Page 72 of 2023

Today, I woke up anxious as my alarm kept ringing non-stop. I had a sinking feeling that I was drowning. At 8 AM, I joined my yoga class, assuming the feelings would subside. I broke down during the session, feeling disappointed in myself. Is it work that stresses me out, or is it the persistent problem of my life? I am sinking in self-doubt as I write this blog.
For the past couple of months, I was headstrong when questioned on my matrimonial side. I did say, “Marriage is not my goal in life.” I failed to convince people around, and the question still lingers around. Now and then, people make me realize that “I am not milky white”; “I am not tall enough”; “I am not slim”; or “My father doesn’t hold enough land or money to get me married.”
Yesterday, in a peculiar matrimonial prospect, the guy’s mother said, “They have agreed to a proposal as they promised a high amount.” My father tried to interpret the conversation if they didn’t like my pictures. The lady conveniently stated that I wanted to put forward a proposal for your younger daughter. My father was confused. I realized my father’s WhatsApp picture had my sister’s picture resulted in this conversation. I saw my parents troubled and panicked for the rest of the day. It makes me angry and agitated to look at the condition of society. How did someone have the audacity to talk about women as commodities? If the family thought process is orthodoxical, the next generation must educate them. On the matrimonial websites, the guys’ profiles are from reputed companies such as Novo Nordisk, JP Morgan Chase, Deloitte, etc. Hence, as per my assumption, every guy is well-educated to interrupt their parents when they are making demeaning remarks about another person, be it anyone’s daughter or sister. I am ashamed of the society we reside.
My heart feels heavier every day. I haven’t seen my parents smile with their hearts out in a long time now. I blame myself to an extent. I try to contain my heart and trust the universe. Yet, I fail every passing day, and today’s meltdown was a warning signal. A perfect life is beyond my imagination, but a life where I can see my parents smile isn’t too much to ask. There are some battles that I am happy to lose in life. I believed I could get a free pass for a couple of situations in life once I got married.
I could take that trip to Leh without my parents panicking about my solo travel. I could travel to Europe, and no one would care about that. I could do strike-off things from my bucket list holding-hand of a partner. As the days and years pass, my existence on this earth is questioned. A woman’s existence is weighed by her marital status even today! I hope everyone understood the truth – there is more to life than being tied in a nuptial knot.

Rewards

The 13th day of December has been exhaustive. Mondays are back-to-back calls and no time to pee situation in my life. I am writing a gratitude post today for myself. I watched a vlog recently, where the vlogger mentioned the importance of rewarding yourself. Why should you buy that expensive perfume? Why do you need an iPad? Well, burning a hole in your pocket might concern you. But rewarding yourself might have never crossed your mind. I am sure we never reward ourselves enough. Most of us are working hard to build a home, fulfill dreams, and work harder for survival. I can count the number of holidays; I have taken for myself. At 31, people assume I enjoy living away from my parents. Seriously, I am not even close to celebrating my success.
My plans were dependent on my friends and a few other people. I never could gather the courage to take a flight and celebrate my birthday in a hotel room watching the moonlit sky. I am not romanticizing singlehood. I am trying to live for every second that I have left. From where we belong, marriage changes aspects of life. I may not land in a family that supports solo traveling. I may not land in a place where my partner would be a travel freak. Women tend to live all their dreams before their marriage. The majority of women don’t land up in the place they deserve to be. It’s a domino effect prevailing in society for women, not all. People quoted many times in the past year that I am not Aishwarya Rai Bachchan. I wanted to turn back and reply, but I surpassed that comment. Today, when we are approaching the end of the year, I want to party in their faces. I want to gift myself a lavish holiday for all jaws to drop. But, I’ve been at the mercy of my bank account. Though, I hope I can make some extravagant purchases, burning a hole in my pocket. I hope I reward myself one fine day.

