Help me reach Antarctica #6

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So my travels have been full of capturing/photo documenting of that beautiful side of nature that John Keats has melodiously captured in his poem Endymion.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: 
Its loveliness increases;
it will never pass into nothingness.

As much as this documentation is a reminder of ‘embracing tininess’ of the nature, it is also a collection of a different kind, a collection that reminds me of my connection with nature. It’s in this tininess that I’ve found that abode where I can release all my banal absorption with life, and pause for a few moments to embrace the present moment, and most of those moments have been during my travels to different places, making me more
mindful of the value of the beauty of nature.

But do you really need to understand all these details about me to fully understand my purpose? Well, yes…

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Help me reach Antarctica #5

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There must be something about nature that made Thoreau to move out of Harvard University, give up his job, his life in the city, and go live by a pond named Walden; When George Hillary, a British mountaineer who died on Everest during his third expedition there in 1924, was asked by the New York Times why he wanted to climb Everest, he famously answered, ‘Because it’s there;’  Fawcett, a British explorer, journeyed into Amazon in the early 20th century to explore the lost civilization of the ‘Land of Z;’ Christopher Mc Candless dedicated his life to find his way up to the North as he lived his last few days in Alaska, into the wild; surely something would be there about nature, something so overwhelming that these explorers couldn’t hold that thirst in themselves any longer and so pushed themselves out of the…

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Help me reach Antarctica #4

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It’s a bit vague for an Indian journalism student to be lost in stories of Walden (by Henry David Thoreau), worse (apparently from the ‘career direction’ perspective) when those adventures drive her to go the other way around and pursue post-graduation in English Literature. But there I was, wondering why would anyone abandon civilization and stroll his life sucking the marrow of life out of these pathless woods!
That’s how even my travels were motivated now, to find that unknown answer to an unknown question from the stories of Leo Tolstoy, Jack London and Henry David Thoreau.


Travelling wasn’t just a matter of  a break anymore; it became a matter of inward recluse. Whether it was trekking in the Garwahal range of Lansdowne or hitchhiking in the forests of Gir, my travels were inspired from the stories of these writers and thinkers who had found something inspiring in…

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Help me reach Antarctica #3

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Let’s begin from the beginning?
My love for nature bloomed with the beautiful bougainvillea flowers outside my house in Delhi. As a child, I have left that house for school every morning capturing just the beauty of those beautiful flowers, those bright colors to sooth that adamant child I was who didn’t want to go to school. I’ve grown up collecting those fallen flowers in my verandah to stick them up in my art books. It had pained me most deeply when one day that bougainvillea bush had to be cut down for its branches had acquired termite.

That’s how it all began, and that’s how my love for the bougainvillea flowers became so popular in my writings and that’s how my peers started addressing me as the ‘bougainvillea woman!’

Of course this wasn’t just the reason I know so much about different types of flowers today; it was one…

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Help me reach Antarctica #2

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Fade in…

Day (Period: unidentified time in my childhood)

Location- outside home

The 30-year-old Jamun tree stands tall outside our house. The residential society office has sent a notice to our neighbors to take it down. My grandmother and Mrs. Malhotra (next door neighbor) talk as I play in the verandha, eavesdropping on what they are discussing.

Mrs. Malhotra: How will they ever understand the importance and value of this tree?

My grandmother(with immovable grit): It’s not just a tree. It’s a part of our co-existence here. We will have to fight our way for the tree, for the beauty, for the memory and for the monotony we share with this tree.

20748131_1135094816591890_3596950189927903176_o This Jamun tree is over 35 years olf :’) and continues to stand tall and beautiful!

My sensitivity towards nature has been honed over the years because these childhood memories left an impression me. Being a…

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Help me reach Antarctica! #1

Help me reach Antarctica to fight climate change!

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Help me reach Antarctica!

I have great news to share 😀
I have been selected to go to the IAE (International Antarctic Expedition) 2018 organized by 2041 Foundation. The 2041 foundation is started by world renowned environmentalist, Robert Swan (The first person to walk on the North Pole and South Pole, pretty cool right? 😀 )

IMG_2655 (1)I happen to be one of the 80 people selected from all over the world who get selected to go to Antarctica. I’m the only writer on board. This is a once in a life opportunity for me to make a meaningful journey to Antarctica and then come back and make a difference in my society by exhausting my potential as a writer. I need to raise 14 lakh rupees as the expedition cost out of which I’m trying to raise 5 lakhs till 7th September 2017 through crowdfunding.

It’s a big dream…

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A Death in the Gunj: The End.

(Talking movies, differently #8)
(Contains spoilers)

So what happened? Did Shutu die?

As I write this blog post I don’t know whether I want to focus on the end more or what lead to an ending like that. Surely A Death in the Gunj was a beautifully directed movie for it kept foreshadowing an impending death and kept leaving the end of the plot in the nuances of its making; only it didn’t serve the audience an expected revelation or in a more colloquial sense, ‘refused to spoon feed the audience.’

Why is the audience forced to think about the end? A movie that so plainly laid all its characters in place, didn’t adhere to the ‘thriller-drama’ formula instead chose to drop hints with extreme close up shots since the very beginning of the movie, why did it not say just what happened in the end? I think it is a classic case of drop the details and weave your version as to what just happened. I guess it was a brilliant move to involve the audience into the story to decide what happened in their version of the story.

In my version of the story the threat to the identity and roles of a gender was so exhaustively tackled that the threat barely seemed like a threat, yet had the potential to play with the audience, and was shot dead in the socially acceptable construct of toxic masculinity.

So, what happened in your version of the story? Or was there ever a version?


Was there a reason why Shutu and Tani went along well? Maybe Shutu even found some solace in the un-tainted perspective of Tani’s world.