Stories of an Indian Backpacker – Travel and Food
Delhi holds this special part of this festival in the lanes of Chittaranjan Park. The Bengali community in Malviya Nagar, Safdarjang Enclave and Pashchim Vihar also celebrate Pujo in their respective areas with the same grandeur and enthusiasm.
Mumbai, as a city is, has a lot to offer but once in a while, everyone needs to break their routine and explore the sheer beauty that exists in the surroundings of this city.
My first-hand experience of feeling discriminated by a fellow Indian was when I was at a posh restaurant in Colaba. The patron kept us waiting outside, telling us that the seats are not available while they let a group of white-skinned customers enter inside even though they had come after us.
सं 1964 तक धनुषकोडी एक फलता फूलता मछुआरों का गांव हुआ करता था| 1964 में आए एक तूफान ने इस गांव को उजाड़ दिया और साथ में इस गांव को रामेश्वरम से जोड़ने वाला रेलवे ट्रैक, ट्रैन और उसके डब्बे तक उड़ा कर ले गई|
I had the taste of my first bungee jump at Jumpin Heights, Rishikesh. They are the pioneers of bungee jumping in India and has a fully equipped team of experts from Australia and New Zealand.
During my childhood, my parents used to take me from pandal to pandal. Durga Puja was a nine days of celebration with an extravaganza of food and fun. Now, like million of people from my state, I spend Durga Puja away from home and have to satisfy my soul with the pictures share by friends and family living there.
One of the worst parts of being a solo traveler and a blogger is that I have to carry my laptop wherever I go. I have to take an extra care for my laptop bag, keeping the heavy load constantly in an upside down position making sure I accidentally don’t bump it against something or another damaging it.
Kashmir Gali is a small alley adjoining Leh Market. The Ladakhi name for this lane is a little complicated like most of the Ladakhi names. During my time in Leh, while I was researching on Snow Leopards and their behavior, this road used to serve as a shortcut between Chubi and the main Leh Market.
Visiting the Wagah Border was like a dream come true because I was this close to Pakistan with only a thin imaginary line dividing us apart. A line that separated a landmass into two calling it two different countries with people of similar complexion and almost similar lifestyle that you are not supposed to visit.
