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Iskcon – A Land Of Self Consciousness
My friend Anjana (name changed) was a radio jockey with a radio station down south. She was very successful and was a very professionally inclined person when one day fate decided otherwise. She lost her husband and child in a major car accident as they were coming back from a family trip. Anjana never came back to normal after that. Much as she would smile at us and join in the odd conversation, but she never was her normal self. When on-air, she would be peppy and smart. But the moment she went... -
Ajmer Sharif – The Shrine of Belief
“Priyanka Chopra went to Ajmer Sharif. I want to go too.” I announced. Everyone in the room shook their heads in disbelief. Why would someone be so much a fan of Priyanka Chopra? But nothing was going to deter me from going there. If she has gone there, then I would want to go there too.
“Priyanka Chopra went to Los Angeles. Tu gaya udhar?” Anoop asked. Well, America is out of bounds for me as I had my studies to finish. So Ajmer Sharif was possible. I would go there and also I was curious... -
Somnath Temple – The Religious Haven of the Jyotirlingas
As I got into the train, I couldn’t believe I had actually managed it. I had come to the point where I finally did live up to my expectation of travelling to a place and then write about it. It is a nice experience to travel just for the sake of enjoying and writing about it. Yes now I have become a travel blogger in the real sense. Have you ever tried to write down your own experiences? If you have, then you are doing the right thing. If you haven’t, then it is not a bad idea to start now. It... -
Hampi, The Spectrum of Culture
Busy with the routine life and hectic schedule I wanted to go for a break. My frustration level was on the summit and one more thing got added to my daily schedule that was after reaching home back from work I used to tell my mom, “why is that we don’t go anywhere, I am bored of my routine life and want a break”, mom had no answers with her as dad was too busy in his work every time so he couldn’t get time to move out. On Sunday morning dad was sitting in the drawing room watching some business... -
Ayodhya Ram Mandir – A Trip to the Inner Core of Piety
So as decided, I have hit upon this nice idea of going to a place and then writing about it. It is nice, enjoyable and entertaining to do it. So the next place I thought of going was Ayodhya. My wife had anyway gone on a nature trail with her group and my son had gone back to the U.S. for his assignments. So the chance of my going on a trip was more possible. I booked my tickets for the Sadhbhavna Express which departs from Delhi in the evening. Ayodhya is around 14 hours by train from Delhi. So... -
AksharDham – The Spiritual Spa of Gujarat
One of the best things to happen in an engineering student’s life doing his Masters is when the project that you are working on is appreciated by the professors. And this is exactly what happened to me, so I was beside myself with excitement and joy when my project got the best project title and my presentation was also met with a lot of appreciation. I didn’t have anything else to do beyond celebrating this wonderful moment. I was rushing out of college, to have a bite at McDonalds as I wanted... -
Mathura – The Land of Lord Krishna
Now I have decided that whenever I get the chance, I am going to travel places, take photos and write a blog on it. That makes me feel worthy and helps me to keep a log of all the places I visit. Also I could use it as my family travel guide. With such thoughts in mind, I decided to start pursuing this hobby by starting with a sacred town. After a lot of surfing the net, and viewing the pros and cons I zeroed in on Mathura. This is because it enabled me to start with a religious place and I could... -
Festivals – The Chhath Festival in Bihar
It was neatly packed in a container and as I opened it, the whiff of the aroma of the chick peas and onion mix rendered me totally helpless and very soon I was tucking into the delicacy sent by the rickshaw puller friend of mine Sarjo. I had met him at Kolkata when I had gone there on one of my very many pleasure journeys. I still remember the taste with which I had tucked into his lunch. People call me crazy and eccentric but this is what makes Rossyboy. This is what makes me. The very fact that...

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