February 24, 2015

A Ceylon Odyssey

I’m usually known to procrastinate specific things in life like exercise, collecting on finances and making phone calls among others, but I feel most guilty when I delay writing travelogues. From personal experience, I feel that the memories and trivia are most fresh within the week of returning from a trip, making it the opportune moment to pen it down for memory’s sake. It has been over two months to my trip to the island nation of Ceylon, and I’ve only got down to penning it down today. Milan and I had been planning to travel together for almost over a year. The Calcutta monotony was getting to her and…

August 1, 2014

Hrvatska!

A couple of months ago, on weekend family movie night, the parents and I were watching this Satyajit Ray classic – ‘Agantuk’. Translated into English, it means ‘The Stranger’ and is about a family dealing with the sudden visit of a long lost uncle. In the film, this uncle, having travelled the world, educates us about wanderlust (Did you know that this term is an English loanword which was already extant in the German language – pronounced wander-loost). It’s a rush like no other. A bug that bit me early in my twenties, inspired by the company I kept and their love for just packing bags and stepping out. And I…

June 17, 2013

Day 17# *Click*

Photograph albums were one of my favourite pastimes growing up, and even though I’ve managed to scan most of the pictures and saved them in my external hard drives, I refer to them from time to time, when I’m in Muscat or Calcutta.  It is a very difficult task – to pick a favourite picture of myself. I’ve been lucky to have parents with the love of documentation (Yes, that’s where I get it from) and then overtly talented shutterbug friends, so you can imagine that I’ve had to go through a lot of folders before I settled on one.  I’ve chosen this particular picture because it invariably makes me…

October 31, 2012

Muscat Travelogue | As Sifah

So when a seven-day long holiday is declared by the Government, one’s natural reaction is – “Lets get the hell out of here!” I was no different. Having researched in detail about budget trips with the family, created excel sheets, pored over the maps of Istanbul, Tehran and Amman with great enthusiasm – I am now equipped to be your certified Middle East tour guide. As what usually happens to anything I am excited about, nothing materialised. Having to write polite decline emails to the travel consultants, I was in a rather rotten frame of mind. Sitting at home for nine days was simply not my idea of fun.  Keeping with…