chop chop

so recently i chopped off 14 inches of my hair. my hair is something that everybody notices, it used to flow past my lower back. and i chopped it all, till just past my shoulders. but, it was for a cause that i’m supportive and proud of of. i donated my hair to the hair for hope foundation, to make wigs for cancer patients. this has always been on my bucket list, and i’m proud of myself for achieving this goal so early in life 🙂
(p.s : i was surprised by how great my new hair looks)



“what is wanderlust?”, a lot of people ask me.
and so i decided to finally put my take on wanderlust into words, for the world.

according to dictionaries:
a strong desire to travel.

i would agree to a certain extent with a dictionary.

but i have to say that meaning of wanderlust cannot be scribbled down into five simple words, so here you go, here’s some more words that i scribbled into a coffee stained notebook, that will hopefully provoke some emotion within you.

wanderlust is a traveller’s lust, where dreams of people are now dreams of places.

wanderlust is the feeling of wanting it all, the escape within the limited planet and its atmosphere.

wanderlust is not the feeling of wanting to look at cities you see in movies, but it is the feeling of wanting to get away from all the people, and go into pure nature.

wanderlust is the desire to roam through the deserted streets, with your little empty heart.

wanderlust is overcoming your fears, flying in airplanes if you are scared of heights, sailing in ships if you are prone to seasickness.

wanderlust is a feeling after you accept yourself, after you are truly comfortable with yourself, after you need nobody else.

wanderlust is not the desire to capture pictures to make your friends jealous, it is the desire to capture images and words in your mind, that is for you and yourself only.

wanderlust is running away from everyone, and everything, into the wild.

wanderlust is hanging out with the sun, the moon, all the stars, and everything beyond reach.

wanderlust is the feeling of being lured into the seven giant land masses, into the five unfathomable waters.

wanderlust is the feeling of not belonging, of knowing you’ll never have the feeling that you will belong.

wanderlust is real when you will walk that extra mile, when you are willing to skip a meal, when you are willing to give it all up for one sight.

wanderlust is losing many trees, countless cities, rivers, canyons, valleys, and knowing that it isn’t a disaster.

wanderlust is the start of wandering, in search of nothing whatsoever, but finding everything.

wanderlust is accepting to own nothing, no matter that can held between your five fingers, to feel everything.

wanderlust is the millions of undiscovered constellations.

wanderlust is magic.



to my parents.

the ones who first saw me, the ones who made sure i entered the world, who held me, as if i was a diamond and the entire world was dust.

the ones who bought me infinite toys of all sorts, books of animals, fruits and letters, CDs of the animations i still remember when i sleep today.

the ones who changed my diapers, who made sure my skin was softer than cotton and smoother than silk.

the ones who dressed me like a princess, who made me feel like a princess, with everything in the world at my command.

the ones who held me on the thunderstorm days, wrapping me safely in a blanket, and making sure that nothing could ever hurt me.

the ones who took me to the beaches, building sandcastles with me, the same way they started building me – with all their love.

the ones who i would laugh with, at all the little things in the world.

the ones who i could cry on, when a friend was being a little bit of a jerk by not sharing their latest hot wheels model with me.

the ones who taught me to get up from every fall, and keep running, and running, like the wind, who taught me that i could do anything.

the ones who tell me, “go show all those stupid boys who’s the boss”.

the ones who put food onto a plate, water in a glass and books and pens on the table, for me.

the ones who take me to look at the world, from cars, airplanes, ships and trains, in mountains, seas, deserts and valleys.

the ones who still brush their hands through my hair and kiss my head even after i let them down.

the ones who hold my hand every day and tell me that i can reach the stars.

the ones who still hang around with me even after i say that everything is fine.

the ones who’ve taught and showed me that life is hard, and that i have to work hard, and that i have the potential to go beyond all limits.

the ones who i can crawl to, and moan and cry for hours and hours about my broken heart, about all the hate, the peer pressure, the society, and all the hard things to deal with in the world.

the ones who i watch family comedy shows with, and laugh about all the things that we can relate to.

the ones who always have an answer to my question, even if the answer isn’t right, but have an answer that’s enough for my heart.

the ones who i will need all my life, no matter how independent i become.

the ones who will remain in my heart all my life, no matter who comes in my life and no matter who leaves.

the ones who are the most important in the world to me.

the ones who i want to make proud, who i want to say to everyone, ‘you know, my daughter did this….’, or ‘that’s my daughter’.

the ones who i can’t bear to see when they’re sad, the only ones that will completely upset my entire world with even a single frown.

