Showing posts with label Guestpost. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Guestpost. Show all posts

Sunday, 23 November 2014

Happy birthday expatliv!

2 years ago today I published my very first blogpost. A handful of people read that one, mostly family and friends (who I think felt that they had no choice really)..

During those 2 years lots of things has happened and my baby has grown into a more confident and mature 2 year old. But still a 2 year old...You know how they can be like...:-)

Expatliv: 
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As I have mentioned before, the wonderful side effect of blogging is the network of friends, fellow bloggers, writers and others I have connected with all around the world through my blog. Sharing excitement, laughter, tears and anger through comments and communication has been wonderful. I have loved writing and receiving guestposts



More and more expatliv has turned into a global fusion blog... where people, music, culture, food, idea, thoughts and philosophy travel across borders of countries. I think that has become the essence of me and my blog. Know your roots, but be open to new ways of doing things and new ways of thinking. There is always something new to learn from another person. And a new friend - can pop up from anywhere. That's what I believe anyway. 




So, dear reader, a warm Thank You for coming along so far. I hope you have enjoyed the ride, and do stay tuned for more. Let's see where that two year old will take us next...:-)

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Thursday, 11 September 2014

Ganesha drums and Autumn symphony

I had to smile, when my blogger friend, Arti, My Yatra Diary, asked me to write a guestpost on her blog on the Ganesha festival. That was going to be fun:-) And it was! Thank you for hosting me, dear Arti. 
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Ganesh Visarjan: Close up with Ganesha
" It had been 4 years since I had been religiously covering it. 
But not this year. This year, I wanted to pass the baton to someone else. 
I wanted to hear the story but from the other side. 
And... it didn't take me long to circle who that someone else would be. 

How about my dear blogger friend, Eli @ Expat LivAn expat journalist
and writer from Norway living in Mumbai since the past two years?  
I thought. It would be nice to hear what she feels about the Ganesh 
Chaturthi festival. Being a regular reader of her blog, I already knew 
her love for India and that she connected with the festivals and cultures of 
the country at the same emotional level that I do. Thinking thus, I immediately 
set off to shoot her an e-mail requesting if she would like to be a 
guest on My Yatra Diary... and pen down something on Ganesh Visarjan 
and the festival from an Expat's point of view?

And voila, there she was, in the midst of flying in from Goa and 
flying out to Europe, all excited to make some time and honor 
this little corner of mine. I simply couldn't stop feeling grateful and 
thanking her for this kind gesture of hers.

So on that note, there we go -- sit back, relax and read all that the 
festival of Ganesh Chaturthi means to an expat, from an expat's point 
of view -- rest assured, Eli is the kind of writer who shall leave you 
wanting for more! 
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When I was invited by dear friend Arti to write about Indian festivals in 
general and Ganesha in particular, I could feel a huge smile spreading 
on my face. Because even long before we moved to India over 2 years ago, 
I had a vision of the Indian festivals. Colorful, noisy, wild, crazy, fun 
and with crowds of happy people drumming and dancing all over, 
all the time. I was not disappointed. The festivals here are all that 
- and so much more. 

I go with the flow, from festival to festival."


You can read the rest of my guest post here: on Arti's amazing blog My Yatra Diary.

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So, one day I am right there. In the middle of a wild crowd in Mumbai. Surrounded by people who are drumming, dancing, laughing and together we are moving like a human winding train towards the water. I can feel the heavy drum beat. As I stretch back, I feel raindrops on my face. I start to laugh because it all suddenly feels so crazy, loud and intense. And here I am -  right in the middle of it. This enormous crowd of people, all here to follow their Ganesha to His last journey. The immersion. And the drums do not stop. At all.


And then the next day I am somewhere else. I am walking on a path in a green forest. No drums. No people. No cars. No sounds. Just quiet. I can hear my own heartbeat. Lots of trees. The colors are changing. From green to yellow, orange, red-ish and brown. An Autumn symphony. And yet, the drums are with me. Somehow. They do not stop. Not even here.







