The year was 1290 . A crowd had gathered around a clearing, where broken down pillars marked the presence of an ancient temple, now long gone. A young boy, just 14 years old, leaned against one of those pillars, deep in thought. Then, he began speaking, and the crowd fell silent, listening to his every word. He spoke without any notes, translating the Bhagavat Gita, from Sanskrit, which only the pundits knew, to the language everyone in the village knew and spoke – a variety of Prakrit which developed into the Marathi language. Even as he spoke, one of the men in the audience realized how momentous this event was, and how important this composition would be. He began writing down the words the young boy spoke, and this composition was named by its author and composer, the Bhavartha Deepika – the enlightening meaning (of the Bhagavat Gita). Now, the ancient, holy text, was no longer restricted to the pundits, but accessible to all, understood easily by them, composed as it was, in their...
School is a place where kids go to learn. School is also a place where parents get together and discuss the latest happenings. I am rarely part of such discussions, since I can’t talk on anything related to clothes, jewelry, cooking or even the difficulty of finding full time housemaids! However, on my latest visit to the school, I found myself at the centre of a group of women, all talking earnestly about the ‘topic of the season’ – vacations! Almost every family had been out somewhere or the other – while some had simply been visiting their parents and grandparents, there were those like us who had roamed over India, and then there were those who had been to Europe or China. This was probably the only topic which could induce me to listen, and some of these women knew that I wrote a travel blog, so they headed over to share their travel experiences with me.
Much as I enjoy listening to travel stories, there is just so much I can stomach about the difficulty of finding good food (read ‘food tasting like that made at home’) in China, and I was fast losing my patience, and itching to get away. And then one of the women told us how they had lost their travellers cheques and another pitched in with a story of how someone had lost all their money while travelling. Soon, the discussion turned gory and it was amazing to hear how many of these women had relatives or friends who had undergone some terrible experiences due to ill health or theft while abroad! Soon, they seemed to run out of stories, but come to a consensus that those who were carrying travel insurance were the lucky ones. Thankfully, the teacher interrupted us at this point and I didn’t have to hear anything more. However, the talk did make me think about how people going abroad were advised to carry travel insurance. But how many of us would even consider travel insurance while travelling in India. I certainly hadn’t thought about it earlier. Have you?? Have there been any circumstances under which you would have wished you had insured yourself while travelling in India? I haven’t so far, but I would love to hear your thoughts.
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