tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39470329895168332782024-02-19T13:05:23.026+05:30Being FootloosishA diary of my favourite life experiences that have made me richer with each passing day.Amrita G Haldipurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05527435356049474108noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947032989516833278.post-19989200314305355002013-11-09T09:19:00.001+05:302013-11-09T09:19:56.674+05:30A Bombay girl who loves Delhi<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You are allowed to frown. Because I have got used to it.<br />
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"Delhi? Why? Who moves from Bombay to Delhi? Are you insane? No girl can like Delhi because its so unsafe, think about your decision. You are sure to hate it once you move there."<br />
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Reactions from well-wishers back home.<br />
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"A Bombay girl choosing to move to Delhi? Really? That's rare? I'm sure you may not be liking it as much. Delhi has a lot of issues which don't exist in Bombay."<br />
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My introductions here are incomplete without the above reactions.<br />
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Thank you for the concerns but if you just pause for a moment, which city in India doesn't have issues? There is not a single town in this country that has given a safety assurance ever - tourism boards will never be able to take that pitch for a campaign in this country.<br />
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For me, it is not about a Bombay (yes, I am a true blue Bombay girl who shall never address it in any other way except official communication at work maybe) or a Delhi. <br />
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It is about the way we think. I have met so many people who have never been to a city like this and already have strong opinions - "Delhi is such a sick place. I'm never gonna visit that place. It is so unsafe for women."All thanks to their exposure to news channels & friends who have nothing better to tell them.<br />
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It's time to open our minds to attract a new outlook towards the way we perceive everything around us. We have become SO TYPICAL. Scared of taking risks. Enjoying a world in the safety net even if we are dying each day inside that feeling trapped. To be spotted in the hippest of places to prove how cool we are even if we have no interest in what's going on there.<br />
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It's time to listen to our gut more than the people around us. It's time to make new mistakes. It's time to live a new life that is waiting to tell you "how wrong you were about some of your preconceived notions."<br />
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And as far as Delhi is concerned, it's time to scratch the surface a little more to find that jackpot of an experience that Bombay alone may not have managed for me.<br />
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AND, MOST IMPORTANTLY, Delhi has winters. Come visit me soon :)<br />
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Amrita G Haldipurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05527435356049474108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947032989516833278.post-26680251662772449862012-08-29T12:13:00.001+05:302012-08-29T12:14:07.647+05:30My Idol. My Grandfather<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This is a little story that I have been wanting to share since a long time now. It’s special, very close to my heart, something that makes my heart swell with pride and brings the widest smile. And the hero of this story is My Idol. My Grandfather.<br />
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His name was Bhalchandra Ambadas Haldipur. We all fondly called him Daddy.<br />
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The ONLY person I have ever been scared of. And that fear came from the immense respect I had for him, for the school of discipline he belonged to. I was all of 10 when Daddy passed away in 1992 but the memories that he has left behind as a result of his deep-rooted values and beliefs, charming personality, the aura he created when he was with his family and friends, his tongue-in-cheek humour in the most difficult times, his last words to me - are all nuggets that help me move on and lead a life in all its fullness.<br />
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This is why he is special -<br />
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He joined the Bombay City Police in 1939 as Sub-inspector and retired in 1975 as the Deputy Commissioner of the Anti-Corruption Bureau (ACB).<br />
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Thoroughly “clean” and incorruptible, he was known for his tireless and thorough investigations, and fearless drive against crime during his hectic career spanning 36 years in the Police Force. Whether working in the Crime Branch or Anti-Corruption Bureau (ACB), he remained a courageous, fearless crime-fighter who led his men from the front.<br />
