Do forevers exist?

While people are busy earning money or thinking about getting decent jobs, are they forgetting love in the process?

Love is a four lettered word but only some get to feel the abbreviation of it.

What is love? Love can be defined as an intense feeling of affection with no limits or conditions for a person. Everyone teaches us about love, but no one tells us what happens when that love disappears into thin air and leaves us heartbroken. We start self doubting ourselves. It must have been my fault, I must have done something, maybe I don’t deserve him/her.

A break up might hurt your self esteem, but if you tell yourself you are more independent it counter balances that – Ty Tashiro

Break-ups are stressful. It is no surprise that they are associated with a decrease in psychological well-being. And your well-meaning friends – hoping to protect you from further heartbreak – will warn you not to rush into a new relationship.

Cold Mess by Prateek Kuhad

When a heartbreak happened I asked myself “Do forevers exist?”. The answer No. Why? Because nothing lasts forever. You cannot be happy forever, you will have an equal share of love, happiness and sorrows. Why do we even say forever when it’s not meant to be. Marriages are breaking, heartbreaks happen often, people are stressed due to making false promises and not being able to fulfill them.

What is this forever love concept? Forever love is built over time. It is only obtainable when you have made a conscious decision to stay in a relationship no matter what. It is when your relationship has a strong bond of trust, and you know that you are determined to continue loving that person no matter what. But does it really exists? Or the bollywood industry has made us to see it that way. Can people be in love forever?

When he left me, I only thought about myself, I only thought how will I ever move on,where did I went wrong, he’s being selfish and heartless. But you know what after some time I realised that I was wrong. I was wrong because I was only thinking about myself. He was right when he said that he cannot commit at an age where he is already burdened with completing his degree, earning a decent job, paying off debts of his father. He was right that he wants to make mistakes and learn from them and a love if its meant to be it will be. I believe in destiny. He was right that if he would have ended it after another five years it would have been more difficult, if he would have cheated on me he would have died of guilt, he wants to come back but after genuinely realising his love and then that love will win against all odds and we would come together with more energy and commitment. He was right it wasn’t an overnight decision for him, he was right that I’ll think bad of him at first but later realize everything. I didn’t understand it then but I do now. I really respect his decision. I don’t hate him but I don’t love him either now.

Our year-long love had its best moments, moments of love and laughter. We also had our share of fights and our sweet gestures for each other. Our day started with each other and ended smiling with each other. I don’t have any regrets and feelings of self doubt now. I cherish what we had and remember the good times. I love myself and that’s the most important thing you got to have for moving on. Trust me.

A lesson of self love :

Be brave enough to take off the masks you wear out there and get to know who you are underneath. Say to yourself I love myself the way I am, I love my body. Be vulnerable enough to accept your flaws and know that they are what make you human; they are what make you real. Be confident enough to accept and cherish your strengths. Don’t minimize them or hide them.. They are your beautiful gifts to share with the world. Be brave enough to say, you know what, all of this is who I am. I make so many mistakes. I can be forgetful, I am messy. But… I am doing my best with what I’ve got. And I am so proud of that. I am so proud of me. And I am proud of who I am becoming.

I’m sure many of you must have experienced a heartbreak or an emotional breakdown.

Remember : Everything happens for a reason.

I hope I could manage to cross your minds. I’m glad if I could help someone out there feeling low.

I’m eager to know your experiences and your concept on forevers.

Reviving Indian Tourism post lockdown

Incredible India

One such beautiful country where every year 11 million ie more than 1 crore foreign tourists visit India, which is every year growing at a rate of 3.5%. In fact, the Tourism Industry contributes to 9% of India’s GDP but this amazing trajectory came to a sudden halt due to the pandemic, this has not just affected the economy but has left 12% of India’s population unemployed or jobless and this was the source of income for them to run their household but there is hope and that hope is YOU.

There are many simple ways in which you or anyone of us can make a difference and help in reviving the Tourism Industry.


Explore India

Every year, 5 crore Indians travel outside India ie. to a foreign country. Now, how about we explore our country first, did you know that each state in India is equivalent to a foreign country.

Gulmarg of Kashmir has more beautiful mountains than Switzerland, Meghalaya is known as the Scotland of the East, Radhanagar beach in Andaman is regarded as Asia’s best beach, Tulip Garden of Uttarakhand is bigger than the tulip garden of Amsterdam. So, before you explore the world, explore your own country.

