Women Special Tours

I was 6 when my father passed away. Since then my mom has been my father. She is my Super-mom. Personally, I was too little to understand what happened. In just a matter of few minutes, my mom’s life turned upside down. Sometimes, I ask her about her feelings pent up all throughout these years, but she wouldn’t tell me. She wouldn’t budge at any cost. And so even I discontinued this conversation. What better display of emotions have I experience, if not for her regular day to day activities. Since then, yes, the place of a fatherly touch was left vacant, but my mom left no stone unturned to fill the space within bare minimum time. Such unconditional love! Such magnificent heart! Such brevity! People can just read and imagine the situation, but I, I have felt it so deep, that it pierced my heart to see the pain in the eyes of my mom, each passing day. Her 50 th  birthday was due just a month back. It called for a grand silver jubilee celebrations. All throu...

You know you are a board student when every tiniest activity of external world seems amazingly interesting to your senses. It’s like you suddenly have all the curiosity to even watch playful pigeons for hours and not getting even slightly bored. Oh, how can you forget those meandering ants? My favorite pass-time. And then there are few disguised-from-everyone checklist one makes that definitely needs to be ticked off after exams. Join a Dance class, party with friends, mall visits, park fun, movies, gossips and what not! Just ask a boarder her list, and she will display her best hand-written long pager, so long t hat you wouldn’t doubt her answer writing capacity for sure. Haha. But guess what tops the chart? Trips. Long Drives. Travel. New place. And Ultimately, Nirvana. I am Ishika and I am one such of a travel freak. Travel is like a wine, the more you sip, the more you relish. No, No, I am just 17 and I haven’t tasted it yet, but that’s what p...

To all the home-maker readers, won't you agree that one of the liveliest and sporty times that you spend has to be during kitty parties? Yes right? I know. I have been organizing these monthly parties for around 5 yrs to the least. Now, the thing with this kind of parties is that they are more of a social experiment. Throughout those weeks ahead, the host wracks her brain so much to decide what NEW can be done that she almost loses a dozen of her hair strands out of temporary stress. Haha! Isn’t it true? Themes range from Bollywood divas to beach rave, from Halloween festivity to Women’s day celebs and what not. Ladies are absolutely filled with creativity and event management from their childhood days and I undoubtedly consider this as a pure fact. Just last month, I had arranged my kitty party to have a “Ravish Red” theme. Shiny red lights, red balloons, spongy saliva activating red velvet cake, crimson aisle runner with flower pot containing dark red roses, dress code a...

“ What’s her problem guys’? Do we live in a hostel or in a caged prison??” “That’s true! The problem is she doesn’t WANT to listen to what we want to say. This happens like every alternate day and it puts me off almost most of the time dude!” “I know right. This is annoying, I understand. But we need to confront this matter in front of her once. Let’s hear to out what she has to say about her behavior. Are you both in?” Savita Tai, our hostel warden. As typical Indian girls-warden-hostel-conflict it would sound, perhaps yes, it indeed was. Not a bit different. The same late-nights-not-allowed issues, outsiders-are-prohibited issues, no-booze-parties problem, and boys’ entry?? Well, forget the whole body, not even their single trace of hair should be found on the premises. Phew! Something every hosteller dread in their hostel life. And one more thing: An exclusive grey act of bribing could land you up at home for straight 10 days. Suspension by college VCs. It surely was an ...

I was what you would stereotype as a ‘tomboy’ during my growing years. A frizzy haired girl dotted with freckles on her cheeks, ‘Fearless Farah’ was my alliterative name in my school year book. My idea of ‘Living It Up’ was to don a t-shirt, shorts, a pair of sneakers and a baseball cap and go climb a tree, jump from a two –storey building, do wheelies on my BMX which eventually graduated to my brother’s Pulsar 220 when I turned all of 20. But my ultimate high was and still remains going on hiking and trekking trips. YOLO! - You Only Live Once is my motto. Traveling with my brother’s gang every year, tomultiple places had become a ritual. It was sacrosanct. Valley of flowers - Uttarakhand, Araku Valley -   Andhra Pradesh, Dzongri - West Sikkim, Siang Valley – Arunachal Pradesh, Sandakphu Trek - West Bengal to name a few exhilarating treks with the gang. The boys wouldn’t even think about taking a trip without me - I was one of the ‘Bhais’, the lucky charm.But my fate...