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One of the great things about travel is that it gives you the eye and time to find out good stories and good kind people all over. Do you remember the Vicks advertisement – Mother, daughter, hostel? No problem, if you don’t, I will help you to remember the heart-touching story. And this love story proves that love has saved humankind.

Today I am sharing with you Gauri’s story. Gauri Sawant adopted a little girl named Gayatri in 2008 when she was just 5 years old after Gayatri’s mother died of AIDS. She is a good human being and a courageous mother who also works as a social activist. Gauri Sawant born Ganesh Sawant adopted her daughter even though it is illegal for transgender people to adopt children. Yes, You read it right, she is transgender. She is beyond your rules, my rules, society’s rules, except love.

Gauri says “Motherhood is beyond gender. Motherhood is a behavior”

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The Story Of The Motherhood

Gauri Sawant is a transgender activist from Mumbai. She is the director of Sakshi Char Chowghi which helps transgender and HIV/AIDS patients. She has started an old age home for transgender people called Nani ka Ghar, meaning Grandmother’s Home, where old transgender people will take care of sex workers’ children.

Sawant, left her family at an early age to come to Bombay. While working at an NGO, Gauri came across her daughter, Gayatri. Gayatri had been orphaned in 2001 when her mother died.

The child’s grandmother was going to sell her into slavery when Gauri met her. She decided to adopt her, and since then the two have shared a very close mother-daughter bond. Gauri is the first transgender woman to have made her way into motherhood. According to her, “There’s no gender in being a mother”. Gayatri is now studying to be a doctor and lives in a hostel. Gauri’s inspiring story came to the forefront when Vicks portrayed her journey with Gayatri in an ad that has since its release been watched 1 crore times. She was featured in that Ad by Vicks too.

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With Gauri Sawant

Breaking Orthodox Tradition

Gauri breaks orthodox traditions and stereotypes prevented in her country. She is full of life, confident, and above all very loving human being. Her house is full of colleagues who adore her, and whom she has made feel safe. It is not easy to be a Gauri Sawant. I mean, having such a broad mind, modern thoughts, and a simplistic approach to life is tough. We can only talk about it and claim to have all these. But that’s what society needs more, that’s what Gayatris need more. She challenged the norm that parenting is only for married couples or male/ female genders. May she inspire her story and make more humans like her.

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About Me

A few years back I was busy doing a project in Lonavala, Maharashtra. And one Friday evening, I met this lady there, “Hirava Aaji’ means “grandmother in green”. Every Friday evening in Lonavala Bajar, a weekend market used to run. Clothes, fancy items, chikki, vegies, fudge, decorative pieces, it used to be a carnival. That evening I had no work, so went for little trolling. The moment I reach in the weekend market I got stuck. Seeing people buying things, family, couples, friends were enjoying the nice and breezy weather, I felt a little lonely.

The Green Grandmother

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And I saw her

Slowly I moved to a nearer tea stall and asked for a cup. Meanwhile, in a corner, I saw greenery. It was so green that one could not move their sight.

An old lady, in green sari and blouse, green bangles in her both wrists, chains in her neck, and a red vermillion round tika on her forehead, was selling all kinds of green leaves; mint, pudina, methi, green chillies. She was sitting in front of a closed shop, with a grumpy expression on her face. She was looking right through me.

I was surprised and started thinking, “How did I offend her?” The tea seller understood my confusion and said, “She is asking for a tea, I am busy here with the customers. I asked her to come and collect but she wants it served there.” I said, “oh it is not a big deal then, give me the tea, I will give it to her”. The tea seller warned me, “no Saheb, rehun de, she is not nice to people. Her husband has left her and never returned for more than 5 years. Since then she turned really rude”. Still, I took the cup and went to her.

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The interaction

She asked rudely, “Tu Kona ahesa?” (Who are you). I showed her the teacup in my hand. She took it and said, “tumko kaun lane ke liye bola” ( Who asked you to get the tea for me). I just smiled, thinking that she would be soft post this. But she did not smile back. I tried to start a conversation, “Aaji why you all green?” She looked at me and asked, “why, majhe?” “Why are you in jeans and a t-shirt?”. I did not know what to say. I fumbled and said, “no what I meant that you are so green, it’s good to see that. Is this for some religious belief? I am just curious.” I smiled.

