(This is the third update from the Hornbill Festival, 2011.)
The Warrior car In Nagaland there are no bad drivers; there are only good drivers and there are those who don’t…
Thommen Jose
Waiting for the action, the inauguration The bull and the bolero became one. Colour charged the air. You could touch the permeating pride. The fine film of dust that hung…
(This is the first in the regular series of updates from the Hornbill Festival, 2011. I am trying to make this daily for the 500 and counting subscribers of Wanderink.com.…
Grandeur, right from the entrance History of branding says that you try harder when you are number two. ‘Blue City’, ‘Sun City’, ‘cultural capital’ – epithets attributed to Jodhpur, the…
“Park...park...park.”
Only one of them could read, two figured out from the familiar shape of the words and one just parodied the chorus.
“Park...park...park...” the boys screamed with a maniacal unison like…
Places you cannot see from the raft “‘Where are you headed to?”
“Rishikesh.”
“What’s up?”
“Rafting, of course.”
Now try this.
“What’s up this weekend?”
“Going rafting.”
“Where?”
“Rishikesh, of course.” …
McLeod Ganj on a misty morning Pierce Brosnan fixes his Remington gaze – slightly more sullen drunk – on you as you flip through the menu of the most popular…
Aerial view of Reckong Peo town You buy vegetables from a market overlooked by snow-capped mountains. You pray standing amongst the heavens. A gush of pure and cool breeze greets…
A view point on the Camel's Back Road
In a region where you wouldn’t find even a stray camel, naming a road after the ungulated dromedary should have been the work…