A short week back in Bergen, but already today I am moving on... To where? Stay tuned...:-)

Ta ta! 

Wednesday, 3 September 2014

Irumbai and Greening of Auroville - a guestpost

Do you remember our vivid travel around the world in 26 days, dear reader? Since my P was Pondicherry and my urge to travel there has not diminished notably since last April, I figured it was time to feed my urge. So, what could be better than to have one of my favorite bloggers Beloo Mehra take us to her Pondicherry?

I came across Beloo's blog in the same challenge - and followed her 26 posts on Education In India with enthusiasm, curiosity and awe. Since then I have been stuck on her blog LetBeautyBeYourConstantIdeal. I am honored and excited to showcase Beloo here, and hope you will enjoy her writings as much as I do. Thanks for accepting my invitation, dear Beloo: the floor is yours:-)

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Irumbai and Greening of Auroville
Beloo Mehra

 Once upon a time, maybe 500 years ago or more, there lived a highly evolved Siddha, a Yogi (Self-realized person) known as Kaduveli Siddha. He lived in a small village presently known as Irumbai, about 10 kms from Pondicherry, and near Aurovillethe international township with a deeper aim to realize the inner unity of humankind.

Auroville wants to be a universal town where men and women of all countries are able to live in peace and progressive harmony above all creeds, all politics and all nationalities. The purpose of Auroville is to realise human unity.
To read more about Auroville, visit: Auroville.org
To read Auroville Charter, click here.

Back to the story...

During a time when the village and nearby areas were not getting any rains and the drought condition was making life difficult for people and other creatures, Kaduvella was busy performing his austerities and spiritual practices (tapasya) sitting under a peepal tree. He was so fully concentrated in his tapasya and the intensity of his physical and spiritual heat (tapas) got so strong that soon an anthill started to rise up around him. People thought that the drought was getting worse because the tapas generated by the Siddha's intense tapasya and austerities. But they didn't know how to break the yogi's concentration, especially when they saw the anthill grow bigger and bigger with every passing day.

Suffering because of the drought and resulting deprivation, the villagers approached the king who agreed that the Kaduvella's ongoing tapasya must be 'broken' in order to bring down the intensity of the 'heat'. But he too didn't know how. A temple dancer, named Valli, a woman of enticing beauty and a devotee of Lord Shiva, decided to do her best to get the attention of the yogi, and to rescue the King and people from the adverse effects of his tapasya (penance).


Valli observed that occasionally Kaduveli would, with his eyes shut, put out his hands to catch and consume the falling, withered leaves from the peepal tree where he was sitting. So she prepared a bunch of thinly fired apalam (a flat salty wafer made out of green gram daal), and started placing them in the yogi's outstretched hands as he tried to catch the falling leaves. He would eat the apalams and slowly got his taste back. In a few days he grew fatter until finally the anthill broke and he was once more exposed to the daylight.
One day finally Kaduveli ended his tapasya and opened his eyes. Valli was extremely happy and convinced him to go to her house where she kept him happy with her dedicated service and dancing talents. Meanwhile, the rain gods were relieved from the torture of the heat of the yogi's tapasya. The village received plenty of rains and the people were once again happy and on way to become prosperous due to abundant crops.


This called for special celebrations and the King arranged a special Puja to be held at Irumbai temple, (also known as Mahakaleshwara Temple). As part of the celebrations, Valli performed the cosmic dance of Lord Shiva, the Nataraja. It so happened that while she was dancing one of her anklets fell off, and she lost her balance and rhythm. Kaduveli, who saw the Lord Shiva in Valli, picked up the anklet and put it back on her feet. The King and other members of the royal court were shocked to see an enlightened Yogi touch the feet of a mere dancing girl. They mocked and ridiculed him and made sneer remarks. Kaduveli got furious and invoked the Lord Shiva to come out of his temple and prove his innocence by causing a rain of stone. Immediately the shivalingam in the sanctum sanctorum of the temple exploded, and wherever its fragments fell became desert. The Siddha cursed that no greenery will grow in that area.