Her expressions became more aggressive when she uttered these words, “this is the problem of you people. You join religion with every colour”. She was way more progressive than I am. I felt ashamed. She looked at me, and that time she spoke with me quite mildly. I got to know how she is being judged every day in her village by her people, for not looking for the husband who left her behind. None of her children took care of her. In this situation, like any human being, I felt compassionate. And like any human being, we show compassion by making a compensate. I did the same mistake.

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The learning

“500?… Do you want 500 rupees coriander? What will you do with so much dhaniya? Take your money, I can earn. I take this money today, people will observe it and judge this. They will ask silly questions and irritate me. And I don’t want to spoil my habit of earning money” I turned and about to go back, then she called me again, and smiled that time and said, “yeh Dhaniya leke jao, ma ko bolna mast chatni banake khilaye”. Take the coriander, ask your mother to make a nice chutney out of it.

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Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, and Queer (LGBTQ) Pride Month, is currently celebrated each year in June. To honor the 1969 Stonewall Uprising in Manhattan. Also in many parts of the world, June is ‘Gay Pride Month’ or LGBT Month. Wish you every one Happy pride month. Pride Month is dedicated to celebrating the LGBTQ community as well as their struggle against discrimination and social ostracisation. In many countries around the world, there are various activities for the LGBTQ community throughout the month. The events also at times serve as demonstrations for legal rights such as same-sex marriage. The Stonewall Uprising was a tipping point for the Gay Liberation Movement in the United States. In the United States, the last Sunday in June was initially celebrated as “Gay Pride Day” but the actual day was flexible.

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The History Of Pride Month

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PRIDE is an acronym for Personal Rights in Defense and Education. The organization was formed in Los Angeles, California in 1966, by Steve Ginsburg. PRIDE, from its very inception, was much more radical than the pre-1960s homosexual rights groups.

On June 28, 1969, the Stonewall Inn, a gay bar in Greenwich village Manhattan became the focal point of the gay revolution. The Inn became quite popular for gay people. Also, The Stonewall Inn was one of the few places that allowed gay people to dance. During that era, police raided gay bars and arrested 13 people. The raid ignited the long pent-up frustration of the LGBTQ community. Also, many patrons and gay residents of the Greenwich village started to gather around the Inn. The situation turned aggressive, and many civilians were manhandled. Also, an LGBTQ woman was hit by a policeman as he bundled her into a police vehicle. Instantly, a full-fledged riot broke out led by trans women like Marsha PJohnson’s, Sylvia Rivera, and Miss Majorin. It led to five more days of belligerent protests and activism by the LGBTQ people of New York.

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On June 28th, 1970 people marked the first anniversary of the Stonewall Riots. This event was organized to remember the anniversary of the Stonewall Rebellion. And it was the first-ever Gay Pride March. This was not a parade as we know it today. There was no music, no dancing, no glitter. It was a legitimate risk to walk out and march. And it was a sign of resistance. New York, Los Angeles, and Chicago also started pride march at that same time. The next year, the marches had spread to Boston, Dallas, London, Paris, and even West Berlin.

Pride Marches Of Acceptance

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In the US, the first-ever ‘official’ Gay Pride Month was declared by President Bill Clinton in June 1999 and then followed up by declaring one in June 2000 as well. The Stonewall Riots hence mark an important day in the evolution of modern-day gay rights. In 2016, President Obama declared the Stonewall Inn a national monument. President Obama, during his two terms from 2009-2016, declared June as the LGBT month each year. Mr. Trump took to Twitter to announce that June was the LGBT month but abstained from an official proclamation. President Biden has declared June to be the LGBTQ+ Pride Month of 2021.

Since 2012, Google has also been increasing its LGBTQ + stand on its homepage. Any search on Google that deals with the subject of LGBTQ is an introduction to homosexual pride with a distinct rainbow color pattern.