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He was forced to leave his studies midway and join the Police Force. But he went on to become a successful Police Officer of his time and won accolades for his achievements when he was awarded the President’s Police Medal in 1956 and the President’s Police & Fire Service Medal in 1975.<br />
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My grandmom has always had interesting tales to tell us about the way he worked and one of my favourite anecdotes is the way he nabbed two of Mahatma Gandhi’s killers – Narayan Apte and Vishnu Karkare in 1948. What set him apart in his investigation procedures was a set of sketches he drew during his chase and trial of the killers.<br />
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Sifting through the album containing yellowish sheets of these sketches, my grandmom would go on to say, “Daddy was part of the special cell to trace Gandhiji’s assassins. A team set out to scour the country for the absconders soon after January 30th, 1948. And he was asked to track Apte and Karkare, two of the co-conspirators of Nathuram Godse in the assassination. He was posted in the Red Fort, Delhi during the entire trial period. He drew images of whoever he met – be it the then DSP of Delhi , a sub-inspector at Gwalior, a Pune tailor or an IAF official, for record. During the chase, for weeks he did not come home, and we didn’t know where he was. (You’ll are lucky to live in the day and age of mobile phones. I wish I had some such help to avoid the sleepless nights wondering where he is and how is he.) He survived on raw eggs and followed the two from Gwalior to Ahmednagar (their hometown). During the days, he would go hunting for both, with guns and during the nights, he sketched those he met or interrogated, with pencils. The day Apte and Karkare checked into Pyrkes Apollo Hospital near Regal Cinema in South Mumbai under assumed names, Daddy finally nabbed them after waiting there for them for seven hours.”<br />
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Besides this, he was a key official in the Justice Kapur Commission set up by the Govt. Of India to investigate into various events leading to the assassination of Mahatma Gandhi.<br />
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During the completion of 150 years of Mumbai Police Commissionerate, he was declared as one of the most important Police Officers from the Mumbai Police division to have significantly contributed to the country in the immediate post-independence era.<br />
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And this wasn’t it. There was more to him.<br />
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A body builder. A Pole Vault Gold medalist at the National Olympics in 1940. A multi-linguist (he had passed three examinations in Urdu while in service). Started the Annual Ganesh Chathurthi festival at Santacruz Police Station. One of the founder members of the Senior Citizens’ Club of Bombay. A music and instrument buff. A sincere friend. A loving husband, father and grandfather. And beyond all, a selfless and modest man.<br />
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He never discussed his work at home or spoke about his achievements and never let anyone promote him either. All he said was, “I am working for the public and not for publicity.”<br />
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He is the real cool dude who won hearts at work and in life for his discipline at a time when there was no media, no PROs, no unnecessary tamaasha.<br />
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If I had a time machine, I would have had only one wish – more time with Daddy but I’m glad I have no such privilege because he would have only been disheartened to live and watch the country go to dogs today as far as corruption and discipline are concerned.<br />
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For now, all I have to say is Happy 95th Birthday Daddy.<br />
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We miss you!<br />
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Amrita G Haldipurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05527435356049474108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947032989516833278.post-43003358700773005662011-10-19T22:26:00.000+05:302011-10-19T22:26:28.943+05:30just little things that i love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">thoughtful gestures; smiling faces; late night coffee & conversations; midnight chai at carter's; the sight of the highway, early in the morning; nip in the air; when beer makes people bond; when the door bell rings and I see friends who have made a surprise visit; the first sip of my morning tea; underneath an open night sky, the sound of waves at a shore; walking with my music and coffee giving me company; waking up early to reach the airport; long train journeys; when I'm untraceable while travelling; spacious green parks; the aroma of coffee; nutella crepes; an english breakfast; going through old photographs, looking at our silly, ugly dark ages and laughing howlariously; when a smile makes people bond; when crazy, stupid ideas make people bond; when awkward moments make people bond; mom's food; dad's reaction while watching india lose a cricket match; mom & dad discussing a saas-bahu show over their phone conversations; brother tuning/ playing his instruments that remind me of the weekend having begun; the me-time with casper;singing with rajiv & nameeta on our drives together; digging out lyrics to match the mood of the day; everyday making people laugh through silly bbm jokes;thinking of more things to add to this list and so on :)<br />
