What did I know about Agartala, other than it was Tripura's capital? Nothing really. To tell you the truth, I did the mandatory reading and research befitting a traveller on her maiden visit but nothing quite prepared me for the place or the surprises tucked away. This post is therefore devoted to my Dora the… Continue reading Agartala Adventures-Things that made me go whoa!
Tripura is a peaceful state in far East India with a laid back vibe. A wall flower among the North Eastern states so much so that folks in the rest of the country vaguely nod at its existence. Well, Assam has its tea, Nagaland has the Hornbill Festival and Arunachal with its border squabbles with… Continue reading Tripping through Tripura
It was billed as a walk among ancient edicts, read a message from King Ashoka himself, a man who lived 2000 years ago. Today he is 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.
We had been friends for aeons now so it was bound to happen. More than a million conversations later, that stretched for hours on the phone, the girl gang of two (Number 3 dropped out), decided to take the long overdue no men or kids, girls only trip. We picked Jaipur, famed for its opulent… Continue reading Painting a town called Jaipur pink
I am in a train returning from Jaipur and this is all I can think of- elephants in Jaipur and not the usual camels associated with the desert state. Apparently I came across one on each day of my short visit, which is mind boggling in itself. I had hoped to see camels roaming the… Continue reading Going Elephantastic in Jaipur
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.
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.