Gulmarg, Kashmir
Radhanagar Beach, Andaman


Stay at local Hotels, Palaces, and Homestays.

India is known for its rich history and culture and there are many such forts and palaces that are converted into a hotel which are usually run by locals or natives. There are many beautiful homestays in India, where you can explore its local food, culture, and language and an added plus in many homestays, there are no hosts, so you can get the entire house and kitchen for yourself in the new place maintaining 100% social distancing.

My stay at Jaipur

Well, as a travel blogger, most of our trips are already planned and we stay in a hotel but whenever I come across the opportunity to learn closely about the destination, I ensure I visit the local’s house. Sharing food, listening to their endless stories, learning their language is a unique experience and you get to know much about the place, in this manner, you also help them.


Gorge on Local Food

It is a popular saying that goes like “If you want to know the culture of a place, explore its local cuisine”. Indian food is like Indian culture, extremely diverse and extravagant and food is not just limited to butter chicken, paneer makhanwala, and biryani. Every corner of India has invented its own food, Wazwan meal from Kashmir or Daal Baati Churma from Rajasthan, you will experience a difference.

Wazwan, Kashmir
Daal Baati Churma
Food map of India

So, bring out the desi foodie in you and visit local restaurants to gorge on local food just like them.


Shop at local markets

Who doesn’t love shopping while traveling in India, but next time before shopping from the high-end brands, do visit local markets Souvenirs jewelry, clothes, handicrafts, the streets of India has everything to offer. Delhi’s Dilli Haat or Shillong’s Bara Bazar or Jaipur’s Bapu Bazaar, in every city or village of India, you’ll get something that is special to the place. Well, this provides an income and encouragement to the local art and artisans.

Bapu Bazar, Jaipur
Dilli Haat, Delhi

And in fact, I have experienced this myself. When I traveled to Jaipur, I visited the local craftsmen and discovered exquisite blue pottery. Every minute spent there was magical and learning about the explicit designing of the pottery and the hard work and history behind making them from the artisan itself was an enriching experience.

Blue pottery, Jaipur


Use Local Transport

Yellow taxi from Kolkata or cycle rickshaw from Lucknow, a boat ride from Varanasi, the houseboat of Kerala or Shikara from Kashmir, use local transport as much as possible. This is not just an enjoyable experience but a unique one too. And their one trip can feed them for a day.

Shikaras in Kashmir
Yellow taxi, Kolkata


Teach the locals for free

While traveling you may come across many such experiences where you will have to spend your time rather than your money. When you travel to a new place, you definitely learn more but you can also teach them. Teach them about your place, your language, teach them how to expand their business or any new skill which may help them.

It’s me learning Dhunuchi Dance

Few things are priceless and with the learnings drawn from, they will definitely contribute towards the Indian economy in the future if not in present.

And now I request all the local service providers, “Atithi Devo Bhava” which means the guest is God. Whenever a tourist travels to your destination, ensure that you make their experience so memorable that when they return to their place, they recommend your service, your destination to the people they know. Charge a few extra bucks if required but never compromise on quality.

Invest in India and it shall revive itself soon. ‘We’ people are the makers or breakers of a country and we have it in our hands to take India from a developing country to a developed one.

I hope you liked my writings. I would like to hear your thoughts on this too.



Hey everyone!

I was just lying down in my bed when I thought hmmm it’s been a long time since I’ve penned down something. So, here I am...

It was in the month of March when due to COVID -19, we all were quarantined at our respective places. I wasn’t different. The University came to a standstill and so did my MSTs. I was so bored at even the thought of a full month of quarantine but another wave of discontentment came along when I got to know that the lockdown had been increased.

The start is always difficult and in my case it was boring too. Our classes were scheduled online and assignments too. My mom started nagging me Mahima why are you being so lazy? Me – I’m not lazy I’m just chilled out.

Every day seemed boring. To get out of my boring days I decided to help my mom with cooking. It was not long when I started finding it interesting, I thought of cooking something and started watching YouTube videos. So far I had already tried baking a biscuit cake or making Maggi or making an omelet or making chapatis and I was doing well with it so I decided to take the plunge and try my hand at some serious cooking. The first thing I cooked was egg bhurji and let me tell you it wasn’t a disaster.

My newly found love for cooking grew stronger with every passing day. One day just like that something clicked me. That was making my own YouTube channel. Yes, I actually did that.

I cooked all things from easy to difficult.

Collage of the dishes prepared by me during lockdown.