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its very easy to make a list of things we hate. when was the last time, you made a list of things you love which make each day worth living?</div>Amrita G Haldipurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05527435356049474108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947032989516833278.post-17255085016304936482011-07-29T16:34:00.000+05:302011-07-29T16:38:50.397+05:30To me or not to me!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div closure_uid_ig1ohz="133">We all love reading words of inspiration. And then there are deep, awe-invoking, insightful thoughts that add a certain extra zing that make it worth sharing. Like these few words of sunshine written by a friend which I just discovered:</div><div closure_uid_ig1ohz="133"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_ig1ohz="132"><strong>Respect... Persevere... Think...</strong></div><div closure_uid_q2wbzz="111"><strong></strong></div><strong>Opine... Don't Impose...</strong><br />
<div closure_uid_q2wbzz="113"><strong>Ideate... Let others too...</strong></div><div closure_uid_q2wbzz="114"><strong>Perceive... Don't judge...</strong></div><div closure_uid_q2wbzz="115"><strong>Sift... Don't need everyone...</strong></div><div closure_uid_q2wbzz="116"><strong>Look behind... Learn...</strong></div><div closure_uid_q2wbzz="117"><strong>Look ahead... Venture...</strong></div><div closure_uid_q2wbzz="118"><strong>Fail...</strong></div><div closure_uid_q2wbzz="119"><strong>Fail again...</strong></div><div closure_uid_q2wbzz="120"><strong>Fail better... Learn...</strong></div><div closure_uid_q2wbzz="121"><strong>Succeed...</strong></div><div closure_uid_q2wbzz="122"><strong>Kill... Weed out...</strong></div><div closure_uid_q2wbzz="123"><strong>Fly... But stay rooted...</strong></div><div closure_uid_q2wbzz="133"><strong>It's a new journey all the time...</strong></div><div closure_uid_q2wbzz="134"><strong>Don't forget where you first came from...</strong></div><div closure_uid_q2wbzz="135"><strong>Lead... Follow... Guide... Step back...</strong></div><div closure_uid_q2wbzz="136"><strong>You aren't ever entirely right...</strong></div><div closure_uid_q2wbzz="137"><strong>Nobody's ever entirely wrong...</strong></div><div closure_uid_q2wbzz="138"><strong>You are not as good as some... You are better than most...</strong></div><div closure_uid_q2wbzz="139"><strong>Be the bigger man...</strong></div><div closure_uid_q2wbzz="140"><strong>Forgive... Don't forget...</strong></div><div closure_uid_q2wbzz="141"><strong>You can't repay everyone... For everything they give you...</strong></div><strong closure_uid_q2wbzz="142">Don't try too hard to...</strong><br />
<strong closure_uid_q2wbzz="143">Learn to be inferior... Will help you be superior...</strong><br />
<strong closure_uid_q2wbzz="144">Look eye to eye to all...</strong><br />
<strong closure_uid_q2wbzz="145">Don't look down upon yourself or anyone else...</strong><br />
<strong closure_uid_q2wbzz="146">Look up... To learn... To dream... To sunshine...</strong><br />
<strong>Laugh... Don't hesitate or hold back...</strong><br />
<strong closure_uid_q2wbzz="147">Cry... Don't hesitate or hold back...</strong><br />
<strong closure_uid_q2wbzz="148">Your pain is singly yours...</strong><br />
<strong closure_uid_q2wbzz="149">Learn to deal with it...</strong><br />
<strong closure_uid_q2wbzz="150">Love people that love you unconditionally... Learn...</strong><br />
<strong closure_uid_q2wbzz="151">Love always leaves you with something...</strong><br />
<strong closure_uid_q2wbzz="152">Don't invest...</strong><br />
<strong closure_uid_q2wbzz="153">Effort, time, money or yourself into quarters that yield not</strong><br />
<strong>You are loved... You are hated...</strong><br />
<strong closure_uid_q2wbzz="154">Don't try to change the world view... You can't...</strong><br />
<strong closure_uid_q2wbzz="155">Just be... Do what you have to...</strong><br />
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</strong></div><strong closure_uid_q2wbzz="156">Hold your head high... You are bloody good!</strong><br />
