Everything I knew about Napoli/Naples could be summed up in three points- * Napoli Football Team * Neapolitan pizza * A seaside town I couldn't wait to check it on my way back from Pompeii. Only I didn't realise that at the end of a long day clambering among the ancient ruins, I would get… Continue reading Training lens on Napoli.
The Forest Research Institute (FRI) in Dehradun India, is every bit grand as its name. Ask the locals and on cue they go into raptures. See the sweeping emerald green lawns and don't miss the museum and the botanical garden! The monkeys are a menace and be careful of leopards. Yes! They sneak up on… Continue reading A Hauntingly Good Walk!
I confess, I am guilty of holding on to scraps and stuff. Sometimes I keep them for sentimental reasons but mostly for the kids if they ever wish to build a spaceship in the backyard. While my family despairs at my inability to deal with my hoarding syndrome, in a twist of fate I found… Continue reading Twisted
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 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 China draws… Continue reading Tripping through Tripura
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
"Rajpur is a charming hamlet by day but a ghostly one at night. Why on earth do you want to go to a nature festival organised there? Its hairpin turns and narrow lanes are mind boggling to navigate in the dark." Well, that meant I had to egg my family harder to join me in… Continue reading A peek into a Nature festival in the hills
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 is speedier than Speedy Gonzales, more wily than the Wile E Coyote. It waits and watches in plain sight, Ninja like invisible to the eye. In a flash it seizes its chance and swoops from the skies. It clasps it in its deceptively small beak and flies away with the prize. The target is… Continue reading Waiting to crow on the golf course
All year long, little hands scribble and scratch, swirls of colours in waves and giant balls. They gleefully rip, many times carelessly snip and then glue the bits. The characters begin to come together; snakes and lamps, planes and trees, traffic lights, Santa, creatures under the sea. Then comes the time when it's imperative… Continue reading Collage
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.