The King was naturally frightened and begged the pardon of the Siddha, bowing down to him with all his entourage and pleading with him to take back his curse. Kaduveli was by now calm enough to realize the devastating impact of his curse. He told the king that the curse couldn't be taken back, but sometime in the future people from far-off lands would come and make the desert land green and fertile again.

Today, there are villagers in Irumbai and many other villages near Auroville who feel that the Aurovilians, many of whom hail from many different countries, are the people from far-off lands mentioned by the Kaduveli Siddha and that the curse is now beginning to leave them. Spending a little time in Auroville and seeing all the "green" around one gets a sense that the legend may indeed be true.

To learn more about the ongoing afforestation and other 'greening' work going on at Auroville, click here and here.

Love of Nature is usually the sign of a pure and healthy being uncorrupted by modern civilisation. It is in the silence of a peaceful mind that one can best commune with Nature.  (The Mother, Collected Works, Vol 16, p. 401)

All pictures are from Irumbai temple, credits: Suhas Mehra

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Aaaahhh, dear reader. I hope you enjoyed the story? I sure did, nature lover as I am... And my urge to visit Pondicherry area, Irumbai temple and Auroville? Oh yes, still there, maybe even more...:-) Thank you dear Beloo for sharing this wonderful story:-)

About Beloo:
Beloo donned the hats of school teacher, university professor and researcher for many years, and is now happy to be doing what she does best – learn. Living in Pondicherry for the last 7 years and working part-time as an online educator for a private university in the US, she devotes most of her time to studying the works of the Mother and Sri Aurobindo, blogging, reading, gardening and just being. She blogs at http://letbeautybeyourconstantideal.blogspot.in/ and can be reached at beloome@gmail.com

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Have a continuous good week!
Ta ta from Mumbai!  

Sunday, 17 August 2014

Mumbai and Me - a guestpost

 - Eli, you make me miss Mumbai like hell - he writes in his comment. And I know it is him, the outspoken Vishal, whom I share my intense Mumbai - fascination with..

You see, dear reader, an amazing and unexpected joy of writing this blog has been connecting with fellow writers/bloggers. Vishal's blog: Scripting the story of life is a pure addiction to me. Vishal writes with humor, depth, style and strength and he has an incredible ability to cover a wide range of subjects. And he is, like me, in a passionate relationship with Mumbai. It was meant to be. I just knew that at some point I had to ask him to guest post. So, guess what he chose as a theme..? 

Please dear reader: buckle up for an emotional, funny unforgettable ride, when Vishal takes us to his Mumbai:

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Mumbai and Me

When true-blue Mumbaikar Eli- that’s how I call her- asked me to do a blog post for her, the idea that popped in my head was, Mumbai. No prize for guessing. Now, what do I write about Mumbai? A city that fascinates me to no end, where life is celebrated unplugged throughout the day and night.

I was not born and brought up in Mumbai. Like millions, I came with aspiration to chase my dreams, owing to my fascination for this amazing city where I know I can make my life. Mumbai struck my senses on Day One as I stood, amazed at the towering and iconic Chattrapathi Shivaji Terminus, less known as CST but more as VT, dating to the colonial era, yellow-and-black cabs, Best Buses and, of course, fake Gucci bags, sold at Colaba causeway. It was a life-long thrilling experience where we made memories drinking to heaven at the cheap Gokul, Leopold or Sports Express Bar. It was love at first sight.