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Well, this cooking thing lasted for a month or two but after that, it ended. Now I had to find something different to do.

I decided to edit my CV and apply online for work from home internships. I started applying. I also enrolled myself in various online courses.

I also decided to read some of the novels which had been ignored for long at my bookshelf.

Some of these included…

The Notebook, by Nicholas Sparks

Turtles all the way down by John Green

P.S. I love you by Cecelia Ahern

1984 by George Ornwell

The Great Gastsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

The abandoned books I discovered

I also watched a few shows on Netflix and the hotstar. I recently watched Stranger Things and Friends and am currently binge-watching How I met your mother.

Watching HIMYM on Hotstar

Soon, I got used to staying at home and working on discovering my hidden self.

At night my family and I, we used to all sit together and share the things we had done all day. I also got to hear some of the most intriguing stories of my family and yes, I never knew I had such an interesting family. Dad also used to sing sometimes and I was like really you sing well dad!

It was all going well until we discovered that we had all gained weight. Oh my! look at my stomach, I frowned looking at the mirror. We knew we had to digest whatever we had relished with full madness and did someone tell us that gaining weight is easy but reducing that weight is difficult.

We all couldn’t agree on one thing so we decided on doing different things. Our area was a safe one and we hadn’t heard of any positive cases nearby so we could roam outside but we took full care. We wore masks and carried sanitizers. Mom decided to walk, dad decided on cycling and me, well i was being too lazy at first to workout, but when my friends and mom pushed me I decided to take the plunge. I decided to do push ups and squats. I also did skipping and sometimes went cycling with my dad. It seemed a bit hard at first but later it seemed fun. Did we loose weight? Well, just a few inches.

In the meantime, I also tried my hand at photography. Which let me tell you went on for a few days.

This is my guitar and my heels

So to sum it all up, my quarantine was a nice time and maybe a break that we had long been desiring for.

So, this was my time spent during quarantine. Tell me yours in the comments section below. I’m excited

The journey so far…

Life is uncertain so why paint the sky as everyone does “blue”. Why can’t we paint it “pink”? Why can’t we paint it the way we want to paint it?

This is my story….

How did writing come to me…?
I didn’t like writing since childhood. Well this kind of surprises me as now I love writing so very much and it has become a part of me. Sometimes we just have to go ahead and try things out, we don’t obviously know that I’ll work out or not but if it does we fall in love with it and if it doesn’t work out, we gain experiences, which later we think it’s sometimes important. Right? Well, hey that’s not only the thing I like, but there are also many. But you know what I’m passionate about? It’s writing. I wish to write books someday soon. I started expressing myself through papers since I was in class 6. Much later in life, I learned about the concept of blogging from my best friend as she wrote blogs. I found it interesting and I was convinced of giving it a try. Well, maybe that’s why I’m here now.
The struggle

When I crossed my teens and reached my twenties, I felt a kind of surprisingly independent and confident, I don’t know what it was hormones I guess? I was over-equipped with thoughts like maybe I should write a book on my life. But I’m still living my life what if I tend to miss an interesting chapter?
I could never paint my sky the color I wanted to paint it with. It was always painted for me, my parents were the painters. I made mistakes in my life. But hey, not everyone’s life is flawless. Right? I trusted someone who didn’t trust me back, I couldn’t make many friends. I couldn’t party at night, I couldn’t go to any of the school trips my classmates went to. I witnessed some of the horrible fights between my parents. I started becoming isolated and started feeling lonely but I found my solace in “books” and in writing my heart out on a piece of paper.

Unfolding my heart

When you are at an actual workplace you realize a lot of things. When we top in our class we feel very proud we feel like we can now do anything it all seems easy. Now when we start working in an actual workplace, we realize that it is different. We feel a lot of pressure that’s because we have never left our home and been in this world. This life teaches you that when you start working in a workplace, a job you realize that here you are all alone and all you have got is your self-motivation and courage. When a month finished, my salary came it was 5000, I thought it as low. But then there were my people who encouraged me. This reminded me of the encouragement my dad gave me…My dad started working at the age of 19. His first salary was Rs 2500. I felt something touch my heart, it was motivation. Motivation to work hard, to achieve success, to face struggle. And at a point, you realize that it was the struggling years which made you who you are. I learned to be independent. I understood the value of being independent. It filled me with a different kind of confidence.

