Bon Voy­age to Puducherry

"Don't lis­ten to what they say, go see."

Storizen Magazine - - What's Inside - - by Aparna Mukher­jee

I am Sa­nia, a 25year-old girl lives with my room­mate in the City Of Dreams, Mum­bai. Usu­ally, on a Fri­day even­ing, my roomie, Sonal, goes out with her friends at a disc. I like soli­tude. Hence, ei­ther I spend my week­ends at home or I ex­plore Mum­bai all by my­self. Today, I came to Chow­patty beach. It is one of the fa­mous beaches in Mum­bai. The beaches are my fa­vorite hang­outs. I of­ten come to this place to seek so­lace from the crowded city life of Mum­bai. The sun­sets, crash­ing waves, the hordes of tourists, the chil­dren's noise and the roar­ing busi­ness of ven­dors fascinate me. As the sun was

set­ting be­low the hori­zon, my mind took me back on the day when I had been to the ster­ling beach of Puducherry. I re­mem­bered the day when my mind was clogged upon fac­ing the the ir­ri­ta­tion of hu­mid weather. The daily chores at home on week­ends and the job at the work­place were prod­ding me to take a break and go at a place where no one will dis­turb me. I was ex­hausted and was rest­ing on a couch when my mo­bile phone star­tled me with its ring­tone. I saw on the mo­bile screen the name of my aunty who used to stay in Pondicherry. My aunt had her fam­ily in Canada. She came to In­dia for some months. She had an of­fi­cial meet­ing at Puducherry. She called me to take me along with her in that beau­ti­ful place. Her in­vi­ta­tion to Puducherry had gave me a rea­son to take flight from the hec­tic life. I grabbed the op­por­tu­nity and flown away with my aunt to set my feet in the sur­prise land Puducherry. My aunt left for her conference on the day we landed in Puducherry. I did not want to get bored in the ho­tel. So, I went down at the re­cep­tion counter and asked the staff about sight­see­ing of the place. The staff sug­gested me to have a stroll on the beach nearby the ho­tel. They helped me book a tourist guide who would help me show the cap­ti­vat­ing land. What a mes­mer­iz­ing sight it was! My eyes had been for­tu­nate to wit­ness breath­tak­ing scenic beau­ties of the beach. As I walked along the seashore, the blue water, the fresh air of tall co­conut trees, sparkling sand, roar­ing shores and the foamy waves soothe my tired mind. While I was walk­ing along the beach, I learned from my tour guide that French had es­tab­lished its colo­nial rule in this place. It was in­deed a fas­ci­nat­ing sight to view a gi­gan­tic tall light­house on the seafront.

One can be thrilled to feel the blend of the East and the West in this ex­otic lo­ca­tion. The en­tire af­ter­noon I spent sit­ting on the beach. In the even­ing, I ex­plored the silent streets of Puducherry. My eyes caught sight of the French names that were en­graved in the colo­nial bun­ga­lows and on the clean pave blocked streets which will give you a feel of the past cen­tury. That even­ing was won­der­fully spent as I delved into the the French her­itage while I was ex­plor­ing those spectacular beach and streets. Next day, my aunt and I were all set to dig in the rich art of the place. The Aurobindo Ashram is an ac­claimed tourist spot where I got to see spir­i­tu­ally-in­clined peo­ple. It is a tran­quil place where the abun­dance knowl­edge from the learned peo­ple in the Ashram will en­lighten your soul. Not the flut­ter­ing sounds of feath­ers of birds can be heard in­side the Ashram. I have seen count­less tourists flock­ing at the Auroville to at­tain spir­i­tual sal­va­tion. I found a med­i­ta­tion centre in the premise of the Ashram. I booked a ticket to see the en­chant­ing golden color globe of Mat­ri­mandir which is a med­i­ta­tion centre. My tour guide told me that you need to have a serene state of mind be­fore you med­i­tate in­side the Mat­ri­mandir. I saw many tourists were sit­ting in the gar­den of the premise of the Mat­ri­mandir. While sit­ting in the gar­den and watch­ing the petal globe from a dis­tant, I was feel­ing peace in­side my soul. For the time be­ing, I felt de­tached from the ma­te­ri­al­is­tic world. In the even­ing, we tasted sump­tu­ous meals of Puducherry. The food joints dished out a variety of cuisines rang­ing from Ta­mil­ian del­i­ca­cies to lip-smack­ing French del­i­ca­cies. I was elated to find the blend of the East and the West in the cuisines served in the food courts.

The next day aunty was about to fly back to Canada and I was get­ting ready to fly back to Mum­bai. Leav­ing the be­witch­ing place was tough for me. With heavy heart, I left Puducherry. My body flew back to Mum­bai, but my mind stayed back in the spell­bind­ing land of Puducherry. Aparna de­fines her­self as a wo­man who be­holds high as­pi­ra­tions and firmly be­lieves in ex­pand­ing her hori­zon. She holds a Mas­ter de­gree in English from Mum­bai Univer­sity. By pro­fes­sion, she is a blog­ger and writer who writes in­for­ma­tive ar­ti­cles for UK and US blogs and web­sites. She has been a con­tribut­ing au­thor in the an­thol­ogy "Mem­oirs of Love". As a per­son, she is open-minded, down-to-earth and ami­able in na­ture. Her world re­volves around cre­ativ­ity. She wishes to make her mark in the lit­er­ary world, hop­ing to leave an in­deli­ble im­print on her read­ers' minds.

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