So I digress from Penang today. Oh America. I get it now, what divided means. The America I love isn't the America I thought it was at all. There is another world within it, hidden and lethal, which rose its head in a red bloodbath yesterday. It devoured a few things in its wake, and… Continue reading The American Dream
I've loved words for a long time now. I love to toss them around, play with them, rearrange them, tuck them away in places where no one can find them, and then sometimes, wipe them all away. I don't claim to be good at it by any stretch of imagination, but it's what keeps me… Continue reading Language, Lah?!
Pulau Pinang The island of the areca-nut My nomadic heart is dancing a little jig. It is time to move again! Exactly ten years after flying the nest to a whole new country, unknown shores beckon again. It is time to cross a country border yet another time, figure things out from scratch, make new… Continue reading Pune To Penang!
(Warning: kinda-travelly-thoughts-kinda-not!) Two years since buckling into the Motherland. But I still feel like I have one leg here and another there - straddling two different continents, two different lives, two different me-s. What is the best way to settle into a new place, I asked myself, knowing that I'd miss some stuff even while… Continue reading Two Years And The Travails Of A Nomadic Heart
I've never been a history buff. Ever. But there is a certain vector of travel that merrily explores just that - the whys, whens and hows of events and their by-products that molded what we see and experience today. My favourite guidebook author - Rick Steves - is a proponent of this vector and I… Continue reading Home and History
2nd May, Pune It's a year since I arrived at the third place I call home, which was also the first, with the usual stock of excitement and apprehension that accompanies a big location move. However, repatriation's trepidation was drowned in the anticipation that accompanies the sound of anyplace new for a nomadic heart. So… Continue reading A Nomadic Native’s Narrative
"Dance like nobody is watching, Portland", I said, as I bid goodbye a year ago. I've tried to follow my own advice through a riot of a year, and I'm going to mark this occasion with the first thing I think of when someone says "Portland, OR". And the other things I warmly think of… Continue reading One Year Since Portlandia
Happy Birthday Blog! So what do I want to fill this page with in its second year?!! I'm hoping it will be with stories from strange crannies in India that I wish to poke around. For those who have been with me this last year and those who hopped on board in between, thank you… Continue reading Look Who’s One!
"Time flies when you're having fun!" Goodbye, 2014 - what a rocker you've been! This last year feels like a thousand locations rolled into one as I moved from one continent to another via a third, and that's the headiest kind of year that I could ever have asked for. I took it apart in… Continue reading Hello, 2015
A month into starting work in my home country, I realize that one of the travel grouses that I've dissed for the longest time indeed has a ton of truth to it, and can make or break a destination. I stand humbled, corrected, and very aware to it the next time around. Language. For years,… Continue reading Language, A Whole Different Story