My Bookstagram

I would give my Instagram account an applaud today. Without an intention to be a Bookstagram, I became part of a hashtag community. People need the zeal to follow your passion. Instagram was a picture-sharing platform a few years ago. It started providing livelihood to people and turned them into influencers. Looking at their picture-perfect life, you might have felt jealous. But, influencers do dedicate their time and creativity to shoot pictures, reels, and videos. If I look back at my Instagram account, I will give a pat on my back. I have evolved through time, which is evident on my Instagram. People have clicked the perfect Instagram picture or even a Pinterest equivalent set-up. I haven’t done great justice to the Instagram-worthy photos. The reason is I am a nerd, not a photographer. Instagram has evolved with the introduction of various new features for users. However, it is no longer a place with only pictures. It might be a stress-buster to watch reels and videos. In hindsight, it might take a toll on your mental well-being. I won’t delete my account as many people do to take a social media break. My work keeps me busy, and later I get occupied with my books. My Bookstagram account is very special to me. I cannot think of my life without my books or my Bookstagram account. I haven’t managed to have enough followers, though it doesn’t matter. At times, the appreciation from authors matters in the posted book reviews. I have interacted with many authors via Instagram. It is a privilege to be associated with authors and budding writers on this platform. I am trying to work on my social media skills. Hopefully, next year we might be able to see better content on my Instagram. This was a random blog for my neglected Instagram.

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Autumn

Next year, I don’t want to hold up to my old routine. I got forced into a schedule that I didn’t appreciate. I want to go back to the days when I could read happily. My TBR is waiting for me in another city. With my accident, everything fell apart once again. I was satisfied in a life where I ate my meals watching FRIENDS episodes. I got up in the morning, did all chores, went for a walk, and hit the shower later. I spent my evenings with books. This year I wanted to finish my research for the next project. I wanted to work on travel blogs this year. But this year was a bummer! Yesterday, I finished reading ‘The Comfort Book’; quite a reality check. Now, I think it’s okay to stare at a blank page for hours before you start writing an epic story. I appreciate the author’s perspective about comfort food. For the last two years, I have missed eating burgers from my favorite place in Bangalore. There are few places which give a sense of calmness. I have missed being myself.
Though, I am glad I spent the most amazing days with my family. I witnessed family dramas and enjoyed festivals. I am happy that the accident happened and we bought treasure for ourselves. It has been a rollercoaster ride, where I dreamt something in January and fulfilled it by August. I cannot believe my stars, but my friends remind me that I have achieved my goals. It is a mixed bag of emotions. I am supposed to return to my base location and live by myself. After another year and no marriage on the charts, people have another reason to ask questions about my bachelorhood. The last three months pass by quickly, and we start gearing up for the new year.

Sunday!

Today, it felt like an ordinary Sunday back in 2010. It’s a rare Sunday when I have ditched Netflix and surprised my TV set. Peeling garlic is a tedious chore, and I choose to watch any random movie for my company. I am glad I stumbled upon one of my childhood favorite movies – ‘Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge‘ known as DDLJ. My heart feels happy watching this movie today. Movies back in those days may be stupid and sentimental. But it did make sense back in those days. 

I imagined going on Swiss rail just like the one in the movie. Now, I am wise enough to understand that it takes a hell of money to board and enjoy a Euro trip. I am convinced watching a movie which makes people fall in love, enjoy travel, and settle after a fight. During those days, this movie was a success, and it is also available on OTT platforms. Movies might transport you to a fantasy world, a bit similar to books. I remember watching DDLJ a hundred times, and it has never failed to disappoint me. As I watch the movie today, I want to have that much money to explore Europe. Watching this movie back in 2011 gave me butterflies when I believed in love. Today, it is a different story. I have grown wise or stopped believing in the power of love. The best part of such old movies – there are no awkward censored scenes while your parents are watching along. 

I have lost the count of times I watched DDLJ. The ongoing news surge with drug cases doesn’t make me a lesser fan of Shahrukh Khan. Well, Salman Khan killed endangered species, and his fans love him. Ronaldo admitted raping a woman, and his fans are still drooling over him. I am not supporting a drug case, but I would like to keep my love for Shahrukh Khan. If his children do fuck ups that is his jurisdiction, and now, it’s the country. Apology for going off-road on this blog DDLJ remains my favorite movie. I would fulfill my dream of traveling on a Euro rail someday. Just like Paris at the age of 80!  