My Internship at Zirakpur

I did my internship at Travelopack, a travel agency at Zirakpur. It lasted for 6 months and I took a pg at Zirakpur.Did I tell you that I haven’t lived alone for such a long time? Well, more than me it was difficult for my parents. My father cried once while seeing me off at the bus stand. I tell you he’s adorable. I took an independent pg. I hired a tiffin service to solve the problem of food. I had to wake up daily at 6 am and go down to the shop to buy milk packets and after coming back to my room, I had to boil them over an induction. Then I had to prepare my breakfast. It was usually cereals with milk or bread with cheese. Then I had to get ready and rush to my workplace. As it was a change of routine for me, I also fell sick sometimes. But I still managed to work. My office timings were from 10 to 7.

The staff there was strict and there was a very quiet environment there, and I often got bored when I didn’t have much to do. I used to call clients and sell them packages. I also gained knowledge about many tourist destinations and made tour packages. In the first few months, I was struggling hard to fit. I used to often get scolded for not paying much attention to my work. However, some days were nice when I also got appreciated. I learned patience and I knew how it felt to step out from my comfort zone. Days went by and I finally bid farewell to Travelopack. I was confident at first, I whispered to myself I can do it! But then life gives you a reality check. The first 2 months were hell, like a living hell, but with encouragement from my friends, I tried pushing myself hard.

My French classes
I spent my first salary on my french classes. I decided to learn French as I wanted to learn it for a long time. I started by registering myself at Alliance Francaise at Chandigarh. I had registered myself at weekend batches at Alliance Francaise, Chandigarh. The timings were 1:30 to 4:35 on Saturdays and 9:30 to 12:35 on Sundays. I had to wake up early and catch a bus from Patiala to Chandigarh.

I thought it’ll be fun. I registered myself at the weekend batches of Alliance. When my marks came of A1. 1, I was disappointed as I had scored less than my peers when I told my dad about it he was calm and said it’s okay to scoreless when you try a thing for the first time. The teachers are great and they teach nicely. I made new friends and I’m having a great time there. …I have till now given many interviews, gone on internships and tried many new things and it has boosted my confidence and made me a woman out of a girl.

Little girls with dreams become women with vision.

I hope you loved reading it as much as I loved writing it. Tell me some of your memories of reaching 20s and your struggles.

Thank You


A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini

Title – A Thousand Splendid Suns

Author- Khaled Hosseini

Publisher – Bloomsbury Publishers

This book will move you, will make you cry, will engulf you and would leave a forever mark in your heart.

I decided to recommend it and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I loved reading and writing about it.

A Thousand Splendid Suns is a story of Mariam who is only fifteen when she is sent to Kabul to marry Rasheed. Nearly two decades later, a friendship grows between Mariam and a local teenager, Laila, as strong as the ties between a mother and daughter.

When the Taliban take over, life becomes a desperate struggle against starvation, brutality and fear. Yet love can move people to act in unexpected ways, and led them to overcome the most daunting obstacles with startling heroism.

A masterful and heartrending narrative, a gripping tale. A powerful portrait of female suffering and endurance under the Taliban.

You will find yourself unable to break from the narrative, gasping as you turn the page, weeping at the predicament of Mariam and Laila.

If you haven’t read it yet be sure to buy it and read it cause once you read it you’ll love recommending it.

I would love to hear your thoughts on this book in the comments section below.


Living with 2 states

Hey there beautiful people reading this. Today I’ve got a very beautiful love story to tell you.

It goes like this…

Once upon a Time in Allahabad (now Prayagraj) an aspiring chef met a very beautiful housekeeping supervisor at a hotel. It was love at first sight for that man. The lady had long black hair, a very cute face brightened with a smile and she had a short height which made her appear more cute. The man was also very handsome he was tall, slim and had a whitish skin colour with red lips adding to his charm. He wore spectacles.

He desperately wanted to talk to that lady but he had a very quiet and reserved nature little did he know that the lady he was staring at loved men like him who had a reserved nature as she felt she was bubbly and talkative so reserved nature would compliment her.

Finally he saw her standing on a road with her friends, he gathered up his courage and asked the lady that he wanted to talk about something in private. She very suspiciously walked aside with that man almost against her wishes. The man proposed her directly for marriage. He said he liked her and that she could think of him and answer him according to her wish. The lady was furious in the first place she told the man, how can you just come over and ask this ? You are just 23 yrs old. You are still struggling with finding a job. The lady took a rikshaw and hurried home in anger.