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</div><div closure_uid_ig1ohz="134">- Sagnik Mukherjee</div></div>Amrita G Haldipurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05527435356049474108noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947032989516833278.post-65190895557472803052011-05-28T13:03:00.000+05:302011-05-28T13:19:56.071+05:30Cycling Silk anyone?Remember <a href="http://www.kateharris.ca/">Kate Harris</a>?<br /><br />A while ago I had written about this super-awesome-lady that I had the good fortune of meeting some months ago.<br /><br />And why do I idolise her? For her fortitude, strong grip over her independence, her sense of perspective and above all, her humility - all that were put to test when she started her misiion to cycle along the Silk Route.<br /><br />When I met her, she had only completed one stretch of the Route. And now she along with her friend is in the midst of the year-long Cycling Silk expedition across Istanbul, Afghanistan and the dotted line finishing in the northern parts of India. I am following her expedition closely and hope to meet her when she is in India by the year end.<br /><br />And I know that many friends who enjoy cycling would also love to know more about her.<br /><br />So here you go - <a href="http://www.cyclingsilk.com/blog/">Cycling Silk</a>.<br /><br />Have fun :)Amrita G Haldipurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05527435356049474108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947032989516833278.post-63323168404441602242011-02-27T14:43:00.000+05:302011-02-27T17:00:58.629+05:30Faith MarketAn interesting observation from my recent Rajasthan trip has been playing on my mind.<br /><br />This trip to Ajmer and Pushkar was more of a spiritual sojourn for me than wanting to just see some popular tourist attractions. Some friends and umpteen blogs had given me enough dope on the do's and don'ts while taking this trip, especially while visiting the Ajmer-e-Sharif Dargah of Khwaja Moinuddin Chisti. Since the initial plan was to travel all by myself, I just wanted to be a bit more careful, so my research I thought had prepared me well.<br /><br />Only on reaching Ajmer and while walking on the main street leading to the Dargah, I witnessed something that I wasn't prepared for that took me by a very pleasant surprise. Selfless help.<br /><br />(But all the while, my mind kept wandering about how people seem very helpful in some of these touristy places and then at the end, quote their fees while parting ways. This mindset stopped me from depending on what these shopkeepers were sharing with us including their stories of the Dargah. In a loop, I kept telling myself ''I don't need any help. I have done my research well and I can manage on my own.")<br /><br />So we finally entered the Dargah premises and one after the other, there were these young boys showing us around the significant spots and leading us to the main shrine. We discouraged them and thought they were guides looking at earning some quick bucks. Not realising that they were all a part of some kind of a relay race in taking visitors to the shrine and then just vanished in the huge crowd after someone else took over their job. This didnt end here. Inside the shrine, someone who I thought was a qazi was actually a volunteer who guided us to another destination within the premises for donations, waited till we finished, helped us solve our curiosity about the Dargah's history and again, just disappeared.<br /><br />On our way back, the shopkeepers from whom we had bought the flowers still charged us only Rs 15 and with a warm smile parted ways by saying "Hope your prayers get answered."<br /><br />Cut 2 - We reach Pushkar in half an hour and head to the Pushkar lake and offer our prayers through a small puja. Now comes the next surprise -<br />Priest - "How much would you like to offer?"<br />Me -''Rs 100."<br />Priest (with a surprised look) -"100? We have donations of three kinds ranging from Rs 1100 to Rs 5000. Aap Shraddha se jo dena chahein, woh aapki marzi".<br />So I quickly retorted, "100 rupay mein bhi bahut shraddha hai" and<br />Priest quickly replies "Lekin yeh bahut kam hai."<br /><br />However, I still managed to offer what I wanted to and left.<br /><br />Two distinct situations are just a few kilometeres away from each other. If only faith wasn't so marketable.Amrita G Haldipurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05527435356049474108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947032989516833278.post-28559637888565869142011-01-10T01:13:00.000+05:302011-01-10T03:33:54.250+05:30A rollercoaster 2010!2010 was a crazy year.<br /><br />And amongst many other things, what made this craziness more memorable and worth every penny, time and effort spent, was when I discovered my love for adventure sports like never before. Whether jumping off a cliff, trekking through the Himalayas, rafting in the Ganges, from cycling in the bylanes of my Bandra to enjoying a cycling expedition in the wee hours of a wintery Delhi morning over a stretch of over 50 kms, to keeping quiet for 10 days and discovering an interesting new side of life at a Vipassana course (yes-this is no less than an adventure), I couldn't have added more adrenaline rush to the year.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs8tMgb6ku2GDy-l8XBXeUgMdqWG5ngWS9mhz_U4kn9Q52CaOeMilknvbf3HN0rDsd-El83ZWL1Gf0oTz4lwvUKZhteB0AQmAvah71BEDuDUzzZqHLjgbK2Tfq7ueilAcmbPzTAFKGRPo6/s1600/PC100622.