• Buchanan Street in Glasgow, #fromthecornertable
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    Grit+Glamour+Culture = Glasgow

    On March 6, 1989, a 44 year old and his colleagues boarded a British Railway train at the Edinburgh Waverley railway station. The group of six men – all town planners from developing cities of India – was headed to Glasgow as part of a government initiative facilitating knowledge exchange. Among them was my father who returned thrilled with the exposure to planning and technological advancement he saw in Glasgow. But it was the efforts to preserve the industrial heritage of Glasgow whilst creating sync with the cultural fabric that impressed my father the most. “Observe the buildings as you walk through the city. The urban landscape would have changed…

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    Scotland: Why, When, How

    Looking back, the year 2017 was like the craziest roller coaster ride in an amusement park leaving me, the rider, nervous, exhilarated and other things unfamiliar. But the Gods of Travel were undoubtedly kind to me. How else does one get lucky enough to have checked two places from their travel wish list in a year! Yes! Yours truly went on a three-day trip to Athens (with the elder sister and her husband) and a week-long solo trip to Scotland; the first in May and the second in August. Athens was a special treat because of the… hold on. I’ll come to that later. How about I regale you (I…

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    How My Parents Spent 72 Hours in Scotland #Chapter 1

    When I boarded the airplane to Bristol at the Edinburgh Airport in September 2017, I’d been thinking about the perfect week spent in Scotland, hoping I could visit the country again. Who knew I would be on Scottish soil before hitting the year-long mark! “We must visit Scotland. I want to show your mother around Edinburgh and Glasgow,” my father had said, as we settled in for the long flight to Heathrow, London. This was June 2018 and our destination was my elder sister’s home in Bristol for a much needed family vacation. My father had visited parts of United Kingdom way back in the 1980s. So there was quite…

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    Gabala, a Beauty Spot on the Hills

    For most tourists, Gabala or Qabala is a preferred winter destination considering the plethora of winter sports that can be enjoyed on the slopes of the Greater Caucasus mountain range. In fact, Mount Bazarduzu, the highest peak in the Republic of Azerbaijan is located in this region. But summer in Gabala isn’t too bad, I say! This tiny city was the first stop on our two-day ‘explore the country’ endeavour. We decided to spend a night at Gabala before heading to Shaki and then returning to Baku. Gabala is a roughly 3-hour drive from Baku but when you travelling through a picturesque landscape with a trio of women who kicked off the…

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    Rock Etchings & Mud Volcanoes of Gobustan

    If you thought Baku is the beginning and end of Azerbaijan, and that I was done talking about my weeklong trip, you were soooooo wrong! Seven days is long enough time to tuck several experiences under your belt. And if those days are spent in a country like Azerbaijan, it is sufficient time to explore more than just the capital city. The first two days I spent in Baku made me realise that the city is the perfect canvas to showcase the wealth of a growing economy. With its sky-touching towers, modern buildings that share boundaries with structures from bygone eras, the city has a rather glitzy vibe. The vibe…

  • Rolling Hills, Munnar, from the corner table, #fromthecornertable
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    Tales from Munnar #2

    Brutal honesty will more often than not set you on a path that is opposing to one taken by others. On this road, you will battle anonymous adversaries, and trolls that will fight you until their last breath, ready to martyr themselves for a notion they think to be right. It could be for a subject as complex as the ‘functionality of the Prime Minister of India’ or as whimsical as ‘Should I enrol in magic school at 30.’ Heavy thoughts for a Monday morning, right? Thoughts like these have been flitting around my little brain for a few days now, especially after a conversation with a senior citizen that…

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    Tales from Munnar #1

    As a child growing up on classical English literature, I was fascinated by terms like chimneys, fireplaces, scones, etc, and phrases like ‘lush greenery’, ‘rolling hills’, ‘winding roads’, ‘sparkling water’ and ‘gushing streams’. All of these seemed fantastical until, in a clichéd but true manner, travelling broadened my horizon and gave meaning to these fantastical terms. However, it was only last year when I had travelled to the Scottish Highlands (read Winding through the Isle of Skye) that I truly understood where those descriptive terms for nature may have come from. As I shared photographs of my trip on social media and with family, there ensued a discussion about similar places in India. It…

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    Three cheers for my wish list: Incredible India

    As mentioned in the previous post, that list was definitely not the end of my grand travel plans! It so happened that when reading my list posts with the error-locator glasses perched on her nose, a rather overwhelmed Rem – who also proofreads posts for me – suggested I split the MASSIVE list. “Make two lists – one of places in India and then the rest,” she said. What a splendid idea! There is so much of my country I am yet to travel. In fact, there are so many parts of my city that I have never visited. Does that make me the girl with three travel wish lists…

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    Three cheers for my travel wish list: On foreign shores

    So previously, this blog post was titled ‘Three cheers for my bucket list’. When Rem – the techie friend who handles the nitty gritties of this blog – saw a strike through the word ‘bucket’ in the heading, her first reaction was: “What on earth woman! We don’t mess with headings!” Luckily for me, it was said in an affectionate yet exasperated manner rather than a fire-breathing dragon style. The strike through the term was symbolic of my tumultuous relationship with the term ‘bucket list’. At times the term makes me feel hopeful and eager about goals in life and at others, it feels like someone whispered ‘death’ and ‘time…