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TRAVEL ,TRAVEL AND TRAVEL…..

Fortunate is one, whose liking, interest, hobby, goals- both short and long time, profession, recreation, recuperation, yearning and purpose is all the same. The world has lately illuminated us gleefully with the old wise words “Love what you do and do what you love.” But making your passion and liking the sole purpose of life is a different thing. And when you are all worn out and exhausted and your body and soul snivel to recline, the recuperation you choose  is again your job, passion and liking, all being the same. Doesn’t that sound tuneful to the ears? And I, who for a long time busily awed the lives of these fortunate, lately, without much scepticism blithely discovered myself to be one among these fortunates I envied. I tag myself, a travel junkie, a wanderlust or any word that portrays my soul’s ever longing for new travels.

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      Why do I nomer myself a “travel junkie”??? Is that cause I’ve explored most parts of the hidden world.? NO!!!! In fact I’ve explored only a handful of places. But travel excites me. Any time I get an off from my jog-trotty life, the recuperation my body and heart immediately chooses is TRAVEL. Nothing can be more stirring to a brain that spends days, apprehending on ” A visit to where can make the week astounding??”. New places, new air, new folks, new food and new skies is all the child and woman in me squalls for. Travel excites me in the same way as a taffy world would do with a kid. Nothing satisfies me like exploring new places everywhere I go. In fact, travel is the only thing I never grow tired of. When it comes to travel, long walks, harsh sun, dirty roads, uncomfortable beds and unclean bathrooms never bother me. As long as I’m  travelling, I’m as happy as a clan. And if you are a travel junkie as well, then here are a few interesting , easily mispronounced, hard to say “TRAVEL WORDS ‘.

 

  1. WANDERLUST

The term “Wanderlust” originates from the German words wandern meaning “to hike” and lust meaning “great desire”. In modern German, the use of the word Wanderlust is less common and it has been replaced by Fernweh, literally meaning “crave for travel”. 

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2. TRAVEL JUNKIE

The word junkie means “an addict or enthusiast of something”. Hence a travel junkie in other words is a “Travel Addict”.

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3. CODDIWOMPLE

This is one cute sounding word I love adding into my paragraphs when I put my travel experiences in writing, coddiwomple. Coddiwomple is to travel in a purposeful manner towards a vague destination. This makes it obvious, why I’ve named my blog “CODDIWOMPLE”, cause that’s what I do.

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4. FERNWEH

Fernweh is a German word meaning “Far sickness”, the term “fern” meaning “far” and the term “weh” meaning “pain”. Fernweh is an ache for distant places and a crave for travel,  stronger than wanderlust.

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5. RESFEBER

The new word resfeber served to our literary plates from the Swedish origin describes the restless race of the traveller’s heart when he is about to embark on a new adventurous travel, when anxiety and anticipation are entangled together. And this is the best kind of anxiety I ever get filled with, the adrenaline rush as I even plan on my new trip.

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6. WAYFARER

A wayfarer is a person who travels and explores new places, on foot. First recorded in 1400- 50, wayfarer is from the late Middle English word “weyfarere”,  “wey” meaning “way” and the term “faren” meaning “to go on a journey”.

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7. SOLIVAGANT

A solivagant is a lone wanderer characterised by rambling alone and solitary wandering. The term solivagant is derived from the Latin word “solivagus”, the term “solus” meaning “alone” and the term “vagans” meaning “wandering”.

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8. ECDEMOMANIA

According to psychiatry, ecdemomania is a morbid impulse or obsession to travel or wander around. The mania instigates a compulsive wandering away from home. It is derived from a Greek word “ecdemo” meaning “wandering away from home”.

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9. PERIPATETIC

A peripatetic is a person who travels from place and place, a nomad. The word peripatetic is derived from the Greek word “peripatetikos” and the Old French word “peripatetique” meaning “walking up and down”.

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10. NEMOPHILIST

A nemophilist is a person who is fond of forests or woods, a haunter of the woods. It is derived from the Greek word “nemos” meaning “wood” and “philos” meaning “loving”.

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These travel words can make your travelogues rich and flamboyant and your travels can make your life variegated and prismatic. Travel can help you escape the scuffles of life. Make a wayfarer, Coddiwomple and resfeber places to refill the pockets of life. If you ever desire to fall sick, then desire to be affected by ecdemomania!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

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STORY OF THE CHOSEN FAMILY!!!