The local trains became my life line. My first tryst with local train was when I hopped on a jam-packed local from Churchgate to Santacruz. As the train ambled past Bandra, I became shit scared. How can trains be so crowded? How on earth I am gonna get out! I wriggled my way, shoved by the crowd and finally pushed my my tiny body out. I felt like the Olympic champ, fighting the human masses to breathe free. Don’t they say if you fight the crowd out of the train, you’ve won the first Mumbai battle. How true!

I would spend two and half years in Mumbai, making friends with two twin sisters and street urchins at Marine Drive who would call me, ‘Seth’ (Boss). We became friends. What I like best about this cosmopolitan city is that no matter where we belong to, Mumbai welcome us with open arms. The cute twin sisters, no matter how battered they were with life, would always delight me with a smile on their faces. For the rest of the world, they are beggars but for me, they were two sweet friends who are an inspiration. I still miss them!

Once I reached Mumbai past midnight and was clueless where to go and find a place to sleep. At that time, I was still in Pune and but had to travel to Mumbai every week for my Post Grad’s admission. The time I reached Churchgate, I couldn’t find any place to stay but went straight to the University hostel, International Students Hostel (ISH), trying out my luck to find a shelter for the night. The security guys didn’t relent but some boys, somehow, convinced them to let me in. Finally, I was accommodated on the dining table in the mess. Yesh! In Mumbai, you can sleep anywhere if you got the pace to survive, be it the pavement, Marine Drive or a table. Deep inside, I decided that I have to be in Mumbai no matter what it takes and even if it means, sleeping on the streets to survive.

Experiences! There are many. My first encounter with the beggar, who skillfully hid his right hand under his shirt, walked to the taxi I was sitting in, asking for money. I readily gave him ten bucks, feeling sad that the poor man lost his right hand. The next day, the beggar-actor pulled another coup but this time, the left hand was lost. I felt like an idiot. This is Mumbai for you.

I call Mumbai, my city. Maximum City, as it is called, gave me so much where I experienced and learned so many things about life. Right now, I am not in Mumbai but the addiction that it is, grows on me every single moment, reminding me that I’ve never left and not once, I don’t miss Mumbai. It’s my muse. No matter where you go, the city will grow on you so much, reminding you that it’s waiting for you with open arms. I shall be back. It may take me some more time but I will embrace my muse. 

That’s the power of Mumbai. You cannot bid good bye forever.

Once a girl told me at the time, I was starting my life in Mumbai, “If you got the pace, you survive.’
My muse! I’ll be back soon to make new experiences and memories.

Loove you, Mumbai
Vishal
  
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There, dear reader - what did I say... ? Amazing huh? 

Vishal is a freelance journalist and runs the blog Scripting the story of life. He also do book reviews and can be contacted on vishal.v.bheeroo@gmail.com. He stayed in Mumbai for two and half years, is fascinated about Maximum City and calls it his muse. Mumbai is an obsession for him. He is passionate about movies, books and loves writing short stories.

Well, I hope you enjoyed Vishal's journey as immensely as I did? And what do you know: tomorrow is another day, and yet another celebration here in Mumbai... Human pyramids coming up..... Happy Janmashtami everyone! 

Thank you so much Vishal! I am so happy you accepted my invite for a guest blog. It was such a pleasure to have you here.

Ta ta from Mumbai! 

Tuesday, 29 April 2014

Y for Yatra

One of the first fellow bloggers I discovered was Arti's My Yatra Diary. The way she took me along on her travels and made it more than just travel - went straight to my heart. Arti brings you right there. She captures those valuable small moments of life, and is one of the most awesome bloggers I know. Kind, humble and she puts her heart out. Therefor I am thrilled to present a guestpost by her today. Thank you so much dear friend Arti for saying yes. And dear reader: I am sure you will be as blown away by her writings as I was. Buckle up for Arti's Y for Yatra:

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Let’s explore the letter Y today,
 “Y” … Y is for Yatra
But, what is a yatra?