the ones who give me the motivation and energy to open my eyes every single day and taught me go out and face the world.

the ones who taught me that i am not mediocre.

the ones who still keep me in their house no matter how many times i’ve crossed the line, let them down, or been a jerk.

the ones whom i’ve written endless poems about.

the ones who taught me that if i could love myself, i could be all the stars, and that i didn’t have to love some stupid boy.

the ones who brought me up such that today when a boy insults me or teases me, he leaves the scene with tears in their eyes.

the ones who told me that i could be bigger than all the faces that i’ve stuck onto my bedroom wall.

the ones who support me in every field, in every thing that i’m interested in.

the ones who let me soar in the sky, but still keep me anchored to the ground.

the ones who i push myself for everyday.

the ones who sit by my side when i can’t move a single muscle, and tell me that it’ll all be alright.

the ones who make sure that every bad decision is a lesson learnt for me.

the ones who continue to teach me how to survive in this big, bad world.

the ones who love me inside out, despite all my scars, flaws and sins.

the ones who i will love till the end of time.


i love you, mum and dad, like a lot. thanks for tolerating my nonsense and doing all that you do for me. i will make you proud, i promise.


people are not poetry.

You can write for hours and hours,
of all the things you wish you could be,
but the truth of the matter is simple,
people are not poetry.
And I know that you wish you weren’t awkward,
that sweet words could roll right off your tongue,
but your time here is too short to worry,
about how each sentence is strung.
Its okay to be rough around the edges,
to be bruised up and broken and scarred,
but its not okay to let people tell you,
that it’s the reason to change who you are.
Your hair doesn’t always sit so neatly,
the way a poem sits so neatly in lines,
and sometimes you might feel like a word,
that nobody has learnt to define.
You might not be a star that can light up darkness,
or a bird that can teach us how to soar,
but its okay, because you are too complex,
to be crammed up into a single metaphor.
It’s okay not to know what you’re doing,
because your feelings don’t have to rhyme,
though a poem once complete is eternal,
you have the freedom to change over time.
You’re much more than can ever be written,
there is no title to say “this is me”,
because you can’t be trapped in the lines of a notebook,
because people are not poetry.



please don’t let me go,
don’t leave me behind,
and simply find another,
and forget all that we had,
half of me is you,
you’re always with me,
in my head, in my thoughts,
in my mind,
so please don’t leave,
I need you with me,
you’re the disease,
that I can’t let leave




Its always been there; the dream of travelling to the Andamans. And well, it finally happened. I spent a good 12 days there, with my parents, and it was magical. As usual, now is the time when I say, ‘lets begin, from the moment i boarded the plane’.

It was about a 2 hour afternoon flight, where we landed in the Andaman’s capital – Port Blair. The Andaman Islands are broken into several parts – The northern Andamans, Port Blair, Havelock, etc. In this trip, we only visited Port Blair, and Havelock. Once we landed, we were greeted by Arun, our guide. He was a bird watching specialist. My mother is highly interested in birds, and in our research we found that Port Blair has a wide variety of birds.

That evening, we decided to go to the cellular jail, also known as kalapani (Sanskrit translation: Black waters). It was  colonial prison used in the time when the British ruled over India. The British sent Indian political prisoners here, to keep them away from the mainland, away from ‘their’ territory. Although the prison was built later, the Andamans were used to exile political prisoners, as the purpose remained the same. The need to build a prison arose when the number of prisoners enlarged. Many notable political prisoners were sent here, such as  Batukeshwar Dutt, Yogendra Shukla and Vinayak Damodar Savarkar, and others, who were imprisoned here during the struggle for India’s independence. Today, the complex serves as a national memorial monument.

the corridors
the most noted cell here, where Sarvarkar himself stayed
the cells have almost nothing, with a few bars high up on one side for air, no furniture, simply nothing
the view from the terrace of one wing of the jail

The gallows, where some were hung to death
a memorial

We then proceeded to our hotel : Sinclair’s Bayview. It indeed had a great bayview. It is the tallest building in the Andamans, and is just by the bay, giving a fantastic view.

We ate our dinner, and soon crashed for the night. The next morning was an early start. The entire day was dedicated to bird-watching, from 5 A.M, to 5 P.M. We took a car, and then got onto ferry where cars could also be brought, to cross over to the other side, otherwise it was a good hour on the road.

After we crossed, we had to drive for a while before we reached our bird watching mountain, where we planned to hike. On the way, we passed the exact location where the image on the back of a 20 Rupee note is from. Go ahead, take out a 20 Rupee note, and compare it to the image below.

