Rendezvous at Kaas

The story of how a walk on the Kaas plateau reminded me of how fortunate I am.

A Mumbaikar finds Kharghar.

It was one of those days when I felt fit. I hadn’t smoked in three days, and I had pushed my body to its limit with callisthenics. So when a friend asked if I was up for a cycle ride of more than 100 km in the beauty that is the Mumbai monsoon, I did…

Lost and found in Venice.

One rainy afternoon in Venice, as I walked around the city with a map, a fragrance invaded my ‘sea meets fish meets rot’ smelling air space. I took a deep breath to catch it better and decided to sniff out my adventure that day. I had been warned about the confusing walkways of Venice and…

A prayer for everyone.

Flags in yellow, blue, red and green with prayers and religious symbols printed on them – some bright and new, others old and faded, but all just as charming. Locals believe that prayer flags spread peace, good luck and fortune every time the wind blows and they benefit everyone, not just those who tied or…

Finding Franky and the real Goa.

The day I met Franky Gracias, I almost didn’t meet him. After I had spent two sleepless nights in Goa without electricity and in the company of buzzing mosquitoes, on that very day I defected from a home-stay to a fancier hotel with power back-up and water that didn’t make its way in a tanker….

A whiff of a journey.

This story is from a while back. It was just another sticky day in the summer of 2014, to be precise. I used to work in an ad agency in those days. Long working hours, boring projects, horrible office politics and the general environment was eating away at me. The only good part about this…

Being tolerant to being Punjabi.

Bright colours, strains of traditional Punjabi songs and the latest Bollywood hits sum up a Punju (short and sweet for Punjabi) wedding for most ‘South Indians’ like me. The verbally brash purists amongst us even call it loud and overdressed. But when I travelled to Delhi and joined the wedding celebrations for my friend of…

Blushing Pink.

After a rather strenuous trek in Bhutan, I knocked on the door of a cafe, in the hope to find something to eat. What I found instead was a tiny little person in pink. I had just returned from the mesmerising beauty that is the Taktsang Monastery, but this little one’s quiet charm looked more…

Walking the Chadar trail.

I walked on the frozen Zanskar river, along with 9 others, for 7 days covering more than 70 kilometres. Armed with the best in branded trekking gear, I expected this to be a smooth sail, even at temperatures as low as — 25 degree Celsius. But with little or no survival skills and an alien…

A white cat, an autorickshaw and a life lesson.

Life lessons come in all shapes and sizes. Sometimes it runs across your path and bring your autorickshaw to a screeching halt. Yes, this happened on a trip to Mumbai – the city that never sleeps and, come to think of it, doesn’t much like stopping either. While I was on my way to a…

Beating the chill with chillies.

Fresh chillies in the market, chillies drying on rooftops,  menacing looking chillies in jars, and milder chillies dipped in batter and fried. Chillies with ginger, garlic and meat turned into pickle, fiery red powder made of chillies, chilli sauce infused with lemongrass and to top them all, ema datshi – a chilli and cheese stew…