Tales of a Backpacker

During my trip to Rishikesh, I got to experience the Aarti at the Ganges, which was a perfect example of finding calm in between the chaos. I wasn’t aware of the timing initially, and I sat at a cafe nearby assuming I had missed it. Once I heard the bells ringing I went running to the other side of Laxman Jhula and rushed into the crowded temple where the aarti was performed.

Until I visited the tribal museum at Bhopal, I always assumed museums were boring. This one experience changed my mind. The place had numerous forms of tribal art displayed as houses, sculptures, dolls, paintings, etc. I had initially thought I’d spend a few minutes over there, but I guess I was there for a good hour and a half. Every corner was filled with beauty.

This is just a picture of regular buffaloes out on their daily routine while I was visiting Raneh falls from Khajuraho. My auto kept passing by bunches of them every few minutes. While the auto driver tried to show me a tooth mountain nearby I couldn’t pay much heed because I was occupied admiring these cute animals. It was not a scene you could capture on the busy roads of a city.

On my way back from Dudhsagar, everyone in the train jumped to clench their nearby window or door to catch a glimpse of the waterfall from the train. It was an interesting couple of minutes where people got off their phones and spoke to each other instead. This man, however, stayed near the door even after the waterfall passed by admiring the scenery around and waiting for the sunset.

This display from the Araku museum caught my attention. Our country originally offers a large variety of millets, pulses, grains, which are still locally used among tribes and in a few villages. I am aware that there are over 65,000 pulses. However, their cultivation has been largely overtaken by their western equivalent, in this case American sweet corn. Iā€™m hoping to see a day when we restore our food heritage.

One of the most common sweets across the country is the circular shaped jalebi. It is made by deep frying plain flour and then dipping it in sugar syrup. This picture comes from the streets of Mussoorie where you can find a number of sweet shops on the Mall Road. The shopkeeper was draining the extra syrup. I devoured a few to satisfy my cravings.

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6 Comments Add yours

  1. Mitali says:

    Wow! travelling helps us evolve in so many ways.

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  2. Eshan Kapania says:

    Wow Sudha – Loved the Article so much !! You paint such A Beautiful Picture šŸ™‚ šŸ™‚

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  3. Nomadosauras says:

    The Man in the train. That’s a beautiful capture. If only people turned off their phones and conversed more!
    Nice writeup! šŸ™‚

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    1. Thanks a lot šŸ˜€

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