Paris would be better at 80

As the pandemic is receding, people are back to fulfilling their travel goals. As my Instagram feed refreshes, a person would have traveled to some part of the world. People who couldn’t travel last year are living their dreams to the fullest. I have saved hundreds of articles in my system, bookmarked places on Instagram; with a hope to travel again. I wouldn’t be able to travel alone anytime soon. At this point, I have started to feel the need for a partner who could be travel crazy with me. I have amazing friends who would do anything for me. But no one would make a travel plan suiting my preferences.
Today, I saw a video on Instagram about Northern Lights, and I felt the need to text someone. “Let’s watch Northern Lights!” It provoked me to miss the blank in my life. I have always been a person who talks too much with friends to fill the silence in my life. As I am aging, I realize the waves inside are crashing hard against the walls of my heart. I knew it was coming at some point in my life. I started enjoying my meals with Netflix. Well, Netflix can’t be my soulmate forever. Frankly, it’s not about being alone. It is more like travel along with someone to see the world. There are dreams which are too good to be true but are worth living.
For now, I am choosing to live my old age better. I have read featured articles where a group of old-aged women traveled to Europe for the first time. At that age, I might have osteoporosis, but I would be happy to be in Paris. Maybe India would see a Naina traveling solo at 70 for the first time. However, at that age, it would be tough to find Bunny in the French lanes. At that age, it would be just me and my wrinkles holding my camera (if I own any). Till then, I will bookmark places.

The place where I finished writing my novel

Take a leap of faith and see your life change

I worked in a market research firm back in early 2019. I had issues with the organization, where they lacked a logical approach towards the work solutions. They did not want to promote or appraise new employees who had a better approach towards work. I think they are dumb to have worked for five years and still think they are a start-up. Never in my life, I saw a company where they asked me to resign if I wanted to take a leave for some personal work. I resigned to save my dignity, and it wasn’t an impulsive decision. I wasn’t happily working in that company, nor that city pleased my mind.

That’s the view from my balcony

I went home in Sep 2019 with a heavy heart. I did not disclose my work situation at home, but everyone was puzzled to see me without a laptop. All my corporate career, I carried my laptop everywhere whether I was worked or wrote random stuff leisurely. I wished to find a job before heading to Delhi. It was next to impossible to find a job at such short notice. I was ready to take that risk in my life where I wandered jobless for a while.

Homebound flight


In Oct 2019, I returned to a place where I had lost my job and mental peace. I was still working on the manuscript, which was on the verge of completion. We were so close to the finish of the book. I was unable to concentrate in the crazy weather of Delhi. I decided to head to the mountains and take another leap of faith.

Prayed here for a better job and life of course – Jamshedpur


I took a bus from Majnu ka Tilla to Mcleodganj when India was prepping to celebrate Diwali. I woke up to the beautiful landscape of Himachal. It was one of the best moments of my life when I got down at the bus stop and headed to my hostel. I explored the path to my hostel on foot from Morgan’s place. As I walked through the woods early in the morning, I felt a sense of freedom. I reached my hostel after a good 10 minutes walk, and the view was mesmerizing. I had never stayed in a hostel, and I was looking forward to my experience here. I freshened up and went to the café upstairs to grab a bite. The set-up was apt to write my pending chapters. Words don’t do justice to some places. I headed out during the afternoon to one of the famous cafes. It was a dream to visit the place and click some pictures for the Gram. But when I reached the café, all I did was stare at the view of magnificent Dhauladhars and scribbled the last chapter of my book. I owe one to the place, which brought emotions back into my life. I am glad I was unemployed at that point. I did cut myself some slack and enjoy my company during that solo trip. To date, it is one of those trips where I don’t have a single picture of myself.

Himachal Pradesh Cricket Association Stadium
View on my way towards Bunker’s
First view of Bunker’s Hostel
Room view
Just for the Gram
Morgan’s Place
Gyato Monastery
Illiterati cafe

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Kashmir of South India: Munnar

