Universal Languages – Travel Tuesdays

Amidst the concrete jungle that is the heart of Kuala Lumpur, you often find lush green gardens and parks that you could stroll in for ages. Quite like magic, sometimes you happen upon cool lakes and fountains in which you can rest your sore feet. This is an amazing place to not just get away from the noise and restlessness of corporate Malaysia but to find yourself in the middle of vibrant stories.

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The garden just behind the Petronas Towers

Like of old men who walk slowly but with purpose with their canes and backs bent without a care in the world. They have little bags under their armpits – old, faded, leather. Sitting on one of the benches of the park near a water fountain, I observed how the whole park was dotted with similar looking old men.

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Eventually they made their way to these unique benches and took out their priced treasures from their leather satchels – well used chess pieces and begin some of the most entertaining matches I’ve ever laid eyes on.

Sometimes, there are languages that transcends words – the li’l grunts on frustration or victory, the fist bumps, folding your hand over your chest and the most impressive of all, the toothless grin. These are universal and wherever I go, I keep my eyes peeled for them. They tell the best stories.

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Read more of my adventures abroad here – a story about my first time in Europe and the things I had to teach myself! : )

The South China Sea Fish Delegation – Travel Tuesdays

Those of you that followed my journey in Tanzania will probably remember the time when our guide for the day threw us to the sharks for “ snorkeling” purposes.  The thrill of that moment soon changed to crippling phobia like it usually does when you’ve had a near-death-experience. So when I went to Tioman Islands in Malaysia, I felt an anxiety attack coming on.

There is a local legend that a Dragon Princess was once on her way to Singapore from China for her wedding. Exhausted by the long journey, she settled down over the South China Sea to rest a while. The sea was so calm and magical. The sun was warm on her back and filled her with so much peace that she decided to stay and turned herself into Tioman Islands.

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The Islands are beyond stunning – with pristine beaches, the place is literally a paradise island with reefs bordering it on all sides and a rainforest to trek through whenever one was tired of the sea. It wasn’t long before I said meh and rented out Mr. Naruto Uzumaki Coconut’s life jacket. I was there for an adventure and even if I were to be drowned AND eaten by the great whites, I’d die knowing that I didn’t back out from a challenge. I mean, how bad could it be? (By some unfathomable miracle, Murphy’s Law didn’t go into effect even though I was filled with dread the minute the thought came into my head)

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The water was so clear that you could see the corals and the fish right from the boat and once you got into the water, the riot of colours that assaulted you was just mesmerizing. Of course I went to pieces the minute I touched the water – even with my life jacket on. My brother let me latch on to his life jacket and then told me stories to distract me from having a full blown panic attack and then slowly eased me into the actual snorkeling. I’m so glad I gave this a try. Snorkeling would make my top 5 list of the most awe-inspiring activities one should undertake as soon as possible and as many times as possible.

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Travel Tuesdays is my attempt to get myself to blog regularly. Every Tuesday I will write about an experience I had while on the road, stories I heard while chugging down local beer, local legends that were shared by bonfire and photos of things that took my breath away. If you have stories you want to share as well, feel free to leave me a message so I can feature you. 

Signs of Life

I know that my last few posts have started with me apologizing for not writing for a long time but fuck it, my life has been pretty sweet of late and I’ve been more outdoors than actually at home. It’s not likely that I’ll forget how lovely it is, most days, to live out of suitcases but it’s nice to do it every few weeks, just so you don’t become too stuck in your comfort zone.

So what have I been doing? Erm, everything – because and I quote “YOLO Bitches!” I mean, all this time we were living multiple lives and if it weren’t for Drake, we’d never have realized that we have just one life to go crazy over, okay?

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Well, that brings us to lists and photos – because the awesomeness has accumulated more with every day I pushed off writing this. And because I’m so nice, I’m just going to post the highlights!

I saw the Petronas Towers – isn’t it featured on a lot of bucket lists? It’s quite impressive and is best viewed at night, all lit up and making the street life that much more magical looking.
I spent a couple of days lounging in Tioman (Dragon) Island. It really is untouched beauty, coral reefs just a short swim away and one of the most spectacular places for a snorkel and sunset.
I visited the Taj – the crowds kinda freaked me out but it was a lot calmer than Delhi, which was alright. Plus, it’s TAJ MAHAL. Enough said.
For obvious reasons, I’ll never stop loving the Mysore Palace. Specially when she’s like this.

