“The World is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page.”
Travel… the word enthuses me for sure, but I haven’t had the opportunity for a trip often, reasons being many. My friends say I have an eidetic memory, so penning down my thoughts on a memorable trip wouldn’t be quite difficult.
The earliest memory of a trip is that of Kurseong…. I was barely 3-4 years old. I remember (and my relatives still remind me of it) creating a ruckus for “feeding bottle” (for my staple diet at that time- milk).
The trip to South India in 1991 was also a very special memory. My birthday was celebrated at Auroville (Pondicherry). The sheer beauty of the place where Arabian Sea and Bay of Bengal meet the Indian Ocean, that ferry ride to Vivekananda Rock, the plush Hills of Nilgiri at Ooty…. I still search for that album whenever I go home.
In the mid-1990s, we visited Gangtok. Driving through snow, clicking photos on the frozen Changu lake or the joy of seeing a live yak were too good to forget. And if I start counting the numerous short trips around places in Dooars, it would take me ages to complete this post….
My first trip without family was the Excursion in the third year of graduation at Presidency. After heated deliberations, my suggestion of North Bengal trip prevailed. Those 9 days with Physiopals were pure bliss – the elephant ride with Bham, Madhu, Ritu, the wrong knock at Jaldapara, social physiology surveys and awkward situations faced when you ask about birth control, the Lataguri food, canopy walk at Loleygaon, midnight mayhem, Chadan’s fainting at Lava, PM Sir and his antics, Ritu using AKS sir’s armpit as headrest, hypoxia, dim petni, Rheshyap, bonfire…. Those were unforgettable memories…..
This trip was followed by another one – to the sea this time. Bham, Sayan, Sugata, Sandipto, Sabir and I went for a 3-day trip to Chandipur near Bengal-Odisha border. The tranquility of the sea, the ferocity of the rain, that adventurous walk in the rain through knee-deep water, the jeep ride and masti…. Those were the days.
Even my recent trip to Digha was a memorable one. The first trip in ages with my parents… A trip to Digha after a gap of 25 years… The much-needed vacation… The fast-paced development in Digha, thanks to the new regime in Bengal… The mini-vacation was worthwhile.
Life is all about moving on. I am sure in the days to come, I would get more opportunities to explore the world. The book of life has a lot left to explore!
14 July 2005.That was my first day as a student in Kolkata.After completing my schooling in North Bengal,i wanted to move out of the boundaries of that small place.Although i would have loved to move out of Bengal altogether,i chose to study in Kolkata.That too in an elite institution Presidency College 🙂