Later after many futile attempts he finally managed to convince her and she soon reciprocated his love and agreed to marry him.

Now there was just a small issue. Marriage is not only love between two people, it is love between two families. In this case, it was a little complicated as it was not just two families but two communities as well. Yes! It was a love story which had a backdrop of two different communities. The lady was a Bengali and the man was a Punjabi. This was tough convincing both the families for marriage.

Boy’s family – couldn’t you find a tall, good looking Punjabi lady for yourself ? There are many Punjabi ladies waiting to marry you. What did you find in her ?

Girl’s family – couldn’t you find an intelligent, well settled Bengali man ? How will you adjust in a Punjabi family? You don’t even know how to make chappatis. I can find a decent Bengali well settled man for you.

After all this chaos, true love finally made its way to marriage. They were soon happily married. Her in laws taught her to make chappatis and other Punjabi delicacies patiently. They also supported her and helped her in completing her education.

An year passed and a baby girl was born where they resided in Patiala. They named it after much thinking the name which both the families could pronounce properly. After a few years they were settled and are currently professors in a government university.

It has been more than 20 years of them being together, they had their shares of fights, but their love overcame it. They had their shares of ups and downs but they always faced it together.

And this is my favourite love story ever no matter how many romantic novels I read. This love story made me believe in true love and that there are happily ever after marriages.

A marriage made in heaven

The name of their daughter is Mahima Dhillon.

Mom was a Gwalior born and Dad a Patiala born. Mom had only seen patiala in the map of Punjab. She didn’t know that she was destined to be a part of Punjab.

This was a fusion and an intercaste marriage between two entirely different communities. People often tell me that a movie could be made on your life. Just because I’m a fusion of 2 states.

However, I do have both traits of a Bengali and a Punjabi too.

I love eating roshogullah, but I’m also fond of kheer.

I love eating fish but I also like butter chicken.

I love the sweetness in Bengali language but I adore the swag in punjabi language too.

I love singing and I have a fondness for literature but I also love gidda and humming Punjabi songs.

I love Durga puja but I also worship gurus and celebrate Gurupurab.

I love being a part of two amazing communities.

Can I call myself a ‘Benjabi‘ ? (a term invented by me)

A fusion of two communities. People often ask me who are you ? A Punjabi or a Bengali ?

And then, I asked Dad this and he answered –

You represent the true spirit of Unity in diversity.

And to answering your question it doesn’t matter what community you belong to, you are always a human being first.

I loved hearing his words and they will forever be imprinted in my heart.

I hope you enjoyed reading a slice from my life as much as I enjoyed penning it down. I would love to hear your thoughts on my story in the comments section below. And for more stories stay updated.

Thank you!


The unexpected companion

Life has a way of unexpectedly pulling the rug from under your feet. Till it happened to me, I always thought that these are the kind of things that happen to other people. These are the kind of things that happen in Bollywood movies. These are the things that you read or hear about. It can never really happen to you.

Yet it did…

Can you recall the movie ‘ Jab we met’ or ‘DDLJ ‘, now remember the train scenes in both the movies. What was common, that the protagonists meet in a train and their friendship continues forever.

Now just imagine, what if something like that happens to you ? Well, a bit different from these movies but I met someone the same way.

Rewinding a few months from my life.


It was a bright day and I was traveling in a train from Delhi to Patiala with my mom & nani. They had their seats but my seat was in the next row. We had chair car seats as it was an evening journey. I sat down on my seat, I was happy because it was a window seat.

Soon a man, who seemed my age entered and sat beside me. He seemed like some rich man who seemed to call someone or the other almost continuously. I was reading a novel and I was definitely not liking the distraction. 😑😐

I wanted to give something to my mom at a few times and I had to tell him to pass that to her. He seemed happily obliged to serve. I thought hmmm I think he’s cool. 😂😅

You know sometimes it’s like you don’t feel comfortable, you don’t always readily like a person you meet but as time passes you realize his value and his uniqueness.

He finally got a chance to talk to me. We talked about almost everything ranging from our respective universities, our purpose of visiting both the cities, our DOBs and many more. He seemed talkative.

When we were close to reach Patiala, he very sarcastically told me that we have talked a lot but we still haven’t known our names. He told me his name with a formal handshake and I told my name by doing the same. 🤝

When we had reached and it was time for good byes I reached out to him and told him “it was nice meeting you”, he smiled and replied me the same. We waved each other and got off the train. I was smiling ‘he wasn’t that bad ‘. 😅

I hate goodbyes but little did I knew that it was just the beginning of a new story…

Soon, days passed and I was there busy in my work at the University. But suddenly something unexpected happened….