Yatra is a journey;
Picture & Caption: Magh Mela Yatra
I was nervous as I had seldom seen crowds of such huge intensity, let alone be a part of it. But I was mentally prepared for the battle, if ever there was one and my gut feeling told me this was going to be deep and exciting. And thus, began a journey, on the auspicious occasion of Hindu festival Makar Sankranti, to the sacred confluence of the Triveni Sangam in Allahabad. A journey of me, with people – one in belief, one in faith, one in yatra.


Yatra is having experiences;

Picture & Caption: River Ganga in Himalayas
I sat rooted on the cold boulder, staring into infinity, mesmerized. From somewhere beyond, she seemed to rush forth in delight, dancing to the wind, tumbling over rocks, and singing to the mountains, even opening my senses to an exquisite experience. I witnessed all this in a small hamlet in the Himalayas when I touched her with my hand. She responded by softly comforting it back with hers. I was with mother, not mine but of the entire humanity that has ever been in existence. She was River Ganga, an enigma, so beautiful and pure, all set to take me along her own little journey of sharing, caring and loving since times immemorial.


Yatra is learning;

Picture & Caption:  Manikarnika Ghat, Varanasi
Vishnu Kaka circled his oars up and down, patiently explaining the significance of each ghat as we crossed them. Until here, where as if in a silent tribute, he rested his oars down. Close the lens of your camera, he motioned to me and began explaining the significance of the place. Far in the distance, I could see fire leaping out towards the skies while a strange decaying odor billowed in the atmosphere. I was taking a boat ride in Varanasi, the land of salvation, and this was the Manikarnika Ghat, a place bustling with death… death here, I learnt, was not the end but a new beginning.


Yatra is a dream; alive and breathing,

Picture & Caption:  Mount Fuji, Japan
I had stood there on the airport with my passport in hand, wondering if this was indeed happening for real. Even before I could gather any answers, I felt a strong rush of emotions running down within me. My first visit to a land outside India, the land of the rising sun, Japan and little did I know then, that those 6 days, of a dream I had never seen, would make cherished memories of a lifetime.


What is a ‘Yatra’ … ?
Yatra, is a journey,
… of learning, experiences, moments and dreams …

Picture Collage & Caption: My Yatra diaries.


My journey, where I am getting lost, each day…

A journey where I will find myself… someday…



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I hope you enjoyed our yatra destination today, I sooo did. You can follow her travels at MyYatraDiary. Thanks again dear Arti:-)

So, we are almost at the end of our 26 dream destinations in 26 days challenge, dear reader. We have been a bit dreamy the last few days, so it's about time that we finish our world tour with a real rocking farewell party, I think! So please; gather your party gear, dancing shoes, dress up and let' me take you away to the amazing Z.........

1-30 April I participate in the A to Z blogger challenge, and this post is written as a part of that challenge. Check out some amazing participating blogs hereMy theme for the challenge is Dream Destinations. I hope you had fun coming along? Please stay tuned for a new destination tomorrow, and that will be our last one for AtoZ - 2014. 

Tuesday, 22 April 2014

S for Sydney

When I started my new (and improved) life as a Blogger, along came some new friends. One of the first was Amelia and her lovely blog Chai- A cup of Life. I now need my frequent dose of her "Living. Growing. Learning" , and truly appreciate her happy and humble posts on life and love, travel, food, wellness and just being... I enjoy my cup of life Chai -, and I am pretty sure you will enjoy her writings too. And I was thrilled when she said yes to bring us to her dream destination! Amelia, take us away please!   

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As I hear the flight attendant announce we are descending over Sydney and landing is in approximately 20 minutes, I get butterflies in my stomach. This is not from the questionable aeroplane food I just ate, but the sheer excitement I feel about landing and reuniting with the place I call home. The city of Sydney is a dream; it is still my dream destination and ultimately remains my favourite city in the world.

