At 14500 feets, the Saach Pass is higher than the more famous and tourist savvy cousin Rohtang Pass in Himachal Pradesh. The pass leads to the Pangi Valley.
Chamba is situated in the banks of River Ravi. Ancient Vedic texts call it “Iravati”, which of course is much more feminine and alluring.
In order to overcome the socialist guilt of excessive consumption at McLeod Ganj, I decided to undertake the Triund Trek the next day.
At McLeod Ganj the milieu is incredibly cosmopolitan and the hotels, restaurants and their menus are tailor made to cater to the Occident.
A short trip to Jaipur visiting Jantar Mantar and Amer Fort.
The high concentration of rhinos make them easy to spot in Pobitora. Where else would I just stop your car and see rhinos in the wilderness from the highway?
A traveller disillusioned by the familiar and fascinated with the unknown.
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Earlier this month, I passed through Rajasthan with stops at Jodhpur and Jaipur and then I travelled to Dharamshala and then moved to Chamba and finally climbed up the majestic Sach Pass.
The Kas Plateau or Kaas Plateau is a southern valley of flowers that comes alive merely for a month or two in the late monsoons. Bad weather almost ruined my trip, here is what I could salvage.
Although Durga Puja is mostly a festival of Eastern India, smaller scale celebrations can be found in most places in India, generally organized by Bengali communities living in the respective locations.
Despite the unfamiliarity, I must say that there is a certain allure associated with Latin American nations. These postcards from Costa Rica verify that.
I was just wandering on the streets when I realized that tomorrow is Ganesh Chaturthi. The realization would not have been so delayed and subdued
The hinterlands in Assam are all about rivers and paddy fields. So, that is what I bring you today.
Last year, I made a brief visit to the Goalpara, a district in Assam on the southern bank of the Brahmaputra river.
Last month I made a short one day trip to Pondicherry. It was ill planned and ill timed.
The combination of rain, streetlights and struggling passersby was comparatively compelling.
Birds, backwaters, houseboats… everything that one would expect from a trip of Alleppey and Kumarakom.
This is a special post on the forthcoming 38th Karbi Youth Festival.
NONE of these photographs are mine. I’m doing this post as a
So, eventually I decided to capture Bangalore as it is, the branded city complete with the lonely Ronald McDonald, the Oreo diving into milk and a shapely derriere personifying capitalist lust.