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The Land Of Festivals -Nagaland

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  • More than 150 official Pride festivals and events are happening around the world in 2021.
  • The Sao Paulo Brazil Gay Pride is considered the biggest and the best gay pride parade in the world. In fact, it holds the title of The Largest Pride in the Guinness Book of World Records, as the biggest pride parade in the world starting in 2006 with 2.5 million people.
  • Kolkata’s pride march in 1999 was the oldest pride walk in India and South Asia, organized on 2 July. The walk was called The Friendship Walk. The parade began with hardly fifteen participants and some of these participants came from other cities in India, including Mumbai and Bangalore. Kolkata was chosen as the first city to host the march owing to Kolkata’s history of movements for human and Political Rights.
  • Amsterdam didn’t start as a call for equal rights for LGBT people. This is probably because the Netherlands is one of the most LGBT-friendly countries on the planet. In fact, it was the first to legalize same-sex marriage, which took place between two men in Amsterdam. The city’s gay pride festival usually happens on the first weekend of August, with cultural and sports events as well as street parties.

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The Pattern!!! The Similar Kind!

“Baba, I find Jacky Chan“. ” See how smart, only 8 years old. He recognizes the pattern”– said the proud mother.

“Pattern!!!” this word made me turned to them. It was important to see their faces. That 8 years old’s father proudly said, “An engineer’s son after all. But he is no Jacky but a similar kind son. What will you have, I am ordering mixed momo bucket, we will share.”. The child nodded happily.

“Similar Kind!!!” … I looked at the waiter; handsome, must be in his 17’s or 18’s, in black tee and jeans, slim build, 5.5 feet height, and with a cute smile. I felt concerned for him. He should not listen to all these crap, he must not feel bad. But they listen to these things every day. Being judged for their look are normal to them. They have learned to not give a damn. But that shield is also bearing ruthless and brutal attacks.

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Who Are They?

The son asked again, “who is he?” “They all are Nepalis. These people have increased everywhere.” The engineer father continued. “I think he is from china, like your Jacky Chan. China is near from here. They come to these places to earn.” My eyes follow the waiter, he went near them, took all their orders politely and moved to the kitchen.

His Mrs. show off says, “our driver is also Nepali, he was listening to those songs entire road. This waiter has the same dialect.” Here the patriarchy said again with disgust, “Arre; you know nothing. The china border is not much far from Sikkim; just walking distance. I mean for them. China has so much population, these poor people have to come to India for the job”. I scoffed, being an Indian, do we have the right to point at any other country that’s too about population and lack of jobs.

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Find Me A God

The 8 years old smart asked, “baba do they celebrate Durga Puja”. I wonder, how the intellectual breed feeds their child toxin. The mother’s dangerous reply came, “Their’s GOD is different. They worship Lord Buddha, not Durga Ma”.

By the time the smiley hunk came with the Bengali family’s food and to surprise them all, he asked “sir aar kichu lagbe? (Sir do you need anything else). The family looked at him in awe. As he left, the father said, “see he has learnt our language so well. India is great. We accept everyone and make them one of us. Eat now.”

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I ate my food. The waiter came to me. “Sir, do you need anything else?” he asked. “Some good knowledge, common sense, with love and respect with no pretension and unnecessary superiority. I would like to give you a treat with the dish for your kindness, patience and affection towards dumbs.” I replied. Everyone looked at me. The father was shocked then a rage overpowered his gaze. But he was diction less, so he was burning me down with his eyes. looked at the smiley face. His eyes were on me too, but with respect and awe. The family in 10 minutes paid their bill and left from there abusing me indirectly.

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World Truth

Later I asked him, “Bhai, why do not you say anything to them?”. He said something which made me write today for him. He said, “sir many talk like this. How does it matter? All matter is my thought process, which tells me God is everywhere, in Durga, in Buddha, in them, in you and in me too.”

We all talk about unity in diversity. But we don’t respect the change. We all know the truth but always live in denial. Such hypocrisy. We all raise a voice about black lives matter, but we name the northeastern people momo, chowmein, chinki, Chakmas, Nepalis, Chinese and now coronavirus. We raise our voice against racism but on the other side recognise people by their looks and clothes. The real darkness is in our heart. That is world truth. We forget that we all belong to the same nation. But A simple waiter has more sense than an engineer. He has found his God. And I pray we too find HIM soon.