When Eli asked me to write about the place I hold closest to my heart, I was so excited to take part of the challenge and it was obvious to me that Sydney would be it. So why is Sydney a dream destination? Sydney boasts a spread out and vibrant city centre with a harbour, nightlife, beautiful and popular tourist beaches, an excellent public transport system and more. However, this is what I love and adore in this city I hold close to my heart:
Darling Harbour
As beautiful as the name sounds, it really is. So picturesque, you can just go for a stroll around or if you want to do activities it has everything! It has gorgeous cafes and bars and is so central and close to China Town. It is also the place I used to work and walk across this beautiful Pyrmont Bridge on the way to work just as the sun was rising. 


Queen Victoria Building. Pic credit
Also known as QVB, the Queen Victoria Building is architecturally exquisite. It was built in the late 1800’s by craftsmen and later on restored. It is well known for its dome shape and Romanesque appearance. If has everything here from high tea, chocolate shops and cafes. 


Curl Curl Beach
It wouldn’t be a post about an Australian city without mentioning it’s beautiful beaches. After travelling around Australia and many countries, I still have to say the beaches in Sydney are the best in the world. Curl Curl is a little further North of Sydney. It is not a typical commercial beach like Bondi but what I believe is the most beautiful. A quieter side of Sydney and more of a great surfing spot if you prefer les people and commotion. My friend and I lived there for a year while we were both doing our Masters degrees off campus. We figured that we may never be able to live somewhere so beautiful and make the most of it.


Sydney Harbour Bridge
Probably the most iconic image and representation of Sydney, this bridge is beautiful to see up close but even better to drive across it. Let me just say if you ever get to Sydney and have a car without a rooftop, drive on the Sydney Harbour Bridge during the night. Then look up. The feeling you get is amazing. I am also a proud grand daughter as my grandfather was one of the builders of this bridge. Sydney also hosts one of the best fireworks display in the world on New Year’s right at the Sydney harbour bridge. It is quite spectacular to see up close!


Hyde Park
Hyde Park is an open, large park in the middle of Sydney city. It is a gorgeous place to sit and relax, eat your lunch during work break or just to walk through. Many times I would find myself reading a book or walking through just because it is beautiful. So here I will leave you with Amir Khan and Preity Zinta in Dil chahta hai which was taken in Sydney itself and you will see parts of Hyde Park in it. 




Thank you Eli for having me and best of luck with T to Z!

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Thank you so much Amelia for taking us to your Sydney! I so enjoyed it, and it is very tempting to stick around for a while - to check out that bridge, beaches and those cafes along the harbour... Awesome...

But I managed to leave Rosendal yesterday, so I must make myself strong and persistent and so must you dear reader, because wherever I go, I take you with me... We have more places to visit, and tomorrow please get ready for a high up destination when we travel off to T....

1-30 April I participate in the A to Z blogger challenge, and this post is written as a part of that challenge. Check out some amazing participating blogs hereMy theme for the challenge is Dream Destinations. I hope you had fun coming along? Please stay tuned for a new destination tomorrow. 

Monday, 21 April 2014

R for Rosendal

We grew up together, my friend and I. She lived right next door, and we ran in and out of each others homes like they were our own. We walked to school together, played, hang out and shared our deepest secrets. She was - and still is like a sister to me, this life long friend who you know will always be there, because she is family. Today you will hear her voice on my blog. My dear friend Torill will take us to her beloved dream destination. Thank you for saying yes, Torill  - and get ready dear reader. I think you will enjoy this: 

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It's that feeling from the childhood summers: Norwegian nature, peace and quiet, birds chirping and blooming apple trees. Sun over tall snowy peaks, the river from the mountains, green meadows, and the feeling that time does not move. A fairy-tale landscape.

It is in my soul - in my identity.

Rosendal  (= the valley of the roses) is for me the very pulse of Norway. A treasure at the Hardanger Fjord that reminds me of folk music and folk songs. Those powerful impressions from the nature fills me up with new energy. I can understand how the artists Grieg, Bull and Sæverud found inspiration for their music in the Norwegian nature.


