Nature, Culture and Simplicity of a Malayali The South Indian state of Kerala is often referred to as God’s own…
Meeting a Twitter Follower in a remote village!
How does that sound?
They say the world is small and how true it is!
It so happened that we were visiting Lodhruva Jain temple on a temple trail around Jaisalmer, Rajasthan on a very hot lazy noon. As we walked out of our cars, the temple was on my left hand side and on right side were some people sitting casually on two stone benches under the shade of a tree.
Siddhartha was the first
Spanish Gypsy Palm Readers in Andalucia
When we visited Sevilla, there were a few gypsies around the tourist spots such as cathedral area and Plaza de Espana. One of them noticed me, moved towards me in short and fast steps, and then she offered me a bunch of leaves and said something in Spanish. Before I could even react, my guide told me not to accept and gestured me to move away.
Be careful, she could dupe you!!
The woman in question is
Celebrating Women’s Day
Shall I say “Happy Women’s Day” ?
So many people speak about Women’s day. Parties, shopping, discounts, dinners… all inviting us.
Is that all?
The beautiful expressive Indian classical dancer.
Today I want to mention about a girl Arunima Sinha who was a volleyball player at national level. When travelling in a night train, she resisted some chain snatchers who had boarded the train at the dead of night. While others obliged, she refused to give her gold chain to them.
Lost and found
If you are like me then the very mention of travel will make you want to experience something new. Each travel is a story by itself by stringing together all the events, good or bad. Some, you would like to learn a lesson from, and then forget about it; others, you would like to cherish lifelong.
Getting things stolen, misplacing or losing stuff is part and parcel of travel and you would like to take those extra precautions against it happening. Generally when you lose something, it is either gone for good or turns up in one corner of your luggage the next day.
Here is a story that offers a different ending. Lost and Found.
Our coach in Shatabdi.
While on our trip to Uttarakhand
The children of Batad village could not have impressed me more. They are tech savvy, fashion conscious, speak English and fond of latest English songs. All of them possess mobile phones as well.
From a four year old to a teenager, they all are comfortable with English language unlike in the capital Manila. They are very poor but have big dreams. While kids in cities play computer games, go to malls, blow parents’ hard earned money and kill time, these children of Batad work very hard to earn that extra penny which help them and their family in many ways.
Batad is a relatively tiny village in the mountains of Northern Luzon in the Philippines. Its big brother next door, Banaue (pronounced as banawe or बनावे) is the one you hear more about around Manila.
Elmer, our soft spoken, betel (पान) chewing 15 yrs old porter and guide.
Fifteen years old Elmer who carried our bags for going to Batad, offered his