Finding pals who can make you feel all cosy and pacific is never an easy task . Anticipating such cordial relationships with the opposite sex can often be a tough row to hoe, though only till you find your copy books. Being a part of the girls squad all time, I’ve more often wondered ” What would it be like, to be that one girl in an all guy friends gang!! Perhaps not too easy… but must be definitely exciting!!! Perhaps not a very comforting bond!!! Or perhaps, I’m wrong ….”  I was always flooded with such doubts. And then I found these “LOVES OF MY LIFE”, my coolest guy friends. And being best friends with such right guys as mine, is a whole new territory, in fact completely blissful. There’s something astounding about spending your life with such a solid group of coolest guys, and have each other’s back no matter when or what.  Here are a few things that the “Only girl in an all guys gang” can alone experience and enjoy.

 

WIERD LOOKS THAT TURN INTO DEEP STARES!!

Though you know it’s cool and okay to hang out with your guys and live in each other’s pocket, the folks around you wouldn’t necessarily find it much cool. Every time you walk with your guys, laugh aloud with them, hang around them , you’re gonna be stared at and judged. Your girl acquaintances might keep their distance from you. You may even be titled the “Spoilt Brat”.  But who cares, until your squad loves you and you love them back.

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LESS DRAMA!!

When you are one among an all guys gang, there is always less drama. There’s absolutely nothing to be jealous of each other. None holds a green-eye in the gang. All you care about is some good flavoured popcorn and Netflix and hence absolutely no time for any drama!!!!

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ABSOLUTELY NO GOSSIPS , NO SECRETS!!!

When with your boys, you have nothing to gossip about. What other guys think of you is no longer a pain in your ass!!! All your squad talks and argues about is cars, bikes, sports, movies and some politics. More importantly, you do not hold secrets from each other. You know each other perfectly well, that your flaws never change your feelings for each other. Any time you go off the track, your boys are right behind, to put you back on track….!!!

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LATE NIGHT ICECREAMS AND PIZZAS

No matter how late or how early, your boys are always all ready for a hang out, some quivery music and to grab some food. And with your boys around you, none would dare to mess with you. Naturally, you are more secured and protected than any other girl out there!!! Anytime they smell trouble for you, you are encircled by your heroes – to rescue!!!

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LONG VACAYS

With your boys, you can hit timely vacations to any unknown corners at any time. Your guys are always geared up for some adventure and fun.  But you never really plan an agenda, cause your boys are gonna hate schedules and following one is only going to make things messy…. And there is gonna be no room for more than a hand luggage, hence you got to stop hoarding!!!

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YESSSS!!!!

Your boys may never flood you with praises, instead they slap you with realities. These guys never talk behind your backs nor give up on you, simply cause you are theirs. Everyone in the gang enjoys the freedom to be what they actually are and wins a return of love for it. All you have to do is “BE YOU” to fit among them!!!

 

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DUDE OR BRO!!!

Your guys rarely consider you a girl and weird nick names seldom make you forget your own. But in fact, you are the only GO – TO GIRL for your gang of guys who are still hankering to figure out the female mind. More often, you are just another dude or another bro, except when they need advice about their crushes or to decode the text messages they receive from their crushes. Only can you coach them on some romance and relationship issues.

 

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NO MUCH DRESSING UP!!!!!

Your lads are not gonna  tolerate you dressing up for hours like a Disney princess. A pair of faded jeans and a t-shirt and a pair of sneakers would absolutely do great. Your unbrushed  hair  and ungroomed nails matters not to them. You need not own a great number of Mac shades to win their awe. All you got to do is “BE YOU” to fit with your boys. No matter how you look, you belong with them….

 

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STYLIST FOR YOUR GUYS!!!

Often you get to help your guys choose their attire and you work to make them look all handsome and gentlemanly. There is honestly only One person who can make your boys look all impressive to other girls- it’s YOU!!!

 

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THICK – SKINNY

Your boys train you to be  easy going.  You will eventually have a thick skin. And when you try to complain, they make you toughen up. Whether you choose to use it or not, you tend to know more swear words and abuses than an average girl. And when it comes to dirty jokes, you give them a stiff competition. The meaner the jokes, the better they are. Even if it is directed at you, you know that your boys love you. Often you  gonna have to join them in their wrestling matches… and born a girl is not gonna win you their mercy!!!

 

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NO SPARE CLOTHES

Anywhere you go, you don’t necessarily have to carry an extra pair of clothes. Their jackets and comfy clothes, which can be a bit oversized will do a good job on you!!!!

 

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A COOL BROTHER

Your lads might be all cool and easy going, but they also simultaneously become your brothers. If you gonna be bitchy, you gonna piss them off!!! You are safe, as long as you stay on the right track.

 

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BABY SIT………..

Sometimes, you’re basically their mother, and you need to make the rational decisions. You got to teach them stuff, be difficult with them at times, pat them an encouragement and sometimes soothe them and then attack them with some grave advice…. only cause their happiness is all that matters to you!!!!

 

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Doesn’t that sound blissful as I mentioned at the start???