We then got onto our bird watching, where halfway through our morning session, my father and I began feeling sleepy, and got into the car, and took  a nap, while my mom went about an hour of what she said was ‘magical’. We didn’t get many great pictures, as our DSLR camera is broken. After that, we returned back to the hotel around 11, took some rest, and ate our lunch. Then, around 1:30-2, we again left for some more bird-watching, in a different location, near a lake, where we also saw some of the fishing industry.

After that, we moved to a different location, for owl watching, in the dark. The guide got help from another guide, and used speakers and bird calls to find where the owl was. It was truly magnificent, and something that simply cannot be captured by a camera.
Once we got back, we ate our dinner, and packed up, the next morning we were leaving to Havelock, and I was super excited.

We were staying at Dolphin Resort, a government owned resort, but after researching and debating quite a bit, we decided that it had the best beach view, just a few meters away. And it in the end, it was a wonderful choice. We ate or lunch at the Red Snapper, a highly rated restaurant. My father loved it, but my mom and I felt quite the opposite. It is mainly a seafood restaurant, at least that is their specialty. My mother is a vegetarian, and I only eat chicken when it comes to non-vegetarian food, but my father eats everything.

From there, we headed to Radhanagar beach, to spend the evening and for the sunset. It was beautiful, nothing short of spectacular. My father and I frolicked around in the waves, and it was beautiful. The sunset was spectacular, and playing a game of frisbee afterwards was great fun too.  We then headed to Full Moon Cafe for our dinner, and we have to say its one of the best places we ate at. We also chose to eat there as in a week my father and I would be starting our PADI Open Water diving course, after my mother left back to Bangalore. DiveIndia is right next to it, so it was a good choice.

a game of frisbee with papa 🙂

The next morning we headed to the Elephant Beach, via the trek method, through the forests, water and to the beach. Honestly, the beach is overcrowded. There is plenty of great coral, but only away from the crowd. Being so comfortable in water, as usual, I found myself wandering everywhere where there was nobody. Unsafe, of course, but I definitely recommend going with someone a little further (before the life buoys of course) to see great coral. I would also suggest going earlier in the day, as later on the jet skis and other rides affect the waves, and it becomes much harder to snorkel.

 We returned just in time for lunch, and then we had a great bath, relaxed, took walks by the beach, and simply relaxed.
The next two days we planned to spend in the resort and around, relaxing, reading, lying down by the beach in the hammocks, etc. We exploited the fact that our resort was right by the beach.

(And I just have to add the fact that my father got 5389272993 pictures taken of him)

We tried new restaurants, including the highly rated Fat Martin Cafe, which I have to say was great, and Something Different, which was also amazing. We also went owl watching one day, and it was truly amazing as well. This time, we got a few good shots 🙂

The next day was for kayaking through the mangroves. When we reached, it was blazing hot, but midway through the kayaking, it began to rain, and it was simply magical. It was really fun, and our guide, Tanaz, really knew her information. Later that evening, we were also very lucky to see a beautiful rainbow!

The next day, it my dad and my first day out of four days in our PADI Open Water Diving Course, and day 1 was theory day. We were made to watch 5-6 hours of videos, given a big fat textbook to read, and made to do our swimming test (I aced it :P). Diving is something that I always loved, from the age of 7 when I first dived. Anything to do with water, I love. Being underwater is so calming, for me it is nirvana.
The day after was our confined water practicing day. Since there is no swimming pool, we had to do our skills tests off the shore. My mother was leaving back to Bangalore that day, so we said goodbye in the morning and headed off. Our instructor, Juju, would show us a skill, for example mask flooding, etc, and how to overcome it, and then we would do it. Almost everything, was very easy for me, just general knowledge. For my father, he looked at everything in a way as if we had to mug it up, and all. And being pressured that way underwater isn’t a good thing at all, the art of diving comes naturally. We also worked  a lot on our buoyancy, a very important skill in diving.
We came back walking, through the beach, it was wonderful.

with our instructor – juju

An important thing to say is that just a few days before our diving course started, the government put a strike on diving boats, so no company was allowed to take boats for diving, so we had to dive off shore at the Nemo Reef. The next day was our first diving day, where we wold dive twice, each dive about an hour long. We continued working on our skills, and also enjoyed quite a bit and took many pictures. The same thing happened the next day as well.

on the boat – between dives

We left the Andamans as changed people, at least I did. I left as a PADI certified Open Water Scuba Diver, and was told by many instructors that I have the potential to become a professional diver. We made so mny new memories, and the Andamans are relatively close to us, we will definitely be coming back, at least for my diving 😉