I got his message on my email address which had his cell number. It totally surprised me. If you had seen my expression, you would have been rolling in laughter. Then I remembered giving my email to him in the train. I saved his number in my phone and dropped a ‘hi’ through WhatsApp. 🗨️

A few more minutes and he replied’ hello’. So finally a stranger whom I had just met in train, a few days back had become a WhatsApp friend of mine. Weird naa ?? Wait there’s even more to come…

So, we chatted almost everyday. It felt good talking to him. We even called each other many times. 📞

Gradually, as a month passed, we discovered that we had become the best of friends.

We had the same thoughts ‘ I’m surprised at destiny, I never knew a partner on my train journey would become such a great friend of mine in a short time. ‘

Since, then we never stopped talking to each other. There was no looking back. It was fun.

So, this was my weirdo story.

Life is full of surprises and serendipity. Many unexpected turns take part in the road of life. Planning may miss out some exciting twists and turns. Don’t forget to Live laugh and love .

Our life is a train journey. Many people travel along with us as per their destination…but we get attached only with few co- passengers…not with the entire train passengers.

It happens with us all, somewhere, something unexpected happens and we’re left surprised. I was seeking a friend and I got one in the most unexpected way. 👫

Sometimes what you seek is seeking you.

Well, it was true for me… having experienced it, I can definitely vouch for that.

Like most bloggers, I too think in terms of blog- posts. Any event that occurs in my life immediately goes through an analysis as to whether it can be converted into an interesting blog post.

I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Thanks for taking out your time to read this post. I would love to hear your weird & unexpected stories too in the comments section.

And I’ll see you again with another story soon.


The Royal city Patiala

Hey friends,

Today I’m going to take you on a tour to Patiala. A city which has a lot to offer to every person who visits here. A city which needs to be explored.

Patiala, the city of kings 👑

The Tourism tagline for Punjab is ‘India begins here’ but for Patiala I would love to say ‘Royalitiy begins here’.

Patiala is a city in South eastern Punjab and North western India. Patiala is named after it’s founder Baba Ala Singh who founded Patiala state in 1763. There are 10 gates around the Royal city.

It is the fourth largest city in the state and is the administrative capital of Patiala district. It is one of the famous princely states of erstwhile Punjab.

It has a literacy rate of 75.3% which is decent. Patiala is a very clean and green city. It is pollution free and it’s air is fit for breathing. 🌲

Best time to visit Patiala is from October to February.

You’ll love Patiala for its rich culture. Historical monuments, Shopping hub. Patiala is one of the most safe and secure City for women in India.

This is where I was born, where my childhood memories have been created. This is where I’ve enjoyed the raindrops, the scorching sun and the chilling winters. 🤗

History of Patiala

Patiala is Punjab’s most well-known princely state. Its history, entwined with the lives of flamboyant rulers, has bequeathed it with a rich legacy of art and architecture.

Patiala was a part of Sirhind during the Delhi Sultanate and the Mughal. Following the ascension of Aurangzeb as Emperor, Wazir Khan, the governor of Sirhind, bricked two of Guru Gobind Singh’s young sons alive. This caused widespread anger and disenchantment, leading to many battles between the Sikh and Mughal armies.

Sirhind was destroyed, and Baba Ala Singh carved out an independent principality. He laid the foundation of the Qila Mubarak in 1763, around which the town of Patiala, as we know it now, flourished. One of his descendants, Maharaja Narinder Singh gave the city some of its finest buildings, including the Moti Bagh Palace and the Sheesh Mahal.

Patiala’s most flamboyant ruler, Maharaja Bhupinder Singh, said to be the first Indian to own an aeroplane, was an enthusiastic patron of sports, while his son, Yadavindra Singh, played an important role as Chancellor of the Chamber of Princes, agreeing as he did, along with 22 other rulers to accede to the Indian Union.

Long synonymous with peg measures and royal peccadilloes, this erstwhile state has in fact been culturally enriching, too. 🍺🥂


It bestowed Hindustani classical tradition with one of its most notable schools of music, the Patiala gharana, which produced the likes of Ustad Ali Bux and Ustad Bade Ghulam Ali Khan as its most celebrated exponents. 🎹

Well known for its many product-specific bazaars, it is a remarkable experience browsing through ones selling traditional crafts: juttis👠 (embroidered shoes), parandis (coloured braids) and nallas (silken drawstrings). Phulkari Punjab Govt Emporium supports the making of Phulkari an embroidery very famous in Patiala. 🌸🌼

NRIs often come to patiala for Phulkari shopping.

