Horsing Around Vattakottai Fort

Kanyakumari passed by in a blur; a sort of introduction to the Indian west coast terrain. I spent a lot of time gawking at the ocean, at the massive skies and clicking pictures of coconut trees. The culture shock is immense. It challenged at least 4 of my 5 senses. Today, Pabla and I leave,

Aloo Momos At 14,200 Ft

It’s 8 in the evening. I’m at Khibber. This is turning out to be different than what I had imagined. It’s still jagged and breathtaking but also slightly greener and flatter here. I think we are on the top of the rocky cliffs that mark the road till Kaza. The terrain looks quite walk-able. The

Spiti Valley – A Geography Lesson You’ll Never Forget

I’m overwhelmed, stunned and slightly disoriented by the landscape I’ve just witnessed and encountered in the past 4 or 5 hours. This is what I was waiting for clearly. Turn after turn, bend after bend, one breath-taking sight after the other. Spiti valley is ethereal (so much that I have to use a cliché). Laying

Day 2 – The plan ahead

  Sometimes, I’m immensely lazy. So lazy that I fail to be proactive. Even when it really matters. I’m so lazy that I choose not to go to office on random whim. I wake up on time. Get ready, have some tea and then message my boss – I’m not coming today. I’m so lazy that I’ve

A Train Journey On The Cards

Sikkim. It’s been alluring me for the longest time now. Particularly North Sikkim. I had planned to head to the state 2 years back when there was a beautiful long weekend where everything starting from Gandhi Jayanti to Dussehra had lined up delightfully like a ripe glistening gift to all frustrated office goers around India. But

Too many options!

When one decides to leave for a long weekend, with friends to that not so far away destination, a certain kind of pragmatic thrill is involved. It’s the joy of a short break mixed with the angst of an unavoidable, impending return. The mega full stop to everything you wish life would rather be about. But

Kolkata Nei Ar Kolkata Te (Kolkata has finally left Kolkata)

So, I’m leaving. To find new stories for myself, to define my existence beyond the middle class and to either win or fail trying.

Curing Existential Crisis

I hate the world. I hate everything about it. And most of all I hate people. I feel I’m Cersei Lannister but even she’s got something she wants to protect. “Everyone who isn’t us, is an enemy” she says. But, I hate so much that I can’t even tell who’s ‘us’ anymore. Family and friends.