The Hardanger Fjord in both rain and fog and sparkling like silver in the spring sunshine. It always brightens in the horizon as we approach Rosendal. The hope. There is always hope when there is light in the horizon.

Rosendal also balances the exotic abroad with Norwegian cultural heritage through the little castle: The Barony. This jewel of a property from the 1600s. A touch of middle-European decadence in between all the Norwegian - it makes Rosendal an integrated part of a larger world .
The garden of the Barony castle. 
The Art Gallery of Gudal. An intriguing element where the eye and mind can rest in art pictures and beautiful pottery and glass art.

The Hospitality.

Coffee and milk cake.

A slice of bread with cheese and jam from home - picked raspberries.

Sun in the front yard.

Here I come again and again to find balance, harmony and energy.

My Rosendal.

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Aaahhh - only one word comes to my mind now: harmony. Thanks again dear friend for sharing your paradise with us. After sliding down those icy slopes in Quebec on Saturday, this was yet another type of a dreamy destination. And we are moving on... Another dream destination is waiting for us tomorrow and - guess what? It starts with an S....

1-30 April I participate in the A to Z blogger challenge, and this post is written as a part of that challenge. Check out some amazing participating blogs hereMy theme for the challenge is Dream Destinations. I hope you had fun coming along? Please stay tuned for a new destination tomorrow. 

Friday, 11 April 2014

J for Jamaica

Sad to leave the lost city of the Incas? Well, I promised you an unforgettable adventure today, and that's what you will get! My friend Jazz is from Jamaica, but has lived in Mumbai for the last 3 years, with her husband Rick and 1 of their 2 daughters. She has most kindly said yes to take us along to her home country, Jamaica! (Thank you so much, Jazz!) So, get your things together - off we go!

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When my dear friend Eli asked me to do a piece on Jamaica for her Blog challenge – I was delighted, I am always eager and happy to tell anyone who will listen about my island paradise. Although I’ve been a non resident since 1994 I go home each year to recharge my spirit. Before we begin please turn your speakers up start this video and let the music of Jamaica wash over you as we take our tour.


Jamaica is a tiny island only 4,244 sq miles (10,991 km²) with a population of approximately 2.7 million people… that’s 18.3 million less than currently reside in Mumbai where I am presently - but it’s a little country with a lot of heart. It may be tiny to some but it’s the third largest island in the Caribbean and it captivated the colonists when they first saw it… it was dubbed XAMAYCA by the Spaniards who briefly had control of it which translates into “Land of Wood and Water”

On the outside looking in it would seem that Jamaica just naturally has all the makings of an island paradise… sunshine – check, beautiful beaches – check, great food – check, good music – check, good rum – check… what’s not to love? But I can tell you that the thing that will have you going back to Jamaica time and time again is it’s people. Fun loving, easy going and friendly – as the popular advertisement says, “Once you go, you know”

Many things go into making Jamaica and Jamaicans the flavorful people that they are… think of a big pot bubbling on the fire and throw in some strong African flavor, now add some European coloring – not nearly as much as the African but enough to make a noticeable difference… Now you want to add some East Indian and Chinese spices to the mixture and just a dash of the Middle East… What you’ll create in that pot is something spunky, spicy, flavorful, full of attitude and uniquely Jamaican. It is only fitting that our motto is “Out of Many, One People”

The official language of Jamaica is English – this is what is taught in schools, but many Jamaicans may say it’s too confining when trying to express our true feelings, so you’ll find that most Jamaicans speak a mixture of both English and patois. Patois is a local dialect with English and West African derivatives primarily but its inflections are unique, different and very colorful.

Much like our dialect, Jamaican food reflects the diverse mix of ethnicities – and you can sample an array of mouth-watering dishes representative in the roots of at least four continents. Spicy and original, infused with a bit of our personality - not to be missed is the delectable Jerk chicken, grilled over an open drum and infused with the most aromatic and tasty local herbs. Don’t forget the fried fish and festival; curry goat and grilled lobster just to name a few.