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Sleep is a very little but wonderful word. Without good sleep, we cannot think well. I have heard from many people that they have insomnia and use sleeping pills to sleep. I don’t have insomnia, but sometimes I don’t sleep at night for various reasons or excitement. When I can’t sleep at night, my hand goes to the book still on the bed first. I haven’t found such a good sleeping pill to date. Honesty, I have a long habit of sleeping with a book. I love traveling. And my relationship with travel starts with my sleep.

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Connection With My Traveling & Sleep

It is a funny incident in my life. I was 14. A travel journal from the newspaper brought sleep to my eyes that night. Once I went to a marriage house, and after talking for a long time, everyone fell asleep slowly. But I couldn’t sleep at all. I was in great trouble as there was no book. I did not understand what to do! Suddenly, the food covers started flying around. ( In India, there is a trend of covering food containers with newspapers during wedding ceremonies or events). I collected and cleaned several paper pieces from there and kept them beside the bed with great joy. I started reading those writings with great happiness, and after a short while, I fell asleep. And that was the first travel journal I ever read.

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Collecting Newspaper Cutting

It is still my favorite thing to save the newspaper’s cutting special travel-related journals. We still have many old papers cut in our house. My mother often has to scold me for the paper load of the house. I didn’t know then what to do with those papers, but I liked to keep them. But one important thing, those papercutting journals are helpful in my travel life now. And they are still my companion for many nights. These are my sleeping pills. They paint new exciting places for me. They make me calm and happy as a bedtime story does. It gives me a dream about new places. You can try them. It has no side effects.

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My Good Sleep Always Helps My Traveling

Good sleep is essential for a kick-start day. When you dream about the places you read about, you keep thinking about those. Your desire becomes strong to visit those places. The desire lead you to plan. Planning keeps your brain occupied. The occupied brain becomes tired and goes off to bed. One day the plan reaches execution. And there you go to your dream place. So see, that’s what I was telling you. Sleep has an intense relation with travel.

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Reading Is My Sleeping Pills

Many people take sleeping pills, but once they get the taste of a reading habit, it is difficult to leave it. Sleep is a sweet thing. If you hug her with love, she will love you back. It gives you many dreams which you would love to fulfill. Like I got mine, traveling.

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About My Story

Many interesting places in India have only developed from human beliefs and myths. Later people’s faith and respect turned that place into a unique one. Baba Mandir in Sikkim, India is such that kind of unique place. People believe that Baba Harbhajan Singh died while on duty. And his demise does not stop him from doing his duties. Until Harbhajan Singh’s retirement age, the Indian army sent his salary to his family every month. Every year his belongings are sent to his family in Punjab when Army officers are on holiday. His life story motivated us. Indian Government establishes a temple in his honor in Sikkim. This temple is called Baba Mandir.

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If you can’t find peace in any place, head to Sikkim. It’s the place where you will truly believe in the goodness of nature and humanity. The state of Sikkim, nestled in the North-Eastern part of India, isn’t exactly on the tourist radar. But it should be. The state has so much to offer to visitors. You will fall short of words to describe its natural beauty.

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Baba Harbhajan Singh -Hero of the Indian Army

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The temple of Baba Harbhajan Singh of East Sikkim has been built through various mysteries and stories.
Baba Harbhajan Singh is revered as the “Hero of Nathula” by soldiers of the Indian army. He was born on 30th August 1946 in Punjab, Harbhajan joined the Indian Army at the age of 20. On 4th October 1968, while escorting a mule column from his battalion headquarters at Tukla to Deng Chukla, he slipped and fell into a fast-flowing stream and got drowned. The army searched for his body for three days but didn’t find it. Believed that one of his Sepoy friends was informed in his dream about the exact location of his body with his wish to be cremated there with full military honors. Later a memorial was built at the cremating spot which came to be known as Baba Mandir.

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Beliefs And Myths About Baba Mandir

• The people of Sikkim and Indian Army officers still believe that even after the death of Baba Harbhajan Singh, his soul is still working in the border areas.
• Any army official not maintaining clean and disciplined attire is punished with a slap by Baba himself. This shows how disciplined he was all his life.
• It is also believed that water kept at the Baba Harbhajan shrine becomes capable of curing ailing persons. Devotees, therefore, leave bottles of water in the name of ailing people and then give this blessed water to the sick.
• There is a belief in the army that Baba will warn them of an impending attack at least three days in advance.