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs8tMgb6ku2GDy-l8XBXeUgMdqWG5ngWS9mhz_U4kn9Q52CaOeMilknvbf3HN0rDsd-El83ZWL1Gf0oTz4lwvUKZhteB0AQmAvah71BEDuDUzzZqHLjgbK2Tfq7ueilAcmbPzTAFKGRPo6/s400/PC100622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560292318941285394" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">At the Valley of Flowers</span><br /></div><br />Call it the love for testing my endurance level or fighting challenges, adventure sports shall for sure be my favourite lover for this decade. When jumping off a plane flying 15,000 feet high is a constant dream, this life makes complete sense.<br /><br />And while weaving such adventurous dreams, when you meet like-minded enthusiasts, life seems on the right track. A dear friend dragged me along for a workshop organised by the Himalayan Club (started by world-renowned Himalayan trekker Harish Kapadia) promising me an interesting Sunday. Thank God that I didn't let my laziness precede over my decision of subjecting myself to a breathtaking experience. The reason was Kate Harris. A nomad who lives only to travel across the 'borderless world' (as she puts it). A rebel to those who imagine money to be the most important facet of travelling, she turned the tables around by adopting the most economical and eco-friendly mode of transport - 'cycling' to travel. A path not new but still, chosen only by the daredevils.<br /><br />A young girl who learnt cycling in 2006, went ahead to follow her heart and cycled across the Silk Route fighting treachorous weather conditions, rough terrains besides setting a joyful ride in to a 'life-transforming' example for many. Like me. And to interact with this humble soul was a cherry on the cake. Even if I achieve half of her energy and determination, it shall mean - asking for a trip to the space in this lifetime. That's the effect Kate has had on me ever since I have met her. Nothing seems impossible!<br /><br />I wish I meet a <a href="http://www.kateharris.ca/">Kate Harris</a> each year -<br /><br /><em>Afoot and light-hearted, I take to the open road,<br />Healthy, free, the world before me,<br />The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.<br />Henceforth I ask not good-fortune—I myself am good fortune;<br />Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,<br />Strong and content, I travel the open road.</em> <p><em>Allons! the road is before us!</em></p> <p style="text-align: left;"><em>It is safe—I have tried it—my own feet have tried it well.<br />Allons! be not detain’d!<br />Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten, and the book on the shelf unopen’d!<br />Let the tools remain in the workshop! let the money remain unearn’d!<br />Let the school stand! mind not the cry of the teacher!</em></p> <p style="text-align: left;"><em>-Walt Whitman,</em> <em>Song of the Open Road</em></p><br />Paragliding, Bungee Jumping, Skydiving, Scuba diving (and swimming before that), Cycling expedition to the Sahyadris, Sailing, Trekking to the Everest Base Camp - these are just a few dreams to conquer in this lifetime. Hope I make it!<br /><a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf("ubtn-disabled") == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"><div class="cssButtonOuter"><div class="cssButtonMiddle"><div class="cssButtonInner"><br /></div></div></div></a><br /><a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf("ubtn-disabled") == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"><div class="cssButtonOuter"><div class="cssButtonMiddle"><div class="cssButtonInner"><br /></div></div></div></a>Amrita G Haldipurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05527435356049474108noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947032989516833278.post-17362158874005601742010-11-05T03:37:00.000+05:302011-02-26T11:27:30.023+05:30My next stop - Tranquebar!<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><span style="line-height: 120%;">Many times, the very sound of some places intrigue you even before you have experienced them. And one name which has been on my mind for over two years now is this little serene village called Tranquebar, near Pondicherry.</span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 120%; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Not sure what is it - the name, the culture, the history - but there is a mystic charm about this place in my mind ever since I heard/ read about it. And I am hoping to plan this trip real soon.<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 120%; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Here's my small introduction to Tranquebar based on the facts I have found and recommendations from friends who have been there. Hope it comes handy to anyone planning a trip that side -<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 120%; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_1RtJNW8Nfn9ZqP0Tb8k1B_dmZypn3bOdXFbQlGzq3KRzneLpkPBZM6OMc8mJNbBdExzL7xj1rSUzsHrrtPqw3wJ1s6xODYlbVPxAxKw8I1M3yfnCQMrx65s6pwGGJSQRqAyzRzrkWzIW/s1600/tranquebar1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_1RtJNW8Nfn9ZqP0Tb8k1B_dmZypn3bOdXFbQlGzq3KRzneLpkPBZM6OMc8mJNbBdExzL7xj1rSUzsHrrtPqw3wJ1s6xODYlbVPxAxKw8I1M3yfnCQMrx65s6pwGGJSQRqAyzRzrkWzIW/s320/tranquebar1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535824591343980306" border="0" /></a></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 120%; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 120%;">Tranquebar (or Tharangambadi in Tamil),<span style=""> </span>located in Nagapattinam district, about 100 km south of Pondicherry, is a serene village on the Coromandel Coast of India popularly recognised for the centuries-old cultural concoction that it so powerfully exudes – the traditional Tamil architecture entwined with elaborate medieval European designs and sensibility.