There are days when you are gagged with work and there are days when you sigh relief sipping your poison. I kept postponing my travelogue for a year. Duh! How lazy! Right! Until I paid my second visit to this heavenly abode and the mountains whispered to me. The realization came alive when I witnessed one of the most beautiful mornings of my life from Chinnakanal.
Munnar is one of the best hill stations I have visited so far. Munnar is a town situated in the Idukki district of Kerala (God’s Own Country). It is often referred as “Kashmir of South India” located in the Western Ghats mountain range. There are two options to reach this beauty.
1. Buses plying from different cities such as Bangalore, and Cochin
2. Options are available for self-drive in cars and cab services from different cities of Kerala
P.S.- The roads are well-maintained for bikers to venture this hill station, driving at crazy miles per hour.
My first visit to Munnar described in a word: Mesmerizing. I was in Kerala for a wedding and planned to cover few places in the vicinity, Munnar was one of them. We (add-on bestie) landed at Kochi Airport in the evening resting for the night in one of the luxurious hotels nearby the airport. The next morning, we took a bus from Kochi to Munnar. It is a four-hour journey from Kochi to Munnar and you will find just one Private Travel operating in the region. The journey through the Ghats section drives you insane, for most of them it would be the beauty and others it could be motion sickness. We started our journey in the around 10 AM in the morning and reached to the drizzling tea gardens by the afternoon. Our hotel was located 2Km from the Munnar market. We checked in and walked to the market feeling the chills after the rain even in the month of May. We were lucky to witness the ‘Annual Flower Show’ of the region. We walked to the Heidel Park as the weather was pleasant. There are orchids of different varieties enhancing the beauty of the park. We crashed early at night as we had one day to cover most of the places in the town. Top station is one of the greatest tourist attraction of the town located on the border of two states- Kerala and Tamil Nadu. Spice gardens and tea gardens are numerous in the town to experience the aroma of India. The only thing we missed on this trip was a visit to a tea factory, due to lack of time.
After a year, I visited the tea gardens and hills again. This time the music was louder in a self-driven car with a crazier group of friends. We drove up in the hills scaling away from the hustle of the market crowd. Bethal Varkis- a heaven which was our home for the next day. We checked in quite late but the people were very friendly at the hotel guiding us for the trip. My friends had already been to the hotel earlier, which compelled us to book the same for this trip. The place gives you the feel of forest life with wooden cottages, log chairs, and swings. The night was chilling outside and warmer in the cottages. At 0545 hours, we scaled up 1.5Km to the view which left us spell-bound. None of us wanted to trek during our vacation, but we didn’t want to miss the view as described by our hotelier. We walked up to the hills to witness one of the beautiful sunrises of our lives. At the hilltop, the cold breeze kissed ‘good morning’, sun warmed the day and we cherished some moments for life. We walked down after spending some time at the top. The day began when we drove to the hills of Suryanelli towards the HML tea factory. For most of India, tea is equivalent to Marijuana. Not kidding at all. We walked to the tea factory geared up with head and mouth masks. The supervisor guided up to the different stages of tea making- cutting, tearing and curling of tea leaves out of the garden. The aroma of tea had driven the craving in us ending up in the purchase of the exuberant amount of tea. We stopped nearby after driving for half and kilometer from the HML tea factory. We walk in the open field and discovered a beautiful landscape waiting for us. The best thing about visiting Munnar is driving through the tea garden and mesmerizing terrain.
Though my trip doesn’t offer to be a guide to all, it is one of those trips which can be your impromptu getaway from your work life. The weather in Munnar is unpredictable for us, not the people in Munnar. So, you might want to carry a thermal wear for the cold romantic nights. There are jungle safaris and treks organized by various hotels and camps which is a different experience in itself. Make sure you taste some chocolates in the market. Also make sure to taste some seasonal fruits and bunny carrots on the way to the tea gardens. I bet they are the sweetest fruit you ever tasted. Most of the restaurants serve food without salt, I guess. The safest option is to hog some South-India food at Swarna Bhavan or burn a hole in your pocket by dining at Fort Munnar. However, there is never an off-season in Munnar. It is pleasant all the year round and offers you it’s best every time you reach.

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Best trip of the Year: Kerala Diaries 1

