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...
Samir
Nazareth hails from Nagpur. The city is famous for oranges, but beyond that, it
is the geographical center of India. Yet, as he traverses the coastal regions,
there are few who know where it is, or even in which state. Samir himself is on
an exploratory journey. He has quit his job, and is spending months on the
road, his aim to explore as much of the coastal regions as he can, on a limited
budget.
The title
of the book very clearly states his primary interests – food, towns and people.
Food,
clearly is of great importance. Its main aim might be to provide sustenance,
but every region has its own cuisine, and every town its unique items and
methods of preparation. Samir, at one point in the book, calls himself a
‘travelling gourmand’, and at every place he stops at, he delights in trying
out the local food, whether at the small thelas (carts) on the road, or
in small hotels and shacks. This not just provides him with much needed
nourishment, at reasonable rates, but also works as an effective ice-breaker,
initiating conversations and interesting exchanges. The bananas in the title
are what sustain him otherwise – the cheapest and most filling alternatives
when cash is low and he is perilously close to exceeding his budget!
The towns
he chooses to stop at are varied and interesting. He starts his journey by
train from Nagpur to Bhuj, moving on to Okha as the westernmost point of India,
travelling down south to Rameshwaram and Kanyakumari and up the coast to
Kolkata and Gangasagar, finally heading towards the hills to Gangtok. Along the
way, he stops at small and big towns, some he knows, some he has just heard of,
and some, which just end up on his itinerary according to the whims and fancies
of the public transportation system. The hotels and lodges he puts up in, are
just as varied – from basic, though comfortable government run guest houses, to
ashrams and dingy hotels. Of course, his budget figures heavily when it comes
to a place to put up at, and along the way, he devises his own hotel
classification system, based on amenities and lack thereof!
Coming to
the people, they are everywhere! Unlike the towns and the bananas, there is no
way he can keep a count here, but some stand out, and feature predominantly in
the narrative. Whether it is the couple he meets on the train, whose focus lies
on ordering food, the fishermen he joins at Korlai, the guides at the palace
museum at Trichur, or the hotel owner proudly talking of heritage at Puri, they
enhance the story of his journey, reminding us of similar people we have met.
The
narrative is smooth, easy to read and enjoy, Samir’s droll humour coming
through every page. There are especially hilarious bits, usually relating to
conversations or communication gaps due to languages and dialects. His journey
regularly takes him to ports and boat yards – we learn that he has some
experience with them – and naturally, his knowledge in the area comes across. However,
though the book is about his journey, we learn but little about him through
these pages.
There is one
thread which runs consistently through the book – the questions he is asked,
regarding his reasons for travel – Why is he travelling? Why is he travelling
alone? And why isn’t he married and settled down? One of the things I liked
about the book is that he does not try to explain his actions and choices.
After all, they are his reasons, and his choices, deeply personal, relevant to
him alone. And as he realizes when he returns home, and is faced the same
questions once again - he has come a full circle.
I enjoyed
reading the book, especially the sections about the places I have already
visited. The people reminded me of similar ones I know, or have met, and, as I
read, I frequently had a nostalgic smile on my face. I might not be the sort of
person who likes to take off on a journey for months at a time. However, I can
certainly appreciate the charm such a journey holds for travellers such as
Samir. Besides, there is one thing he says at the end that I totally agree with
–
“There is no such thing as a bad decision while travelling.”
It holds
true not just for the decisions you make while you travel, but also for the
reasons you travel, the modes of transport and accommodation you choose, and
the places you visit. Travel is all about the experiences. The rest are just
incidental.
This Book Review originally appeared in the September 2015 issue of Complete Wellbeing Magazine. I reviewed the book for the magazine, at their request, and the views expressed are all mine.
This looks super awesome Anu and I am sure I would enjoy reading this! I also really like the cover of the book...
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