June 2020: ‘If spring is birth and summer is youth, fall is the full bloom of middle age (and winter is death)’.
I wonder where the seasons have gone or have they morphed into man made disasters? Fall and winter 2019 got hijacked by Covid-19 and summer is now muddled up with Black Lives Matter. India has its own share of colour co-ordinated xenophobic problems…fair skin versus dark skin, religious differences, rich versus poor, caste and creed, border skirmishes of yellow versus brown…… A full catalogue of idiosyncrasies. One would think the younger generations will shirk the baggage propagated by their parents, but, no they continue being connectors. There are exceptions and hopefully this number of nay-sayers will increase with time and look for ways to change the world to public specifications.
A feeling of déjà vu is setting in. Been there..done that and what’s new. The month of May was sagging under questions about Lockdown extension, Containment zones, opening facilities, domestic and international travel, medical facilities, local transport, education, entertainment….. Few queries were answered and few are still in the queue. I suppose the remaining months will provide the much awaited clarifications as India ladders up to No 4 position on Covid chart of worst affected countries. Sceptics are waiting for it to be the topper thanks to negligible social distancing, burdened medical facilities, financial losses as we move onto to, according to latest WhatsApp jab, the ‘Bhagwan Bharose stage..(waiting for God to take care of us).
Another grouse, for me, is that Covid infotainment, political clashes and protests and axe-to-grind bites of .news’ analysts have negated the entertainment value of print and visual media . ‘Switch to Netflix’ suggested a friend. Advice taken and South Korean family dramas and Australian ‘Home and Away’ are the newest lullabys.
On a serious note people are loosing patience to stay indoors thereby compelling nations across the globe to unseal borders and facilities. Some are persnickety on entry visas (No Covid Top Four on EU soil) while Maldives and other tourist dependent nations are welcoming visiors. But is it so simple? Leisure travel is different from Necessity travel and extreme caution is required whenever we decide to sprint onto the aisle. Check requirements and protocols issued by airports, airlines and travel agents. Domestic flights in most countries, including India, are operational, but International is still a big risk factor.
The German word Fernweh or “far-sickness” or “longing for far-off places,” best describes the desperation to travel beyond horizons. (THE TRAVEL ‘ACHE’ YOU CAN’T TRANSLATE’ By David Farley (BBC Essential List-March 2020.) To translate this ache into action travel writers and bloggers, associations, businesses have vaulted into action planing itineraries for 2021 for journeyers to board flights, trains or personal transport. Abigail of https://www.insidethetravellab.com writes ‘Travel is not just about “holidays.” It is about connecting with different cultures, seeing other perspectives and learning more about the world in the ultimate outdoor classroom. It helps us to feel inspired, informed and part of something bigger than ourselves’.
Adventure travel by its very nature has the makings of a post-pandemic antidote. Hikes and camping thrills in known and unknown places with minimum human interaction and adhering to rules can help clear cobwebs of inactivity. We can start with less touristy destinations, nearby villages and their environs for a more hands down travel experience. I remember as children (sometime in the 1970s) we would go for family picnics to surrounding areas of our home town Allahabad (Prayagraj) and one top favourite was Chachai Falls, Rewa district in Madhya Pradesh. In those days of narrow roads it would take about two hours from Allahabad to cover 117 kms.
Preparations would begin a day before so as to leave early morning the next day. Each family, usually 4, would be assigned their food list, snacks and tea paraphernalia. The idea was to have maximum time and return before dusk. The day would dissolve in laughter and squeals of us kids frolicking in the waters oblivious of elders playing cards, listening to music or just plain gossiping. Two helpers, including drivers, would be taken along as occasionally food would be prepared on site. As we grew up these outings moved closer home to friend’s farms with pools on outskirts of city. Marriage (in New Delhi) and children (1980s) meant picnics and visits to gardens and fancy resorts in nearby Haryana State and neighbouring hill stations for weekly stays amidst luxury.
With time the socially dictated travel pattern was getting visible and it was fashionable to say that you were flying to Europe, North America or Australia…depending wherever there was family. Short breaks would be, without hesitation, 4 night stay in one of the exotic island resorts of Maldives instead of Lonavala (near Mumbai), sassier Thailand instead of Mussoorie or Amsterdam flipped for Kashmir. The social media world stoked the desire for more exotic and fashionable and as soon as you returned from one trip plans would be afoot for the next Instagramming trip. Never mind the long queues at historical monuments, over crowding at natural wonders, the tabs of responsible and sustainable tourism…. Who listens? ‘Not me’ was the collective answer.
For crying out aloud the ‘Rona’ or ‘Ca-rona’ has hijacked our 2020 collective plans. Nature, in its own inimitable way is making us explore destinations closer home… places where one does not have to keep glancing back, continuous washing hands, a distant-cough insinuating hibernation, infections and crowds. Places could be near our cities, our states or neighbouring states….the jungle safaris, untrampled beaches, historical ruins, temples and churches, places we read and heard about but never got around to exploring.
Instead of feeling sequestered, waiting for something to happen, as we move into the Seventh month of the calendar…… We can either wait for the unbiddable dream to pass or Think of it as the fine-tuning experience of 2020.
A blessing: the big fat Indian wedding has been downsized to ‘handful’ wedding. The host can now literally count his guests.
Reporter/researcher/ feature writer/content writer/blogger/...the journey continues looking for the unusual and quirky., the realistic and make-believe. It has not always been easy. Travel happened by chance and has stayed. To me travel is knowledge with enjoyment and learning and as long as I can I will .It is a means to know peeps, places, pastimes and pleasures
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