You will always need something wet to wash down all that good food and my Jamaica does not disappoint; home to Appleton Estate, which produces, some of the finest rum in the world, the biggest decision is not what to drink but when to stop.  J Be careful if you go for a tour of the estate though – they have thirteen different varieties and you are allowed to sample them all – needless to say you will probably leave a lot happier than you arrived.




We also brag that we produce the best coffee in the world – not being a coffee drinker I can’t cast a vote myself – but the trip up the mountains to the Blue Mountain coffee plantation is worth every breathtaking second.


One thing you don’t want to do while in Jamaica is stay indoors… Raft down the river, climb one of the many waterfalls, dive from the cliffs in Negril, nighttime reggae party on the beach or just lay around… Jamaica is a tropical paradise and outside is where you want to be!





Much of what I’ve described might sound very touristy and you might be wondering  “well what do the locals do”  - Jamaica does have it’s other side, children go to school, adults work, we are home to three universities and have a thriving business sector but when work is over Jamaicans do play and they can be found enjoying any of the numerous things I’ve touched on in this piece.  There are upsides to living on an island paradise ;) Additionally the party scene in Kingston (the capital city) on the weekends could rival a scaled down version of New York City. The choices are many and partygoers go hard until the sun peeks its head over the horizon…

And that brings me to our music…  Reggae music has been one of the farthest-reaching elements of our culture… If you say Jamaica or reggae music, many people will undoubtedly respond – Bob Marley, or maybe if you are from the younger generation Sean Paul  - technically the newer evolved form of Jamaican music is called Dancehall and the older beat with a more steady rhythm is what is known as reggae. Reggae music when it evolved was all about social injustice, love and religion – giving voice to the many struggles that Jamaicans have faced over the years and as such it resounded with the youth at that time. It found an international voice as many UK stations played it over the air during the 1970’s. The most well known reggae artist to this day is Bob Marley and although he died in 1981 his music still resounds with each ensuing generation because his brand of consciousness still speaks to people of all ages.

The most important thing to remember about Jamaicans is that they love to laugh, they’re laid back and they can always find the lighter side of life… this is demonstrated by many of the more popular sayings that we have for example you may ask a Jamaican “how are you” or “how is life” and they will respond “everything is Irie” – it means it’s all good, everything is fine – another popular saying is “no problem man” , it doesn’t mean we have no problems – it means I choose not to let my problems ruin my life… it’s all good – no problem – life goes on – take it easy – everything is Irie…

In Jamaica if there is one motto we embody it is One Love, One Heart, One People  - Out of Many we are One…  no matter what their ancestry a Jamaican will only identify themselves as Jamaican  - not African Jamaican or Chinese Jamaican or Indian Jamaican – we are all simply one people, we are Jamaicans. And once you come to Jamaica you are no longer a stranger but a friend

Thanks for tagging along and I hope I’ve managed to bring Jamaica a bit closer to you in some way, take care now and as we say, “walk good”
Thanks dear Jazz, for showing us your Jamaica:-) 

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Please also check out Jazz's blog Jerk Masala. Some great written pieces there:-)

Well, I don't know about you, dear reader, but personally I thinking of jumping off this tour-the-world-in-26-days, and just stay put here in Jazz' s Jamaica.. Seems like a pretty awesome place to be, don't you agree? 

If (and I repeat IF), I manage to get on that plane and leave that little country with a lot of heart, I will end up somewhere starting with a K tomorrow. But only IF... 

1-30 April I participate in the A to Z blogger challenge, and this post is written as a part of that challenge. Check out some amazing participating blogs hereMy theme for the challenge is Dream Destinations. I hope you had fun coming along? Please stay tuned for a new destination tomorrow.