Patiala also has a long tradition of excellence in education and sports.

Mohindra College, one of the oldest institutions of higher learning in north India, was founded by Maharaja Mohinder Singh in the 1870s. Besides, the Netaji Subhash National Institute of Sports( NIS ), was established within the Moti Bagh Palace following Independence, and is said to be Asia’s largest sports institute. 🏇🎯🥇

Maharaja Yadavindra Singh, decided to come up with a school on the lines of his alma mater — Aitchison College, Lahore. On February 2, 1948, the foundation of Yadavindra Public School (YPS) was laid in Patiala. 📖

Tourist places to visit in Patiala 🚕

It’s magnificent forts and palaces, museums and places of worship, gardens and wildlife sanctuaries serve up a perfect melange of history,
Culture, art and craft.

  1. Quila Mubarak
  2. Sheesh Mahal
  3. Moti Bagh Palace
  4. Baradari Gardens
  5. NIS
  6. Kali Temple
  7. Omax mall
  8. Gurudwara Dukh Niwaran Sahib
  9. Gurudwara Moti Bagh
  10. Bir Bhundher Wildlife Santuary

Colleges in Patiala 🏛️

  1. Punjabi University
  2. Rajiv Gandhi National University of Law
  3. Thapar College
  4. Indira Gandhi National Open University

Additionally, the old bazaars of Patiala offer many a gourmet delight for foodies. Adalat Bazaar’s Sadhu Ram, Jaggi Sweets and Arjan Sweets, to name but a few. 🌯🍟

A major festival that is celebrated only in Patiala is Patiala Heritage Festival. It is an essential part of Patiala tourism itinerary. Saaras fair is also held in Sheesh Mahal which is a delight to visit.

The sad part is that not many are aware of this Royal city which is why I decided to write about it.

There’s a lot to be explored in Patiala. A city with a rich culture and heritage awaits you with open arms.

So, next time be sure to pack your bags for Patiala and be surprised. 🎒

Happy travelling


    Superstar India

    India and it’s journey,

    From being incredible to unstoppable

    India can be maddening, baffling, frustrating. But boring ? Never.

    What are the three things keeping India down ? Corruption, corruption, corruption. What’s so fantastic about India ? People, people, people. If only we knew how to better utilize our greatest national asset – the billion plus people who make us what we are. Either we see them in a positive light or we foolishly look at our population as a liability and throw them away. India is a remarkably young country, with a youth force of half-a-billion. It is entirely up to us how we harness those energies, motivate this gigantic mass and get going.

    India is very easy to fall in love with… Impossible and demanding. Exasperating and annoying. But equally enchanting and alluring, captivating and quixotic.

    Tourists, like ourselves. Yes, us. Tourists in our own country. The ‘other’ India. The one ‘we’ know so little about.

    Children nowadays don’t connect with poverty. It’s an alien concept that has never touched their pampered existence. India has always been like an inpatient, restless child, always seeking that extra something and getting it. 🎓

    When I previously lived in Delhi, a foreign lady once told me that – It’s all happening here. I love the buzz in your city. This definitely made me smile. 😊

    What’s so great about India ? Students often ask me and I look at them like they’re crazy to ask that. For better or worse, this is where I belong. This is where I want to be.

    Family is such a strong force in India… that’s what makes our country so attractive. India is going global, you see. And in our hurry to win the global badge of recognition, we are throwing a lot of what is our core strength straight out of the window.

    Unlike a lot of my contemporaries who lost faith in the country fled to the west seeking a superior education, better career opportunities or a higher quality of life. I have never considered living anywhere else, never fled, despite the odds. My inner voice told me to hang on more than the cacophony of departing friends. Today those people are wondering how to reconnect. They say home is where the heart is. 🏠

    ‘Adjust’ is a favourite word in India, and is used across the board, even by those who barely speak intelligible English. Most Indians are like elastic bands, ready to stretch themselves or shrink, depending on circumstances.