I have been pondering over for long to write up this post. But, whenever I plug in my HDD to my system I end up landing on my album named “Kerala diaries.” I have been a mess off late at work and in the life of course. I can be a crazy girl with the most insane desires or down to earth nibbling her food in silence. There are things in life that excite us, probably our friend’s wedding than our wedding announcement. I am no different in that league, yes my friend was getting married and we weren’t expecting this. It is quite unbelievable that the youngest girl in our group is getting married. (I found my loved family some three years back in Bangalore while training in Biozeen)
It was one of the best wedding announcements because the destination was Kerala. This trip was my first trip when I had the sole authority to make decisions. The planning and bookings were going insane. Every day my work schedule and my travel planning were going hand-in-hand. The second half of my office hours including reading about Kerala, making itineraries, checking hotel rooms, checking food joints and of course deciding the budget. I remember a week before this trip; I had been fighting with my best friend for her participation in the trip planning, which was resting on my shoulder. Surprisingly, we laughed out and settled things; she was my responsibility now.
So, I was beginning my trip flying from Bengaluru International Airport, oh sorry, Kempegowda International Airport to Cochin International Airport. I was up since 0400 hours in the morning and couldn’t help but doze off. Maybe in a blink, we landed at the Kochi Airport, well the flight duration from Bengaluru to Kochi is about 40 minutes. My phone was breathing finally after the flight mode. My best friend calls me to rant how bad the Kochi Airport is… I was the last one to step out of the plane, cz Indians have no patience. The humidity was driving me crazy, yet I was super excited about the trip. I moved ahead from the luggage belt towards the exit gate, and there was the lady dressed in black ready to pounce on me. The journey began for us, a vacation away from everything else. We headed to our hotel just to drop our luggage and venture the beautiful city of Kochi. Backwaters on the way towards Fort Kochi mesmerized us, that was when I stopped complaining about the humidity. Kashi Art Café: Our first pit stop in Kochi… I had always dreamt of being there, but being there with her was different. We mocked the milk and sugar syrup kettle, we smiled at the sculpture standing tall, and we clicked sweaty selfie in the humid Kochi. The night was scary at the waterfront, and we headed to our hotel. The next morning I woke up to gifts by my side. Yes, my Birthday gift from her. After a quick breakfast, we head towards the next destination. We lived like an age at the bus stop waiting for our bus. I remember the journey where we spoke about things bothering us, our break-up stories, our career goals and crap. I would have summed up my Munnar trip as freezing, breath-taking, tea garden, elephants, and hairpin loop driveway. I remember walking down the roads of Kochi, looking at the wall graffiti, running in the downpour, visiting cafes, sipping happiness by the sea-side and craziness. I still bounced back to those four days of my trip, thinking about the conversation I had with you. We had differences because of our similarities, yet I miss you and our journey together. I hope to make trips with you every year, cz my friend… “Meeting with bestie is therapy”… It gave me the power to handle shit at work, heartbreaks and traffucked city. With the year coming to an end, I announce my trip to Kochi with my love as one of the best trips ever.

 

Solo trip sucks- big time

Solo trip- A trip where yo decide to challenge yourself and live against the odds. Why is it so hyped? Has anyone ever thought about it? It’s on everyone’s bucket list today. I was also forced into this “thing”. Solo trip is the most boring thing, I have done in my life.

Here, is why a solo trip is boring AF guys. I wouldn’t suggest it to any extrovert on this earth.

  1. There is no one to talk to you, when you are having meals. In case, you like a random company that’s totally a different thing. Being a girl, most of the time you will find people staring at your awkwardly… Oh! Why is she having breakfast alone? Oh! maybe she had a fight with her boyfriend. Oh! Why is she sitting by the beach alone? Oh! maybe she is waiting for someone. That’s where you give people opportunity to judge you.
  2. Selfie is the only thing which comes to your rescue. There is no one around to take your crazy AF and candid pictures at the break of dawn or on the cliff. Well, too bad bad you aren’t comfortable posing in front of random people. Bad idea to ask strangers to click your pictures, when you pose like a monkey.
  3. It would feel like ages when you last heard your voice. Well, you would be all quite, talking mostly to the guy sitting at the reception desk or to the chai wala or the auto driver coz the journey is long. In case, you want to add new friends to your list… you can go ahead with conversations about how corporate life and traffic at Bangalore sucks. You’ll still feel lonely and miss your friends, cz they will talk about the shit going around in life. That will be the truth, quite harsh…. yet soothing cz you will have morons to drink out the poison with you.
  4. Travelling at night could be creepy, in this case definitely take an account of your safety… all women travelers out there. You would want to walk by to the favorite sea-shore restaurant, but you return from half way cz the eyes strip you naked on the streets. You walk back to your hotel hungry and crib over the worst dinner your hotel offered you. So, a big no no to solo night ventures.
  5. You can’t go around partying in a pub, cz you would be inviting a lot more than trouble in your life. Just cz you are drinking out alone would make you easily approachable. Yes, the society dancing shoulder to shoulder won’t judge you every passing second. Nor that you should care about those stranger eyes, neither you should stop partying. One thing you should care about traveling solo is your safe where you are, whether dancing out drunk or sitting by the sea listening to the roaring sea.

Solo trip isn’t all that boring for most of us. You need the correct ingredients to spice up your solo trip. So, here’s the list of items a must carry for your solo.

  1. Music player
  2. Books and journals, if you are a reader
  3. Camera, yes yes yes! A must
  4. Well chalked plan
  5. Power bank, you don’t invite trouble with a dead phone

Your first solo trip would be a memory forever, so frame it well… You’ll learn a lot from it. Happy Travelling! 🙂