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In Honor Of Baba Harbhajan Singh

• Every year on 11 September, a jeep departs with his personal belongings to the nearest railway station, New Jalpaiguri, from where it is then sent by train to the village of Kuka, in the Kapurthala district of Punjab. A small sum of money is contributed by soldiers posted in Nathula to be sent to his mother each month.
• The Army is on high alert when Baba is on leave.
• During flag meetings between the two nations at Nathu La, even the Chinese Army set a chair aside to honor him.

The End Story

Captain Harbhajan Singh retired from the army a few years back. Indian army hadn’t promoted him from Sepoy to captain. One important thing is that his family never received a salary every month from the Indian Army directly. But the soldiers there created a fund in his honor which raises money for his family. In 2005, he was scheduled to retire.

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About My Story

I met the little Goddess In Shantiniketan. I do believe in GOD. God for me is there as the air, sometimes breezy, sometimes still, sometimes stormy. God is like my heartbeat, which goes fast, faster, or faster like the graph of my emotions. Or like the tiny hand which suddenly holds my pinkie finger on a sunny day in Sonajhuri Haat, Shantiniketan on a random day on a winter morning. That sudden warm, unexpected touch make me see the Goddess Kali standing beside me. 

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My First Reaction in front of the Goddess


The goddess surprises me not only with her unexpected occurrence but also with her 4 feet height and a purple sweater underneath her gorgeous blue dress. Goddess look at my poker face also. For a moment, doubt overpowers me, how can I see a God, that too, so small, a childlike. After a few moments of doubt, something inside me slams me, saying I am killing a lifetime opportunity to meet God. I together all my slept devotions, and think of asking a boon. But the surprise does not end for me yet. Before I Can, the Goddess asks, “Can you give me 5 rupees? I will have pickles”. A few moments ago, my mind used all its energy in thinking, clearing doubts, mounting my devotions, and smashing my central logic, so it decides to take a break after hearing this question. What else can I expect? God wants money! 5 rupees! for pickles! So, I can’t answer anything and keep staring.

And The Godly Start

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God is kind, as she thinks of giving me another chance. She must know well that people don’t see God every day like cattle, so they tend to confuse. She shrugs me and asks again but with now little command, “Give 5 rupees”. And my hand itself slips inside my pocket and comes out with a 10 rupees note. As I stretch it towards her, I experience the difference. We want more than we need, but the Goddess knows what exactly she wants. As, she takes the note and tells me, “oh, you don’t have a chance, wait here, from the pickle seller I will bring you the change”. I look at the pickle seller, who is doing fail attempts at protecting pickles from the flies.

After she buys some pickles, she comes to return my money. And the sight touches me. That’s the power of simplicity and purity. My heart suddenly feels lighter when I see her coming towards me with the change in one hand, and licking the pickles from the other. All thoughts release my mind and hurt from its clutch. And I kneel in front of her and ask: “can you please spend the day with me at the fair? We will roam around, and I will feed you on time”. After a moment’s thought, she says: “Okay, but my brother will join me in an hour. Can you feed both of us?”. Goddess Kali’s brother? I never heard or read about him. Should I dare to ask? What if my ignorance upsets the Goddess? But the God is Omniscient. She says, “My brother’s name is Rohit, you will see him”. Excuse me, what! Isn’t “Rohit” a modern name? She starts walking by my side while licking the pickle. GOD is the big prankster, I must say.

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The Goddess Brother – Rohit

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I feel like offering her some food. But the Goddess is a little reluctant to have anything else; she refuses ice cream, chocolate, more pickles, rice, and fish curry until Rohit comes and joins us. Rohit has no Godly elements, he is an 11 years old, cool dude, in the winter he has unbuttoned his upper chest. He sits calmly under a tree with a hesitant smile on his face.

Now we eat together and listen to the Baul songs. I am feeling enlightened, never felt that pure ever. End of the day Rohit’s hesitant smile changes.

