Robber's Cave, locals call it 'Guchhupani', totally lived up to the drama its name conjured up. The old timers spun tales of deep underground caverns and tunnels that crisscrossed the city, many were used by the robbers of yore as shortcuts, escape routes and hideaways to stash away their loot. Folks still insist that much… Continue reading Robber’s Cave Transformed!
Jagat= world, Gram=village. All the Indiana Jones and Lara Crofts were in a tizzy. From Kalsi, home to the Ashokan edict, we were driving to the site of the Ashwamedha Yagya, that’s an ancient practice of horse sacrifice conducted by a king who wished to flex his muscles without declaring a war on his neighbors. Nobody… Continue reading Treasure hunt in Jagatgram.
It was billed as a walk among ancient edicts, read a message from King Ashoka himself, a man who lived 2000 years ago. Now he was a rockstar of his times. His life story is the stuff what legends are made of. Reputed to be ruthless, he renounced his blood thirsty ways at the height… Continue reading The clue in the ancient writing.
Travelling certainly has changed dramatically over the years. Walk into my home town and the first thing you see hogging the roads are the widely popular public transport. Actually it is more of a race between the dirt cheap blue devils called tempos and Vikrams against the madly driven Harry Potter kind of local buses;… Continue reading Ola! Apps the way to go.
My most vivid memory of the one visit to the Surkanda Devi Temple is of me huffing and puffing and almost collapsing in exhaustion, dragging myself behind my enthusiastic mother, a virtual mountain goat. That was 23 years ago when I cluelessly believed that the temple was right there on a hilltop, which it was… Continue reading Calling on Goddess Surkanda Devi
This photo was taken during a mission to locate 'Rani ka Talaab' (the queen's pool) listed by a travel website as a must see place in Ambala Cantt (the same sleepy town where I went Ravana hopping). The details were woefully scant but I was intrigued as it supposedly existed slap bang in the middle… Continue reading The path less travelled.
The story begins not so long ago when the Ancient One gave her word to the gangly knight, "if you can battle the horde of blue dragons and pass through the valley of poisonous fumes and make it to my lair, the path to Shangri-La, The Mindrolling Monastery with its magnificent treasures will be revealed… Continue reading A Shangri-la called Mindrolling Monastery
What do you do when you are in a sleepy town called Ambala Cantt on the day of Dusshera? Well, how about seeking the Dusshera melas or the fairs for that's where one usually finds the effigies of Ravana, the king of Lanka, Meghanad, his son and Kumbhakarna, Ravana's brother, all decked to be set… Continue reading Ravana gazing in a sleepy Indian town
My adventurous weekend began with the movie 'Wild',starring Reese Witherspoon that I watched in two instalments. No particular reason except real life chores intrude quickly at home, irrespective of however much one is immersed in the trials and tribulations of the protagonist on screen . The story was quite straight… Continue reading To trek or not to trek ? That’s a ‘wild’ question.
The Developing Your Eye, photo challenge street couldn't have come at a better time,for Alice here,fell through the rabbit hole and came out into this surreal world - a twilight zone where culture is the king and kitsch its queen . The place goes by the name of Kingdom of Dreams in Gurgaon and it… Continue reading Street / Photo challenge