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Books and Travel – My Lifelines


It’s been over 6 months, it feels like 2 years and I actually want it to be yesterday. I’m obviously talking about the gap between my previous post and this one. The last two years have been a lot of fun along with some crazy challenges. We did a bit of travelling, local and international, though it’s nothing close to what my dream travel schedule would look like*. I read a lot of books over the last six months, as I have done all my life**, with quite a few new authors thrown in. Sadly, I didn’t update this blog on the book front, however, I did update friends and family on facebook ad nauseum. Maybe, once I get a bit more organised here, I’ll catch my few readers up on the books and travel. For now, here’s a small list of places we visited and some of the books that stood out.

Travel (apart from visits to family in the U.A.E and different parts of India): South Africa, Zimbabwe and Zambia which Andaman South Buttonwill need many posts to cover, Germany (Cologne and Dusseldorf, nowhere close to Munich or Berlin), an adventure along the middle Himalayas in India – Kashmir to Kufri and diving in the Andaman and Nicobar Islands, which are part of India but geographically closer to Indonesia and Thailand. We missed a family trip to St. Tropez and Geneva due to work commitments, but that’s life my friend.

Books that stand out because the authors are new to me, for sentimental reasons, the content/genre is something I haven’t really delved in before or I just remember it at this moment: And The Mountains Echoed by Khaled Hosseini, Elanor and Park by Rainbow Powell (followed by FanGirl), The Ship of Brides by JoJo Moyes (this followed The Girl You Left behind), Those Pricey Thakur Girls (and it’s sequel) by Anuja Chauhan, 10% happier by Dan Harris, Sisterhood Everlasting by Ann Brashares, The Wildling by Maria McCann, How It Happened by Shazaf Fatima Haide, Madame Picasso by Ann Girard, The Great Zoo of China by Mathew Reilly, The Harem within by Fatima Mernissi.

And The Mountains Echoed

The little bit of travel and lots of reading has me, once more, creating a list of places to go and things to do. Which just makes me realise how short human lives are! Again, making me more determined to enjoy everyday*** and work towards creating the life I want.

So, this was a quick catch-up session. I’m going to make a real effort to write at least once a week, maybe more. Here’s to new beginnings halfway through the year. Cheers.

*that’s why it’s a dream which, rest assured, I’m working towards realising

** an average of 4-5 a week since I was 6 years old

***every minute is just exaggerating, everyday is true

Stay Happy Everyday

The Dreamer

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Free Wi-Fi on Planes – A Giant Step Backward for Mankind

No free wi-fi!  No Shoes, No News is how I like it.
No free wi-fi!
No Shoes, No News is how I like it.

A few months back, facebook, instagram, snapchat and most other social media avenues were awash with friends posting pictures and updates while on flights. “So happy to be able to make plans even before I land”, one friend gleefully posted. The introduction of free wi-fi on flights was making everyone giddy with happiness. For me, it was one of the darkest days of my life and I seriously considered travelling only by sea in the future. Assuming that free wi-fi is not available on ships of course. Is it? What about trains? I went around with a dark cloud hanging over my head and muttering dire warnings on how, we as a race, are hurtling towards our own doom. Why was I hankering for the Dark Ages of Technology, you ask? Well, here’s why…

I apparently took my first flight when I was 45 days old, an event which has no place in my conscious memory. What I do remember, are trips from the age of five onwards, or maybe a bit earlier, and the overwhelming emotion of excitement. Not just impatient excitement to get to the destination, but anticipation of the journey itself. The freedom of having time to just read, sketch, write; with nothing else to be done. The freedom of hav

ing my family completely to myself with no interruptions. Shopping for last minute supplies with my mom, playing made-up games with my brother and having long meandering discussions with my dad.The break from eating regular meals at regular meal times, and snacking without thought, was a treat. We actually had my mom giving us the very snacks that were not allowed at home. In fact, finding an unexpected book or trinket at the travel bookstore only increased this joy multi-fold.

Obviously, not having as much access through mobile phones and the internet played a big part in this feeling of being secluded. Today, because of our endless connectivity (is that grammatically correct?) or despite it, I’m not sure which, my yearning to travel has become an unquenchable constant. Though I love visiting new places, and my desire to see the entire world (pipe dream?), along with my strong dislike for routine, has always been the driving force behind my need to travel; now the actual journey has become as precious as the destination. What was enjoyable before, a prelude to all the fun expected at the new destination and a slight extension of the holiday feeling, on the return journey, has become a treat all by itself. I’ve started to cherish the feeling of being cut-off, of being able to put my phone on ‘Airplane Mode’ and not having access to the internet. If I have my family with me, it’s an ideal scenario as I can comfortably enjoy the time when I’m inaccessible, to the rest of the world, with no worry.

So now you see, why I’m terrified of the promise of eternal uninterrupted connectivity? So now anyone can reach you at anytime and most importantly, anywhere. There’s no place in the real world you can go to escape the virtual world. In addition there’s the fear of crazy teenagers and 40 year-old girl gangs indulging in 6 hour selfie sessions with outfit changes!

So, how tough do you think it is to live in the Amazon jungles? Any tips on keeping books mildew free out there?

Stay Happy Everyday

The Dreamer