SOMETIMES A GIRL NEEDS A MALE’S PERSPECTIVE!!!! My three loved ones out there, though we haven’t yet spent much days together, we are already an elated family. Thank you for your endless laughter, merciless sarcasm, care and love. Sometimes when no one cares, you guys always make a point to show that each one of you do. You boys talk sense into me when I’m being ridiculous. Thank you for the adventures and the risks you readily take only to keep me with you!!!! I can always count on you to be up for anything, and I know it’ll be a blasssstttt…. Nothing is better for the soul than blaring music and singing my heart out in the car with you!!! We often don’t sing but croak…. Who cares !!! It gets us happy!!!! And nothing can turn to be a more proud moment for me, than beating you three in all those card games. Thank you for encouraging and supporting me. Thank you loves, for being that “cannot- do without” part of me and for making me a part of you!!! LOVE YOU!!!!

YOUR BEST FRIEND

 

 

 

 

 

 

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CHOOSE NOT TO BE SLAVED!!!

 

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“In this male dominated society of ours”, “The male chauvinistic age”  have been the customary starts of most of the discourses and arguments orated by the feminist in me. But Maduri Dixit’s “LADKAE ROTE NAHI”  a short 2 minutes durated promotional video, made the feminist in me brood over the charge of male domination.

Do men dominate women?? or Are they simply forced to, to prove themselves?? Are we women being subjugated or  Are we subjecting ourselves to it?? Is the society  coercing man to dominate their opposite sex? Is domination made a significant parameter to determine the manhood of a male? Too many queries to ponder over!!!!

 

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The gender stereotypes are sown deep into an infant right after the baby’s first squall. The mo you pick blue for your baby boy over pink ,that you strictly take to be a girl’s colour, you spread the gospel “Champ!! You are a boy and not a girl to pick pink!!!” What does the world preach the toddling buck who weeps as he fumbles on the ground?? “Champ!!!! Strong boy you are… Not a mewling girl!!!” And as the lad grows to be a man he gleans these same words at every stage of his life and at all times he weep, no matter what the conjunction because has to offer, trivial or serious. Meanwhile, what does a growing lady grasp from the society?? “Men must be strong …but I needn’t necessarily be!! A girl is privileged to stay week and bawl all day!!! Or perhaps it is  weakness and easiness to shed tears that defines us!!”  Dolorously, none of us , the  women want to be proved something that we aren’t. Hence we tend to now and then nod to the society’s blind fact that ” I, a woman,  should be dominated by a man. “ And more often, we women voluntarily surrender to the dominance of the opposite sex ,to merely prove our gender.

 

What does media infuse into the minds of our young men?? Movies of all times, have successfully spread the doltish idea that women are fragile and need men to rescue them from situations, restore them back to their cosy, safe nests.  Disney movies do not fail at its task as well. While, there are a lot of stories featuring queens and princesses who happen to kick butts: Game of Thrones, Star Wars, Avatar , Disney  portrays  Princesses,  idly anticipating the arrival of their Prince Charming. Unlike the Daenerys Targaryen in GOT , Disney presents Princess Aurora , who waits all her life for her Prince,  to rescue her from the swoon she falls into. Such fragile portrayals however, without fail win the awe of their audience. The fragile, sweet beauties are not merely admired, but adored as idols. Women dream of such fairy tales and choose to be such enchanting but fragile, dependent princesses over strong living examples like MalalaYousafzai , Nimko Ali and a million others.

 

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WHEN SNOW WHITE FELL IN LOVE WITH JON SNOW !!!!

 

When all we spoon our young lads with is the chalk talk that female are fragile, dependent and desperately turn to the strong men for rescue, how can we presume that men dominate women?? Aren’t they being forced to act superior? .”  We women will continue to be dominated unless we realise that True women are strong women. Unless we learn to respect, rescue and relieve ourselves we never truly seek justice against the agony we suffer. Let’s raise our future lil ones edifying them ” Champions neither cry nor let others cry.”

 

 

 

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Why I write!?

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It is often said” Not always can words  explain thoughts to the fullest.” Be it the peaceful comeliness that a sunrise swarms our soul with or the sight of terrible poverty that strikes our soul with deep sorrow ,is believed to be best portrayed only through paintings and sketchings, rather than words. But this is definitely not my cup of tea. The very minute my mind witnesses or experiences something provoking joy or sorrow, colourful and beautiful WORDS are what that smothers my mind. Words are not just a group of letters but a bunch of emotions. How beautiful does it sound when you can speak happiness?? Words do not exaggerate, they unveil realities. I love words , and this is why I write and don’t paint. The whole process of collecting beautiful words and weaving them together to share some beautiful memory is as exciting as brewing a perfect cup of aromatic coffee.Writing helps me enjoy the taste of words and makes my memories further aromatic and savouring. A cup of perfectly brewed coffee and a topic to write about is all what is needed to make my day an extra special one.

