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What would you call a place will tall trees, lush greenery, fresh waters and quaint peacefulness? God's Own Garden?  We call it Mawlynnong Read on to Uncover its Mystic Beauty... TripEngineers.com: Mawlynnong: God’s Own Garden! : ‘God’s Own Garden !’ These words excite my senses in an unusual way. My eyes see images of colourful flowers and tall trees, my ears ...

Movies are like Binoculars... you can see the World through them! So here's bringing to you:  Top 10 Movies: That will make you wish you were far away from home !  There are so many names that pop up in our heads when we think of movies that make us want to flee from the monotony of home and life in general Read on to know which movies will transport you to exotic destinations across the Globe! 

Read my blog on Kaziranga National Park here: TripEngineers.com: Kaziranga: Up, Close and Personal with the Wild! We all belong in the wilderness, whether we believe it or not! Our civilization has disillusioned us into believing that we’re differ...

TripEngineers.com: Scuba Dive the Summer away! : The summer is knocking at your doorstep and before you know you’re sweating profusely. The fans and ACs are put to some rigorous work, yet...

So we’ve all written, read, seen or been a part of Mumbai. We know Mumbai for Dhobi Ghaat, for Gateway of India, for Taj and Trident and for Nariman Point. We also identify it with commerce, trade and money. But how many times do we reflect upon the masculinity of Mumbai? Yes, Mumbai is a man and its fast, strong and sturdy life makes all of its inhabitants masculine. So here I am, technically a female Mumbaikar but emotionally a very boisterous individual. My encounters with the Man have been ever since childhood. I grew up brushing against men and women in the buses of Mumbai. I got nudged and pushed in the crowd at major markets. I ran on the railway platform to get to my compartment before the train left. But besides all this, there have been a lot of individual experiences which shaped me into my male self. As a child, I accompanied my dad to a lot of places he went to. He was speed walker. So as much as I hated it, I had to walk super fast to keep pace with him; a...

Ever been to Nagothana? No? Here’s why you should go there... Nagothana is situated in the Raigad district of Maharashtra, about 2 hours from Mumbai by road. The railway station closest to this holiday town is Pen. The feel of Nagothana makes you feel relaxed and rejuvenated. One could also describe it as the countryside of the west. The beauty of this place is enhanced by the mountaintops which tower high and lovingly protect the people of Nagothana. One of the first few observations you’ll make en route to Nagothana is the sudden change of atmosphere; from the smell of car exhaust to the aroma of moist mud, from high rise buildings to low lying hutments and from sites of concrete road and streetlights to those of dried hay and green grass. Once there, it is easy to find accommodation in hotels near the marketplace or in a rented farmhouse by the riverside. Besides the food market, there are other local markets which sell saris in bright colours, enriched with traditional Indian desig...

Bhopal was the venue for our class trip in year 2011. This upcoming visit to the capital city of Madhya Pradesh had raised a lot of expectations, especially in me. I thought of the city as a huge metro with public buses plying through every street. I imagined it to have infrastructure as good as New Delhi and people as casual and carefree as in Mumbai. The actual city however was a comfortable combination of both the conventional and the contemporary. Old Bhopal , which was our prime site of visit, reflected the aura the reigns of yesteryears. It spoke of the majestic dynasties and made a spectacle of its enormous and magnificent architecture. Venerable Antique: The bus ride from Bhopal Railway Station to the Old City, from across the dazzling Upper Lake, takes one through gigantic gates overhead and exposes one to sights of people plying on motorcycles and rickshaws. With its large Islamic influence, one spots a Mosque, big or small, alternating every three residential buildings i...

There are a billion Indians and a billion Indias. Each person belongs to his own India. Overtly there’s a shining India versus a slumdog India, a progressive India versus a regressive India, people’s India versus government’s India and lastly an Indian’s India versus a foreigner’s India. But to every Indian, their India carries a distinct and a different significance. For some, India is all about education, for the others it’s about democracy. It could be about industrialization, urbanization and infrastructure. India might be synonymous to abandoning of dowry or effort to curb female foeticide or something as basic as soil for production. For me however, India is a land trying to battle all hardships. Yes, India has its problems like poverty and malnutrition. But how often do we give India a leeway for being one of the youngest Independent nations? We are definitely not as progressive as the USA or any other first world country for that matter; but at least we’re trying! I...

In the confines of the ICU, my ailing father laid on his deathbed. He clenched my wrist as tight as he could and whispered to me something that I was unaware of since seven years of my life. He said, “Son, before I go, I want you to know you’re adopted.” And then… Silence! I sit in my seat besides the stretcher, still and stunned. My eyes shoot up instantaneously to look at the woman whom I’d called mother all my life. My glance pierces into her eyes. She turns around and weeps alone, without a shoulder to cry on… without 'my' shoulder to cry on! That night was dark and lonely. I walked to my mother’s room and asked, “Where are my parents? Who are they?” She looked straight at me and without blinking her eyes she said, “Your parents are dead and so is my husband! It’s just the two of us left to live.” I walked back to my room expressionless, just like a zombie! In my bed, I ran over everything over and over again. I lamented, “I’m an orphan. As an orphan, how would my life be?...

Image via: newdresses2011 With the mercury levels rising this summer, people were left weary. It needs no mention that amusement parks all over the country were rejoicing the scorching sun. There was a deluge of people escaping the heat and chilling on nerve raising rides. This is why, Essel World’s recent hoarding read, ‘When temperature sores, Essel World roars.’ However, there are scores of other positives to this summer. Obviously, we all believe that the grass is greener on the other side. But let’s look at this objectively. How many of you’ll have pulled out hats, shades, printed summer Tees, Skirts and Cargos from the remotest corners of your wardrobe? I’ve been noticing a change in my styling ever since the advent of Mumbai’s Summer Months. Here, We’ve got extreme heat and extreme downpour. However the irony of nature id this that we have the mildest winter India could ever witness! Ah! Never mind that. So talking about styling; winters are always great because you go shopping...