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -2.3pt; line-height: 120%; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 120%;">A Historical Kaleidoscope at the Seashore</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -2.3pt; line-height: 120%; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 120%;">A one of its kind of a Danish colony in India that was later taken over by the British, you know you are at Tranquebar when you witness a heavenly beach with magnificent specimens of Danish architecture adorning the shore including a church where the first Bible was printed in Tamil language, the 400 year old Fort Dansborg, an ancient Hindu temple and the remains of a printing press where the first book in English was printed in Asia.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -2.3pt; line-height: 120%; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 120%;">If you are a beach bum and want to relax in a tranquil environment laden with an interesting history, Tranquebar – “the land of the singing waves” is an exotic holiday worth considering. A highly prosperous and one of the most actively popular trading posts of the Danish in the early 17th century, the charm of this little hamlet around the sea shore offers a beautiful mix of languages, cultures, races and religions that is carrying on in its relaxed, unhurried manner.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 120%; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 120%;">An Architectural Wonderland at Coromandel</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 120%; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 120%;">To enjoy the quintessential allure of Tranquebar, you can either walk around or consider a pedal biking option to traverse through the historical remains spread across the town. Pedal bikes are easily available on rent, it seems.<br /></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -2.3pt; line-height: 120%; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 120%;">Sight-seeing options are plenty but a great way to begin would be to take a leisurely walk on King’s street - the main street of Tranquebar. You will find a memorial at the spot where the Danes landed first in 1620, from where you can see part of the ramparts that were built around the Town Gate of Tranquebar.<br /></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 120%; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 120%;">A little further and you can enjoy the combination of colonial and Indian architectural facets adorning the series of churches on the street that include – The Zion Church (the oldest protestant Church in India), The New Jerusalem Church set up by Bartholomaeus Ziegenbalg - the first protestant missionary from Denmark whose most prominent work was his translation of The New Testament into Tamil in 1715. The Ziegenbalg Museum Complex marks the very first printing press in India at Tranquebar - the Tamil Bible printed here was incidentally the very first publication in India.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 120%; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 120%;">You can wander around the grand bungalows of the Danish Governors' and the British Collector's residence and head towards the Masilamani Nathar Temple on the beach dating back to the Pandian era, before settling down at Fort Dansborg which is considered to be one of the most strikingly beautiful structures at Tranquebar and the only surviving imperial fort on the Coromandel Coast. The 400-year old, two storeyed -fort’s archeological museum has an interesting Danish saga to tell which apparently has also been an inspiration for Shakespeare’s Hamlet.<br /></span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 120%; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 120%;">And finally comes the most gorgeous part - the Tranquebar beach, considered to be one of the best at this scenic coastal stretch across the Bay of Bengal. To take a break from your fast paced city life, here is another fantastic experience that you shouldn’t miss for anything - watch the waves, sit on the ramparts of the fort and thank God that there are no hordes of tourists and diesel spewing buses, clogging the little lanes and the shore.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 120%; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 120%;">You can finally end your day with a beer at The Bungalow on the Beach at King’s Street, one of the most plush hotels emanating the mystic old world charm of the British Collector’s house. While Neemrana group offers luxury accommodation through this hotel along with The Gate House and The Nayak House, budget travellers need not worry since the Tamil Nadu House has affordably priced-accommodation. While there are small, local restaurants serving meals, The Bungalow on the Beach is the only one to offer a dining option amongst the hotels based here.