The Godly Experience

At the fair, the Bauls (Bengal’s folk singers) are singing loud in colloquial phrases, but the rhythm and the music are so soothing that we could not resist going there. They welcome us, one of them waves his hand to the Goddess and says: “Pinky, is everything alright at home?”. And hearing this, my mind speaks again, “PINKY! The Goddess has a nickname too! Why do all the Bengalis have to keep a nickname, and that to the Goddess too. No wonder her brother’s name is Rohit”. Pinky smiles and tells them to sing a song.

Now the Goddess tells me her story that she stays very far, in an interior village. And she loves this Sonajhuri fair, so every week Saturday and Sunday she visits here, sometimes as Goddess Kali, sometimes as Lord Krishna, sometimes as Shiva. Not only that, she bunks her Saturday school every week to come here. She is an artist, a polymorphic

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And The End of the Travel

Our time ends like magic. Finally, Goddess tells me, “We will leave now”, it feels like a Dashami day, I again kneel in front of her, asking her, “can I give you something, whatever you want”. She nods a no, then she says, “if you come tomorrow, then we will meet again”. But I have to return, but one part of me wanted to ignore all the responsibilities and stay for one extra day, but that was just not possible. The Goddess understands me again without me uttering a single word. She gives a smile and is about to leave. Then suddenly she comes back, holds my pinkie finger again, and asks: “can you buy me a small size Saree?”

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About Me


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A little village named Jumbur near Gir in the heart of Gujrat In India. Jambur is 24 km south of Sasan Gir. Actually, this village is called an African village in India. The people who live here, are of African descent but they speak the Gujarati and Hindi languages in daily life. We see many places on the planet whose traditions, culture, and language may not match that of the country. Even though Sierra Leone is a West African country, its official language is Bengali. Because in recognition of the contribution of Bangladeshi peacekeepers in the country’s civil war. Anyway, as soon as you enter this Jambur village in Gujrat it may seem as if you have entered an African city. But the demeanor of the people living here is Indian.

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The People Of Jambur Village In India

The people living in this village called Siddi People are originally known as Habshis. The locals call this village Siddhi village. They are the direct descendants of the Bantu Tribe of the African Great Lake region. According to history, most of the Siddhi People were brought as slaves by the Portuguese from Southeast Africa to give the Nawab of Junagadh as Present. Over time they settled in India, mainly Gujarat, Karnataka, Hyderabad, and Goa. But most Siddi people started living in this Jambur village in Gujarat. Islam was the common religion for them, many of them embraced the new belief and adapted to the environment here. As per local lore, a long time ago a ship loaded with African slaves came to the port of Gujarat and when those Africans landed they saw the lion of Gir and they thought they reached Africa. But it became a shock for them.

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Culture And Tradition

The Siddhi Peoples still hold their African unique culture. The Siddi community strictly married themselves, so their genes did not mix with the local Indian people. That is why they are still able to retain their unique African look. They have been living here for so long and have taken Gujarati customs as their tradition. They have almost forgotten their ancestral traditions. But they are trying to keep their few Bantu traditions preserved. They have been practicing their traditional Goma Music and that dance form. And their dance style is still the same as the African dance style. The most interesting thing is that Siddhi People have maintained their African clothing fashion trend even from India. They wear colorful and bright clothes in their daily life. They maintain a unique balance of Indian culture and African culture in their simple life.

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About Me

One of my favorite parts about traveling is meeting new people or friends. I would love to say that stranger thing! I prefer to mingle with people than visit historic monuments. No matter how much we travel alone, we get connected with some people somewhere during that journey. Meeting someone for the first time is very exciting for me. And my personal travel experiences taught me that strangers are much more helpful and polite. As we travel, we see changes in the environment, culture, and people in different places. And we will never know about their culture and tradition unless we mix with them.

I have made great connections with different people at different times in different places, including Nagaland, Pondicherry, Sikkim, and Assam, on my nearly one-and-a-half-year journey. Later I may not have had any direct contact with them, but I still feel that emotion when we met first. I can meet you on my next travel?

