Judge less. Travel more.

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It was a lovely winter morning. I had just poured myself a big mug of coffee at work, sat down at my desk planning my day ahead and like a daily routine logged into my Facebook account to get a quick look at my newsfeed. There were several notifications like always but something felt odd that day. There were 11 people who had tagged me on a post that was trending that week.

“Don’t Date a Girl Who Travels” by The Huffington Post.

Sounded interesting, so I clicked on the link to read it at length and thought it was an interesting perspective, however, I did feel it was quite an extreme view which I didn’t completely resonate with.

Being someone who travels extensively, a few (who have known me closely) tagged me along with some others saying “Thought you may find this interesting.” While there were some (who I haven’t met since maybe in school or college or have superficially known me at work) mailed me the article saying “The author of this article sounds like you.” When I asked “Why?”, one of them quipped, “Going by your Facebook updates, you come across like this ‘kind of a girl’.”

To be honest, I didn’t know how to react because I couldn’t figure if that was a compliment or just a snide remark.

That day, something shifted within me. And no it has nothing to do with what people think of me and my views on life. But what ‘assumptions’ people draw for those who travel purely on the premise of seeing their ‘social media updates’.

We all love sharing good moments with others – some like to party hard, some while pigging out yummy meals, some with family, many with friends and several while they are traveling.

To assume that avid travellers – run away from responsibilities; are aimless,  unaccommodating, selfish; so fearlessly independent that they don’t value relationships in their life; epitomise instability & uncertainty is stretching the mind a bit too far and beyond the realities of life.

To most, travel is just a part of their life that enriches and energizes them to be more productive at work; strangers teach you the art of bonding to help you value your relationships back home;  landslides/ missing trains tell you that there is always a Plan D when the earlier plans didn’t work;  buy cheap tickets to save more; a waitlisted train ticket teaches you to share and care when a co-passenger gives you a place to spend the next 14 hours with her on her berth; and most importantly, it helps you enjoy the journey in a destination-obsessed world.

Judge less, travel more 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

#ilovemountains. Do you?

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When the mountains call, you must go.

Which is what I did in March this year. Over the 4-day long Holi weekend, a few of us decided to set out to explore the Parvati Valley in the Kullu district of Himachal Pradesh.

While the comfort of chilling with friends over non stop chai and Maggi is alluring, there is nothing that matches the sheer joy of getting lost in the wilderness and listening to this majestic element of nature speak.No matter how many times I have explored different mountainous terrains, I come back feeling changed, as if there is another layer of illusion that has peeled off; feeling more humbled as if my ego has been squashed like a flat tyre by its grounded and robust reality; with recharged healing energy and new eyes for new perspectives.

Here are some of my favourite mountain holidays over the past decade.

LADAKH, 2008

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VALLEY OF FLOWERS, UTTARAKHAND, 2010

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TIGER’S NEST MONASTERY, BHUTAN, 2012

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KASAULI, HIMACHAL PRADESH, 2014

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PARVATI VALLEY, HIMACHAL PRADESH, 2016

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What are you waiting for? Don’t let the excuses get in your way.

Just GO.

A Bombay girl who loves Delhi

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Yeah take that and gulp or frown or whatever exaggerated emotion you feel like expressing. Please make yourself at home.

It will soon be 3 years since I moved to this part of the world but I STILL get asked this question in every new introduction.

“Delhi? Why? Who moves from Bombay to Delhi? Are you insane? No girl can like Delhi because it is so unsafe. Blah. Blah. Blah.”

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.

I find this to be the most overrated debate ever.

It reflects the way we think. I have met so many people who have never been to a city like this and already have strong opinions. All thanks to their exposure to news channels & friends who have nothing better to tell them.

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.

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.”

And as far as Delhi is concerned, it has given me a jackpot of an experience that Bombay alone may not have managed for me.

Delhi has a soul while Bombay is the heartbeat.

Delhi has winters while Bombay has monsoons.

Delhi has taught me patience while Bombay taught me persistence.

Delhi showed me a life beyond work while Bombay gave me friends for life.

Delhi made me fall in love all over again which made Bombay jealous.

Delhi gave me new set of mistakes while Bombay taught me to forgive.

Delhi has made me calmer while Bombay kept me grounded.

Delhi has made me braver while Bombay has made me more loving.

I owe it to both these cities for who I’ve become today.

 

The First Post

Placeholder ImageForrest Gump’s momma always said, “Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get.”

My momma always says, “Life is a box. To open it, first say a prayer.” (Typically Indian that we are.)

At this hour, I have a better substitute for the classic good omen though.

A first post dipped in sugar.

Had written this article on LinkedIn some months ago but since blogging is also a branch of branding, this may still be worth a few more eyeballs. And especially because this is true for each one of us.

We all love brands. Don’t we?! Building them. Managing them. Tracking its sentiments. Creating conversations. Empowering our teams & fans. Spending crores on looking after them. Shopping. Decking up. It all flows easily irrespective of which side of the spectrum you belong to.

But how many of us are doing this for a brand bigger, more powerful and worthy than any that we know. No university specialises in it. No corporate designation will match it. And that’s exactly why we don’t look after it. And that’s perhaps why it often wrongly takes the shape of ‘ego’ more than a simple, humble ‘me’.

Friends come and go.

Jobs come and go.

Relationships come and go.

But what strives hard, gathers strength, empowers, makes long-lasting bonds, promises to stand by you is your own personal brand. Love it. Protect it. Treasure it. Because its worth a million bucks.

Polish it a little every single day.