Here’s the deal… India is not a land of snake charmers. I have been living in India for the past 25 years (all my frickin’ life) and have seen exactly two snake charmers.
We are not all cab drivers or customer support or software engineers. Also, there is no language called “Indian”.
There is a growing resentment among Indians about the way India is portrayed in hollywood movies and about how the rest of the world perceives them. Continue reading “Sorry hollywood, but this is the real India. #rant”
When I heard that my good friend is getting married in Jaipur I was happy for him and selfishly, for me. I’ve always wanted to visit Jaipur. I had heard so much about it. I quickly started making plans with my five member gang of friends. “Wolf pack” we had named our group on whatsapp. Nope. Half of them were unavailable and the other half… those lazy bastards refused to move their butts. It’s too far away man, they said. So, reluctantly I decided to be the lone wolf. Continue reading “Riding solo in Jaipur”
I am scared of big cities. I grew up in a small town, nearly a hundred miles away from the nearest city. My town does not have thousands of streets. It had few dozens. As a kid, I had covered each one of them on my bicycle. I live in a city now, but have never explored it. My place of work is only a couple of miles away that I can reach in ten minutes on my motorcycle.
Urbanphobia as this blogger puts it, is a strange phenomenon. I think it’s more about the fear of unknown than the fear of a big city; just like acrophobia is more about is more about fear of dying than the fear of heights. Continue reading “A weekend getaway to Mumbai – my first solo travel”