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The Lady And Her Tea stall In Guwahati

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The Kind Woman In Guwahati

One afternoon I was waiting at the bus stand in Guwahati to catch a bus to Jorhat at night. Due to travel, I was exhausted, and I fell asleep. The shop where I came to have tea was owned by an Assamese woman. She offered me a cup of tea with some warm concern “did not you sleep last night? Please have it, we will feel better”. More than the tea, her kind words charged me up. Then I told her my travel details, she kept quiet and said “do you want to sleep? There is a room next to my shop where you sleep and rest”. Before I would say yes or no, she told me “don’t worry, it is a clean bed”. I wanted to sleep so I took the offer. When I woke up after two or three hours, she smiled and made me a very good evening snack. She asked me to wait there until my bus arrives. I thanked her, paid for my meal, and headed toward my bus. But she stopped me. She handed me a small packet. The kind woman said “it is your dinner with bread and vegetables.

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Believe In Strangers

Sometimes I believe in stranger

It’s a simple incident. When I reached Majuli Island in the morning, I needed to go to the toilet badly. I asked some people about the location of the washroom. They showed me a place, but I could not go with my heavy backpack. They were strangers to me, and my bags were stranger things to them. But still, I had no option but to believe them at that moment. In there, I was worried about my backpack, as it had all my important documents and money. I regretted my decision, but when I came out, I found them guarding my belongings. I was so relaxed. They ordered tea for me. It seems that believing in people might be a little difficult, but sometimes we have no choice but to trust strangers, who might give us a lifetime memory to cherish.

Facebook Friend In Jorhat

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Social media friend Dipak at Jorhat

In Jorhat, I met my social media friend. When I was in Nagaland through my Facebook profile I got connected with some locals from Jorhat. I had a conversation with a gentleman named Deepak. He lived with his family in Jorhat. Deepak assured me that he would arrange an auto for me from the Jorhat bus stand to Majuli ferry ghat. Early morning I reached the Jorhat bus stand, Deepak called at the same time as the bus arrived. And I saw him waiting for me in an auto-rickshaw. He came to pick me up because his auto driver was late for the day. By profession, he was the staff of a government school there. Deepak gave me a lot of information about Jorhat. We had breakfast together and he dropped me off at the ferry ghat to go to Majuli. I have very little time with Deepak but unforgettable.

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When Unknown People Become Good friends In Nagaland

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Meet Unknown Friends In Nagaland
 My Extended Naga family
My Extended Naga family

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The world is full of good people. And in Nagaland, the fact was no different. Before traveling to Nagaland, many people warned me about Nagaland. Their culture, eating, and drinking habit does not match with people like us. But the experience that I had is completely different. In Nagaland, I spent time with a beautiful Naga family. And their whole family helped me tremendously to get around Nagaland and took care of my other things.

As I was touring the Hornbill Festival, I met some young Naga people. And in a short time, they became very close friends. We went out together, sang songs and ate different foods. For the remaining four days I stayed with those new friends at their home in Kohima. They gave me tours in their car to different places in Nagaland. In my last 4 days in Nagaland, they never let me feel that I am not in my own house. And the warmest thing was that they cooked various famous dishes of Nagaland in their home and fed me.

Solo Travel is always fantastic when you meet strangers on your way. The fastest way to make a friend for life is to travel with a stranger. And these things it’s called stranger things.

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The richest man in the world In 1936. Mir Osman Ali Khan, the seventh Nizam of Hyderabad.  He ruled Hyderabad between 1911 and 1948 until it was merged into India. He is renowned not only for his vast wealth but also for his frugality. The richness of his treasury was, in fact, legendary. So much so that he used the Jacob diamond, a 185-carat gem the size of a lime, as a paperweight.

He is also known for his refusal to join the Indian union. In 2008, Forbes magazine listed the Nizam as the “fifth all-time wealthiest” person with a net worth of $210.8 billion, while Time magazine called him the richest man in the world in 1937.

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Nizam Mir Osman Ali Khan

Richest Nizam used to smoke the cheapest brand of cigarettes. He bought less and ate more than the guests who came to him. Also, he used to sew his own clothes with his own hands. The tailor did not get any money. The teenagers of the house had to change their clothes and wear them again. New clothes or shoes would not enter the house unless they were torn or torn.