    The only India we want the rest of the world to see and acknowledge, because we are so ashamed of the other. Ashamed and ignorant. We want to carefully crop out all those unflattering, ugly details that spoil the picture. Panels you listen to at prime time are doing just photo shopping India. Let’s stop this game of ‘Let’s pretend we are perfect’.🤷

    The politicians here announce… India will soon be like America. But I declare ‘This is a great time to be an Indian, living in India. Today India is on roller skates. Everyone is traveling abroad, or so it seems at any of our international airports. Indians are curious people, ready to mix, learn , absorb, share. Right now India is in the hum kissi se kam nahi frame of mind. We want to show off and twirl in the spotlight.

    Taj is amazing, no debate. But there’s more to India than an ancient mausoleum. The 37 UNESCO world heritage sites and the vibrant colours of our authentic delicacies, the unity in diversity is yet to be explored. We have wit, humour and diversity. Luxury is not new to India.

    Judge us , condemn us, correct us, accept us…the options are all in your hands. But please Indians don’t be apologetic about your success.

    We’ve got writers like Shobha De, Jhumpa Lahiri , and other reformers and our Bollywood industry, These girls have stood up for themselves and made a place for them globally.📚

    We’ll soon surely come up from Unsung India to Surprising India. Unlike our forefathers, who didn’t dare, this generation has gone beyond mere daring. It is living it’s dreams.🖤

    Dedicated to the one billion plus Super Indians who have made India a global Superstar. 🤗

    Love India 🇮🇳

    Thanks for reading


    My travel diaries

    Hey friends,

    Today I’m going to take you inside my diary and a sneak peak in my world.

    Some roads take you to unexpected destinations. The road less taken always has something explosive in store for the traveller.

    Travel is a drug, and without a doubt, one of the most addictive, up there with sugar and smartphones.

    The enslaved traveller, bored with the usual fix, compulsively chases the next high. Sorry, that me sound a bit worrisome, as if travel were a bad thing – when it’s the best thing we have. Well, maybe with the exception of food.

    My friend has been in hot pursuit of trees for a while now. I understand her passion completely, because I chase trees too, subsumed by their majesty. Her journey is so real, it’s not a travel story in the conventional sense. My travel journeys have always been interesting. 🌳🌲

    I’m not going to crow about it. You’ll see. Suffice it to say that it involves a little culture, some nostalgia, and a lot of food.

    I love traveling by train more than any other mode of transportation. It helped me conjure up some beautiful memories and yet some not so good ones. 🚉

    Once, when I was traveling I got the upper birth in the compartment of our train and I got to watch a movie in a laptop which was held by a person sitting in front of our seat. It was childish staring at their laptop. I watched the movie -‘ London, Paris, New York ‘.It was a happy happy moment. 🎬

    Once, I got to meet a Portuguese Traveller on my train journey, which I have discussed in my previous blog’ My Train Journey’.

    Whenever I travel by train I get to interact with people around me and that infuses me with new things. The freshly brewed coffee, the simmering hot cups of elaichi tea, the samosas apart from getting mesmerized with some keyrings and earrings sold in the trains. ☕🍵

    My fondest memories are always accumulated with books, people and music.

    Whenever I get to travel by any mode of transport , I always ensure some basic things with me like – a couple of books ( short stories or novels ), my earplugs ( which I think I forget to carry sometimes ). 🎧📚👥

    Getting to interact with people around is always interesting. I seldom sleep in trains, I am always chatting with people or looking out of the window or engrossed in my novel.

    I always get glued to the window seat in the train or bus whenever I’m lucky enough to get that seat 😂

    Thanks to my mother, I’m addicted to the idea of reading new books. I am habitual to reading and buying new novels everytime I travel. Penning down my experiences is always a fun filled task. People always are in a fix whenever they see me because I’m short and I don’t look like an adult. But isn’t that unfair ? I usually think. Always take criticism positively. Don’t ever let someone dull your sparkling shine. Yes, I learnt them from my gang.

    I get overjoyed whenever I learn that someone reads books or writes something, especially when looking at this modern era wherein people usually are mobile addicts. Somehow, I never got used to the idea of using social media to socialize or to read online PDF versions of books. I always prefer following the real originality and authencitiy of my ideas.

    My life has always been revolving around many cultures, cuisines and languages maybe that’s why I already know 5 languages.

    I’m busy preparing for what promises to be the trip of a lifetime. I have hopes of it challenging me in fresh, new ways. Of yanking me out of my comfort zone. Of erasing the boundaries I’ve set for myself. Of finally making a proper traveller out of me.

    There are no prizes for guessing where I’m heading next, however…

    Thanks for reading