</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 120%; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 120%;">A recent development</span></span></p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 120%; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="line-height: 120%;">There is a stark revelation these days which is apparent in this quaint fishy village which used to be the hub for Danish dignitaries, Muslim traders, German theologians, Moravian entrepreneurs, and sea merchants from all corners of the globe during the pre-British Raj days. The glorious architecture which was so synonymous with the local flavour of Tranquebar was washed down by the 2004 Tsunami. Currently, all the damaged-historical monuments are being restored. You could also visit the Arts and Craft Centre which is being developed for presenting the traditional arts and crafts of this region. </span></span></p>Amrita G Haldipurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05527435356049474108noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947032989516833278.post-64827652709052538032010-11-04T23:58:00.000+05:302010-11-05T05:50:40.291+05:30Kerala calling!<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Kerala is called God's Own Country. </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Is there any truth in this metaphor or has it only been a well-sold promotional campaign - is what I always wondered, considering mountains (read - especially Himalayas) is where I thought they preferred living in. Atleast that's what I understood from the myriad Indian mythological tales that I loved reading as a kid.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I used to see pictures, videos, people talking about their experiences of Kerala and to add more drama to the images that used to constantly conjure up in my imagination, there were snapshots of the backwaters shown in songs like 'Jiya Jale' from Dil Se. Cant help it - have always been a little filmy, if not much ;) </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I knew my chance will come soon as well but had never imagined that a friend's hen party will take me to Kerala for the first time. And to say the least, WHAT A TRIP!!!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1FzeZkiCtn1GMEaA9SUWyNNZvrATfxknY3A443L9r-V9R9wMKTbScqfBnH9Omg_0pnYrxIZj5U2qesgH7leZ9o0o8PGOCUax-1RfTmOTx4lBuGXaTyg6TFWQ7zxNMpifiPIvFn099gW3j/s1600/P2150251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1FzeZkiCtn1GMEaA9SUWyNNZvrATfxknY3A443L9r-V9R9wMKTbScqfBnH9Omg_0pnYrxIZj5U2qesgH7leZ9o0o8PGOCUax-1RfTmOTx4lBuGXaTyg6TFWQ7zxNMpifiPIvFn099gW3j/s320/P2150251.JPG" border="0" height="240" width="320" /></a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">A tropical land gifted with nature’s bounty that makes living a dream by offering the vast amount of spectacular landscapes; a food paradise (especially for non-vegetarians like me); lush green and bright blue colours; quaint and exotic </span><span style="font-size:100%;">cluster of small islands on the Vembanad backwaters replete with meandering lagoons, coconut trees, endless rows of paddy fields lining the horizon</span><span style="font-size:100%;">s; cruising along the backwaters watching the sunset, umpteen rejuvenation therapies to choose from - these are just a few of my best memories from my trip to Kumarakom - the backwater hub of India - my first in Kerala, of course. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Wxk1MkECPqQ8FhPA0qNFVkCUNzhke6CfYwE7UBu4JCe3_heJSLQEwtO4h8n5dZ6D-OXyO9fEQd0mWDvj5EKs0itWqideZfjSv1kT8ErKPPMVoWnq2Uamg2TRl6DuIqJ1RzszaoSE61nm/s1600/P2150271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Wxk1MkECPqQ8FhPA0qNFVkCUNzhke6CfYwE7UBu4JCe3_heJSLQEwtO4h8n5dZ6D-OXyO9fEQd0mWDvj5EKs0itWqideZfjSv1kT8ErKPPMVoWnq2Uamg2TRl6DuIqJ1RzszaoSE61nm/s320/P2150271.JPG" border="0" height="240" width="320" /></a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">While there are umpteen homestays, resorts and hotels to choose from, we simply loved our experience at the Backwater Ripples Resort. To add a little more fun to our short weekend trip, we ventured out looking around for spa resorts and couldn't help but settle at The Zuri (regarded as one of the best spa destinations in the world)</span><span style="font-size:100%;">. Though the original Kerala Ayurvedic message is what I wanted to try out, a personal recommendation is - don't hesitate to go for the Thai spa treatments - they are divine as well :)<br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I always love getting a<b> </b></span><span style="font-size:100%;">sneak peek into the local way of living in all my trips and as a rule, was happy that we managed it here as well. Considering it was a 3-day trip, the fastest way to discover the local culture was to explore the food. Gastronomically, Kerala offers a delightful spread of delicacies influenced by