Critique
We are all travelers

We are all travelers

The soft sound of a pin dropping on a rug. Even the whimper of thoughts as I gently scratch my head as I think. Or the thunderous buildup of musical notes as someone unknown somewhere strange walks in or rushes out or does whatever has to be done. There are no rules of any of...
Getting under the skin of tourism

Getting under the skin of tourism

We travel to see ‘beauty of souls in new landscapes’ as Lailah Gifty Akita said, and there are many who believe that tourism is what the world needs most. Wayne Chirisa feels that visiting new places ‘unveils new dimensions of this world not known to the naked eye’ and Leslie Jamison wrote in an essay...
Seen them all, he said. Really, I asked?

Seen them all, he said. Really, I asked?

Between seeing and seeing again lies an entire universe of change. Changes happen faster than one blinks an eye. What this means is that one visit is never going to be enough. Not ten. Not even a hundred visits. There will always be some new addition or some perceptive insight that wasn’t there in past...
Holy cow! Why in the world will we want to move away from traditions?

Holy cow! Why in the world will we want to move away from traditions?

Jarping. Songkran. Ruzzola. Namaste. This post is about understanding traditions and why need a contemporary make-over.
How a BBA in Tourism and Hospitality Management opens new career options

How a BBA in Tourism and Hospitality Management opens new career options

Every career begins with passion. This is true of travel and tourism as well. The pages of newspapers, programs on the television, articles posted on blogs, and the thousands of updates on the social media are enough to tell us that travel is no longer limited to a few. However, not every person who travels...
Travel without hurry to discover life

Travel without hurry to discover life

Travel without hurry to discover life. #Indispire #Indiblogger
Tourism is a deadly sin

Tourism is a deadly sin

It was four in the morning and we were slowly making our way through the dark lobby of our hotel to go outside. There were two dark figures, probably the night-shift receptionist and another person presumably to attend calls to housekeeping, snoring without a care on the sofa there. As we stepped out and breathed...
Social media influencers and conservation

Social media influencers and conservation

Conservation and fundoo tourists do not really go together. This is because the forests and the wildlife there, including the tiger, can do without their habitat getting overwhelmed by ecstatic shouts, irreverent whistles, and camera flashes that are anyway not doing much except creating layers of disgust in the heart of nature. Forests are places...
The wrong sort of traveler

The wrong sort of traveler

A few years back we were trying to fall in love with the treacherous landscape of Spiti and had our bookings in home-stays in the villages around Kaza. Places like Dhankar, Tabo, Hikkim, Demul, Kibber, Langza, and Komik are well about 4000 metres, the air is rarefied and breathing isn’t easy, and the houses are...
Nothing ever disappears

Nothing ever disappears

The funny thing is that we humans believe that everything that is born will eventually die. But nothing dies. Nothing disappears forever. Moments of disorientation, sadness, anger, discontent, ill-will, hatred, live on just as moments of love, harmony, contentment, camaraderie, and togetherness do. They do not come and stay forever but also do not suddenly...
Entering the unexpected

Entering the unexpected

‘What on earth is a blind list?’ I asked myself some time back… and hopped from one explanation to another and soon enough realized that the moment I mention a destination (imaginary or otherwise) and make it a part of a document or make a subliminal decision to go somewhere or discuss with friends about...
Our yellow-infused blind travel date

Our yellow-infused blind travel date

‘I think I’ll pack this yellow khadi suit,’ said Specky, my wife, ‘will be absolutely cool and go well with the blue skies in Goa.’ I smiled because this was the fifth yellow to go into her bag after yellow silk jootis, yellow cotton cap, her notebook with a textured yellow cover, and a pen...