 

Bylakuppe is one of my most favourite places to visit in South India. It’s really peaceful and has so much history. It’s people have so many character and the food is to die for. I take all my visiting friends there – for selfish reasons, obviously.
You’d love it just as much as I did if you love the performing arts. Just on the bay of the Singapore River, the Esplanade (Theatres on the Bay) is one of the best hangouts in Singapore. We even got to hear a Brass band play – it was a lovely evening.
The water levels on the river Cauvery were so low that they discovered a new Chamundi temple in the water. It was breathtaking and we went to visit just as it was being restored (before the crazy crowds could come, looking for miracles).
I love tribal customs and traditions. I visited a village near a rocky hill with holes in them at regular intervals (like seen in this photo). The children have made a game of it, where you are supposed to run on the surface of the hole without your feet touching the bottom. Sometimes, up to 5 children have run this at the same time and not touched the bottom. I, of course, failed miserably at this!
Look at all the crocodiles? They are such fascinating creatures to observe. Went to the crocodile park for the first time since I was a kid and I was just as ecstatic!
Old Delhi is something else, if you have the guts to explore it. The crisscrossing electric lines, the old movie posters, the cha-wallah, the ride in the cycle rickshaw, the MIND-BLOWING food at Karim’s (I would go back to Delhi every week just to eat here), the world heritage sites – Jama Masjid, Qutub Minar, Humayun’s Tomb, Red Fort, India Gate- these are all things that I had only ever read about in history books. The entire vibe was just magical.
I rode this elephant (she’s fine, I promise) – take that bucket list! 🙂
No trip to Malaysia is complete without eating this nasty fruit, Durian. When I say NASTY, I mean it. I don’t know how I survived but I felt really brave for having tried it. So this has to be on my list. Deal with it.
When you’re travelling non-stop for 7 weeks, it’s places like these that you need without even realising it. This is a small french run restaurant called La Maison Rose (in Pondicherry)
Because no monsoon trip is complete without a trip to the sea.
And the highlight was that when I got back from the trip, I got to manage and meet and greet with the Poets of the Fall who were really down to earth and friendly and nearly squished me to death! Also, their live concerts are CRAZY! Loved every second of it.

THAT IS ALL! 😀

Don’t over-think it bro!

I had never been to a holiday for the sake of a holiday till I was 24. This shouldn’t be surprising considering I’m born to self-realised Social Activists/AidWorkers who can never really draw the line between work and anything else and it would be hypocritical of me to complain because in this field, work is life. And I’m pretty much the same. Still, any holiday we took as children would be combined with a work detour. When we went to the beach, we also made a side visit to the fishing villages that were struck by tornados or a giant tsunami. If we went away elsewhere, there would be villages with a flood situation, with food scarcity and with sheep I could kidnap.

For every essay we had to submit on Shakespeare and the Skeletal System, we had a summer of adventure to look forward to, so much so that the idea of just getting away to do nothing seems preposterous even after all these years. I went backpacking across Europe to end up volunteering in a small village in France. I went to Africa to see the place but ended up working for 7 straight months – even in places where I went to take a break. You know where this is going right? Classic movie sequence of epiphany that hits because of something a stranger observes that you hadn’t even realized before? Yeah, that.

That was my first holiday, and like all firsts, you remember it fondly. I went to Zanzibar thinking I’d spend one day looking around and the evening at the beach and the next day, volunteering at a Madarasa. I ended up staying a week and doing nothing but sipping gin cocktails, making friends with a cat that was older than the island and taking in sunrises and sunsets on the Indian Ocean. I had quite a bit of unlearning and letting go to do.

Stone Town – Zanzibar

Earlier this year when I realised I could go away again, I picked a place because my grandmother, who I’ve come to know only through the stories I’ve been told, was born there and came away to India by a treacherous ship journey that took months and months. I learnt that she used to be royalty in Malaysia and when they came to India, they lost everything. And she had her adventures- she was the first of her family to study in a British School when they opened up the schools to Indians (It was the same school my sister and I studied in) She fell in love and married an orphan boy and lived a life she never thought she could/would.

When I booked my tickets and got my visa, people asked me why I was going – I had a massive Sméagol fit.

2 weeks on a holiday doing nothing but exploring? Not going near a volunteer project or a social cause? Not on any freelance travel writing project? An empty itinerary/list of things to do? Just going with the flow? And then I was finally able to say it.

I’m going for me.