the Syrian Christian taste buds.While we tried the Malabari cuisine much early in the trip across restaurants in the big hotels but our bestmeal was at this small restaurant called Ashadom which served us the most authentic local cuisine we could have asked for. I knew I was at the right place - because as I stepped in, the signboards shouting "Appam - Duck Roast", "Crab Roast", "Prawns - Fry/Roast" left me drooling. That's it, there was no looking back. We hogged, slurped, clicked pictures of everything in that restaurant like Chinese tourists, got big smiles from the uncles in mundus running the restaurants. Basically, we embarassed ourselves, all in the name of food but we didn't mind it. It was that moment which just gave a new meaning to this trip - where even a vegetarian got officially converted into a fishetarian. Oh wait - you know what we finally ate - here is the list - Beef Olathu, Prawn Roast, Karimeen Fry, Mussels fry, Naadan fish curry, Sambar, Mor curry and endless servings of rice..Burp!!! </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj42f5xqU14jwXv-cCP7LKKnXjYsw9G208I81cyJ_9dC0fsis1jMwYOznLoZVFiTjawDNNwjrSfwH25V3j3m5Ct4yPDFnS2FBcOXIYEyXqIjdPyeub_yZ2JK8devkRDi9zIEVbEao6VRDrf/s1600/P2160368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj42f5xqU14jwXv-cCP7LKKnXjYsw9G208I81cyJ_9dC0fsis1jMwYOznLoZVFiTjawDNNwjrSfwH25V3j3m5Ct4yPDFnS2FBcOXIYEyXqIjdPyeub_yZ2JK8devkRDi9zIEVbEao6VRDrf/s320/P2160368.JPG" border="0" height="240" width="320" /></a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Going back to Kerala is definitely on the cards and this time, I want a relaxed trip - something on the lines of cycling </span><span style="font-size:100%;">through the inner roads under the shadow of tall graceful coconut palms, </span><span style="font-size:100%;">sipping tender coconut or fresh madhura kallu (sweet toddy extracted from the coconut palm) with exotic karimeen pollichathu (baked fresh water fish), spicy pickles or kappa (cassava) and furthermore, explore the coastal stretch of Kerala (till Kanyakumari).</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">But till then, couldn't wait to share my first memories of this enormously gorgeous "country" that mesmerised me with its charm.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">A must do on every traveller's list!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div>Amrita G Haldipurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05527435356049474108noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3947032989516833278.post-40185539863366309652010-05-14T12:52:00.000+05:302010-05-14T12:52:37.246+05:30FINALLY!I love my life! <br />
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(<span style="color: orange;">Statutory Warning:</span> I do not wish to sound like an annoyingly happy person spreading world peace and happiness through this blog). There are enough and more who are already doing that well. <br />
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I rather get back to telling you something which I know well i.e. my story. <br />
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I love my life coz I LOVE my experiences so far. They have made me into someone who I am happy to be - funny, unpredictable, stupid, philosophical, caring, loving and vicious too (when really needed to be :)). <br />
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So when often I would narrate some of my stories to friends and at home, I would often be told that there is something unique about them - either the stories are really weird or I am ;) But they are worth sharing since they reflect my romance with my life. <br />
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So while one such day I was sharing this thought with a very close friend who is now happily nestled herself in a Canadian town, she insisted that I blog. period. <br />
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"But what do I blog about?" is what I asked her next. And without wasting even a moment, she said "Your experiences about food, travel, people. You are always upto something and your life is nothing short of a drama. So, make your memories more cherishable by sharing them. You'll enjoy this experience as well." <br />
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Though from that day to this day, I have fought umpteen battles with my laziness, the 'very private' side of my personality, the fear of criticism of people putting down my thoughts, I FINALLY realised "What the heck, Amrita? You are no author claiming to win a Booker Prize for your auto-biography? It's the whole art of being able to express yourself better with no constraints of limited words or space and discovering new connections through your thoughts." <br />
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So, that's the story what gave birth to this blog and another lovable experience that I am sure to enjoy. Hope you shall too. <br />
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Love, <br />
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AmuAmrita G Haldipurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05527435356049474108noreply@blogger.com7