the oldest districts of Italy. A small city in Italy, tucked away in one corner of Italy, just a few kilometres away from Venice, our destination for the next day. We have dinner at an Indian restaurant there. We sleep as soon our heads touch the pillow, tired as we were from all the travelling in the coach.

We reach Venice the next day by boat. While we were on the boat, we learn of its history, how it ruled independently for a few hundred years before it became a part of the modern world Italy. The guide told us that unlike the rest of the world, the population in Venice is decreasing day by day. Venice is connected by a Grand Canal. I had always wanted to visit Venice, for the feel of travelling by boat to get somewhere. Imagine streets are of water, and you can’t walk most of the times. You must take a boat or get on a bridge to go somewhere. It was another experience altogether. For realising this experience, we took a Gondola ride, the original boat that was used for travel before the invention of motorboats. It was a beautiful ride, and a little scary too. I was nervous because he had to manoeuvre the gondola and keep it afloat by managing our weight, keeping the weight on all sides equal. We even had a traffic jam. Believe me, traffic jams on land are better, at least you could just get down and walk somewhere. On a boat, you can only wait. But it was super fun and super cool. After the first check on what-to-do in Venice, we went to the next. We had Pizza!! Pizza is known to come from the land of Italy. Pizza, though Italian, has taken the world by storm. Everybody loves a good pizza. We went to the restaurant suggested by the guide. Though, being vegetarian we had only two options. I ordered the one type of pizza I don’t order here, the simple plain cheese margarita. But it was tasty and we were full by the end of it.

As soon we stepped on land, I breathe a sigh of relief. Though voyaging on water was fun, I prefer land any day. (I should start learn swimming and I’ll, soon). The next stop after Venice was Pisa. But before that we have dinner at Bologna and spend the night at Florence, Italy. Sadly, we didn’t have a chance to explore the city.

The next morning was our last morning in Europe in this trip. Most of us were so in love with Europe that we wanted to stay longer. But we decided to enjoy the last day in Pisa and go back with a bucket full of memories. We arrive in Pisa and go visit the Leaning Tower of Pisa. It is included in one of the ancient wonders of the world. As the tower was being built, they realised that the tower was being constructed at an angle. Though corrected partly, an angle of approximately 4 degrees remains to date and the wonder is that it hasn’t fallen yet. Made entirely of Marble, it stood, though slant, rather proudly. It was beautiful. Both Italian marble and leather are very famous, so along with an obvious Tower souvenir, we also bought some souvenirs from Pisa. I had samosa in Pisa. I must say, it tasted better than in many places in India.

We commence our journey then to the Airport in Milan. We pass through Verona on the way, the place known for the fictional yet very eternal love of Romeo- Juliet. Milan is another historical town in Italy, most famous for housing the ‘Last Supper’ of Da Vinci. On the way, we played all kinds of games in the bus to pass time in the long journey ahead of us. We made jokes, laughed, sang, talked, shouted, had lots of fun. As we got down the airport, we took our luggage into the check-in counter to start our final journey together as a group in Europe. We missed out on exploring Florence, Milan, Verona, the Vatican City and Rome in Italy. Next time, hopefully.

As the flight takes off from the tarmac, I look at the places around me, think of all the places I visited in a span of 8 days and vow to come back to Europe for unfinished business (I mean, touring, of course). I am very grateful to my parents for making this trip happen.

But the trip wasn’t over yet. I was just travelling from one world wonder to another, but in India.


(This time I ask you, should I continue?) – my Taj adventures? 

Sunday, 30 October 2016

Bade bade deshon mein...

Well, where were we? (I decided to write something before the rich memories fade away to a box inside a tiny corner in my brain, hehe, just kidding. Most memories made in this trip are unforgettable). We leave early morning from Metz, France to advance our journey towards Germany & Switzerland. We start to become friends in the group. I forgot to tell you, there were close to 50 people in the group. On the way, we talk, we make noise, we sing, we look outside falling in love with the beauty that Europe possesses. We reach a lake called Tittisee bordering the Black Forest in Germany. Have you heard of this place? It was interesting to know that cuckoo clocks originated from this place. I remember I used to have a cuckoo clock at home quite a long time back, which used to chirp every hour. I turned nostalgic as I saw the wide range of cuckoo clocks available. Most of the people bought cuckoo clocks of varying sizes as a souvenir. The best part of that area was that it was flowery and colourful. So many natural colours!

We shop there for a while and famished as we were, we decided to have lunch somewhere in the short time that we had. After finishing a ready-to-eat pack from home but still hungry, we searched for some places to eat. We found a bakery and decided to have some cake. Let me tell you a small anecdote of what happened there. I wanted to know if there was egg in the cake. Being a vegetarian, I refrain from eating egg as much as possible. I tried explaining to the lady what an egg was and I didn’t succeed either. Ended up having the cake not knowing if it did contain egg. (My advice to vegetarians travelling to Europe: please carry a photo of an egg in your phone, helps very much. Ha ha. Just kidding.)

From there, we travel to Zurich, Switzerland. That thought excited me very much (Any SRK fan would agree with me here). How many times have you watched DDLJ? Your excitement will be proportional to that, I presume. We roamed the streets of Zurich on the banks of a lake & ate at an Indian restaurant. After a wonderful night in Zurich, we start to Lucerne. Here, we buy the famous cowbells (again, refer DDLJ) in different sizes. We have the local Macarones and Swiss chocolates. There was a reason they were all famous. They were amazing, so tasty, they melted in my mouth.

Next, we went to Mt. Titlis via Engelberg on a cable car, while looking down at the picturesque scenery. A surprise awaited us at the top of the mountain. Life size portrait of SRK and Kajol in a DDLJ pose. It was pleasantly astonishing to find a poster there. Maybe, it was a way to attract Indian tourists there or maybe it was a tribute to SRK and Yashraj for their contribution to Europe tourism. All the snow around- a feel good atmosphere. It was -4 C at the top, a height of more than 3000 m. The snowballs, the snow-slides, the snowmen and the fun we had! It was so exciting. Holding snow in your hands (though, gloved), throwing it at each other, posing for numerous photos, trying to make our phone screens respond with our touch in between all the freezing, it was a beautiful experience.
And, after our epic tour, we had hot idlis and masala chai at the foot of the mountain in Engelberg in an Indian restaurant. (Though, I could have had around 60 idlis in India at the same price of 2 there, haha).

We bid goodbye to one of the most famous countries in Europe, everybody’s dream destination. On the way we take a detour to a smaller-than-Hyderabad sized country called Liechtenstein. There, we went to a flea market. It was such a small country. It still has a castle where the prince lives - a castle on top of the hill. Imagine living there royally!

We then start on our way to Austria & Italy.

To be continued..

(Some time soon, won’t keep you waiting that long this time)