 

 

 

Little France!!!

Residing in a metropolitan city, in what other way could you plan your weekend rather than in crowded malls, pubs, inoxs or extravagant dinings or a perfect long slumber in your cosy bed under the red linens ?? This has been my weekend routine since a couple of years. And it hit me for the first time on one similar weekend in a rooftop dining , as me and my friend chumbled  the Mexican burritos, though it was a life in the fast lanes my weekends have become as monotonous as Prof. John’s plodding lecture on his matrimonial research. Pubs and lavish dinners seemed flat. And then for the next few weekends I chose my red linen and netflix over the lackluster visits to rackety malls. But no sooner than I got bored being a couch potato, I resolved to plan my weekends to escape the humdrum.

 

         But this time I knew what I would stick to!!!! Road trips, camping, trekking, beachs, campfires, barbecue dinners….What not !!! I perched on my couch with my MacBook and after scrutinizing Safari’s ideas , reminding my anxiety to visit the party town about my financial crunch, chose a jaunt not to France, but to the small Indian territory of  French  flavours,Puducherry. Beachwears…Sunglasses..Sunscreens….!!!Hmmm …Interesting!!! The idea of being able to pull out my canon 70d , peach Instax and my travel diary after coon’s age already tinged my curious cheeks red. With all the requisites  dumped into my small sized TH trolley , I finally boarded my bus after quiet a chase, punctuality being my Achilles heel. 

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With a rash driver controlling the steering wheel, reaching the French capital even before the night sky creaked red, was least confounding. I lurched out of the bus and before I could close my eyes to enjoy the sweet aura of the wee hours, my baggage was grabbed from my hold and thrown into an autorikshaw . A man with a vermillion smeared forehead, welcomed me grinning from ear to ear . And without second thoughts, I asked him to rush to the beach, to capture the magnificent glimpse of the sun rise. Now, you cannot guess the chimera a lateriser like me would be enchanted with, by such a rare sight. The autorikshaw screeches to a hault at the beach and my jaw drops!! The brisk mankind had commenced their day, even before the sun . I settled on a clumpsy rock and awaited the sunrise, enjoying the sweet fragrance of the sea weeds that lingered in the air. Suddenly the colourless sea seemed to reveal itself and the sky was tinted red. For a mo, the whole world paused to recline. Benumbed , I witnessed light eliminating the darkness. The beach was filled with a multilingual cacaphony and the “clack clack ” of cameras followed. Though only after a short delay, I managed to capture the beauty in my Instax. After an hour of contemplation on nothing and everything, I rose to leave.

 

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Along the way, the smiling autorickshaw wala quickly mapped the place to me. The idea that I could rent bikes and scooters during my stay there excited me. I checked in at a cosy lodging at a stone’s throw from the Rock beach.  After my ablusions, garbed in my pale pink tees and faded blue jean I was all primed to explore the French capital. Down the street, was a bike rental shop. And my adrenaline rush though!!!!! The young shop man suggested I picked one from the ” for women” scooters . But my choice,  the only  “Green Continental GT in the  shop laughably biwildered the man.

 

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          Then I geared up into the wind. Wowww mannn!!! Could things get more better!?? And it did!!! “The Rock beach”  and it’s aura of peace. The clear blue tides hit the rocks at ease. I was awestruck . The clear blue field seemed to depict the vast expanse of beauty in life. After an hour of contemplation, i sauntered through the untarnished streets lined with majestic French efidice. Oh man !!! The French are true architects!!! After an hour’s walk ,my bowel was already gurgling for some toothsome  Hachis Parmentier and Pot-au-feu .  I stopped at a tavern “The Pasta Bar Vento”. It was a cosy wooden building with upholstered furniture.  I sipped my Cabernet franc and munched hungrily ,with Calvin Harris crooning “This is what you came for'” in the background.

 

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        Then I sped away on my Continental GT to the Chunnambar backwaters in Kadalur road to sail to my next destination “The Paradise Beach”.  This tropical paradise is flanked by a quiet- flowing creek on one side. I sailed on a small  tourist boat ,accompanied by a trio of passangers to the small sandy beach. This is a clean beach suitable for water fun games . Though the beach seemed quiet deserted , towards the evening it was fully packed with families . Children were working busily with their sand castle tools. The place and it’s ambience offered a good photography session. At about half past five we set sail back to the backwaters. On our way back , I witnessed yet another majestic panoply of the sun, the sunset.

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       After the long day ,now I had to rush back to board the bus, that is to my routine. I      was already reeling with the thoughts of the dreary Mondays  and Tuesdays that are to follow. Who wouldn’t fear the dreary routine after such a tryst with nature!!?