Kalyani Nagar, Pune

I remember Pune fondly. My mother had bought a house there. Dad and I used to travel there often, sometimes sister used to accompany us. Those days were the happiest days of my growing up. I had just learnt driving, I was 14/15. We had a beautiful brown Toyota which drove like a dream.

Since the building was new. The bathrooms in the house with hot and cold showers felt like being in a hotel and not a house. Mother was very vulnerable as her daughter had fled and married to a guy she didn’t approve off.

Is that when people are most vulnerable they are at their kindest best. Emotional Pain can make you blind to other people’s fault’s.

Pune was so beautiful. The winter actually felt like winter, unlike mumbai weather where we get 4 days of winter in a year from Dec 25th to 1st of Jan.

Pune is also where I went to do my diploma in Engineering. I didn’t enjoy my Engineering days. I felt I was sick or sleepy most of the time. I never attended any classes. Still I managed to pass is some kind of miracle.

My favourite place that time in Pune was M G Road. The walk there was very pleasurable. Those high shopping streets are vibrant with life.

Oh! Pune I miss you!

Lets go on a Vacation – Poverty Tourism

She asked where should we go on vacation?

She says – Check how many countries I have marked RED. There is no place I can think off for a vacation. I have been globe trotting since I was a teenager.

I said, how about some poverty tourism then? Don’t you want to experience how the poor live?
I argued – Poverty Tourism is better than all other kinds of tourism. I mean how much good food can you eat? How much luxury a Sybarite like you can indulge in?

I further argued for poverty tourism – You have never seen the drama of death when you travel to these exotic place. The poor are dying everyday. The story about death’s make the ultimate story. When life is hanging on a thin thread. We can watch it and applaud, cry , laugh.

We can disguise our selves as poor and go hungry to see how it feels not to eat. We can throw our credit card and cash in the sea and then see how it feels to be poor. We can see how it feels to not have money, when we are too sick and need to go to a doctor?

My arguments fell on her deaf ears. She said, Go ahead, do that. I will wait for you to come back, if you ever come back.