A stingy man like him, no one around him saw. He used to go out on the street, eat at the shop and quarrel with the shopkeeper over the price. None of his comrades can ever think of receiving a quarter of a bounty.
The former Nizam had more than 50 Rolls-Royce cars and claimed to use the famous Jacob Diamond as a paperweight in his office. At present, its price is more than a thousand crore rupees. Yet the man had an oddly modest appearance — wearing the same tattered fez for 35 years and mostly cotton pajamas. Of course, he had his indulgences — the nizam had a prodigious sexual appetite, and it is said, had more than 100 illegitimate children.

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The Richest Man In The World

His life was very ordinary. But this ordinary man had an incredible amount of wealth. He was the richest man in the world when he was Nizam. Mir Osman Ali khan sent a diamond necklace worth crores of rupees to Elizabeth’s wedding. Which is still known as ‘Nizam Necklace’ in Rani’s collection. Yes, this ultimate thrifty man was once the richest man in the world.

Sir Mir Osman Ali Khan Siddiqui, the last Nizam of the state of Hyderabad and Berar in undivided India. The state was the largest state in subjugated India. Adding Scotland and England, the size of the then Hyderabad and Berar states was even larger. The Nizam ruled with a population of 18 million and a land area of ​​82,898 square miles. Nizam’s picture appeared on the cover of the February 22, 1936 issue of the world-famous Time magazine. Below was the caption, The richest man in the world.

Fortune magazine valued his assets at two billion US dollars in the 1940s. At present, its value is less than four billion US dollars. The value of the money is about 29845 crore rupees. He was the richest man in the world and was considered the richest man in South Asia from 1930 to 1950, until his death in 1986.

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Nizam’s Contribution To British Exchequer

The Nizam family had ruled Hyderabad since the early 18th century, yet he was the only ruler in British India who enjoyed the title of Exalted Highness owing to his contribution of £25 million to the British exchequer during the First World War. And a few days ahead of India’s independence, he deposited an amount of 1 million in his account at the Westminster Bank in London. The money remained untouched for nearly 71 years and accumulated to about 35 million or 306 crores as valued in 2019 when a British judge finally ruled for the Nizam’s descendants to collect it from London’s National Westminster Bank.

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Operation Polo

Sir Mir Usman Ali Khan Siddiqui, the last Nizam of the independent state of Hyderabad and Berar in British India, ruled the state from 1911 to 1947. Wanted to turn the state into a state. Did not want to take the state under India or Pakistan. Nijam wanted to be an independent state with India and Pakistan. Chowdhury Rahmat Ali gave the name ‘Usmanistan’. But the Indian government rejected Nizam’s decision. But he was nascent for his own separate independent state. The Indian Army failed to negotiate a table with the Nizam. The Indian Army attacked Hyderabad on 13 September 1947. A division of the Indian Army and a tank brigade under Major General Jayant Chowdhury attacked Hyderabad. The attack was code-named ‘Operation Polo’.

It was not possible for the Nizam’s 5,000 troops to repel the ground and air attacks of India’s trained army. So the Nizam accepted the rate in a few hours. His states of Hyderabad and Berar entered the map of India. After its incorporation into India, Nizam Mir Usman Ali was inaugurated as the Head of State of Hyderabad on 25 January 1950. He held the post till October 31, 1956.

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Nizam’s Grant To India

In 1975, China was turning a blind eye to India. Got a partner in Pakistan. The country from the attack of external enemies.

India created the National Security Fund to save. The then Prime Minister of India Lal Bahadur Shastri was in Hyderabad. He requested the Nizam to donate something to the National Security Fund of India. The stingy Nizam listened to everything. According to popular lore, Nizam Osman Ali donated 5000 kg of gold to the National Security Fund of India.

The five tonnes of gold donated by the Nizam in 1975 is still the largest donation to the Indian exchequer.

This man spent 11% of his princely state budget on education. Primary education was compulsory. There was also free education for the poor. He has given huge sums to various educational institutions in India and abroad. He used to send money as a grant. Among them were Jamia Nizamia Darul Uloom Deoband, Aligarh Muslim University, and even Benares Hindu University. The Osmania University created by him is one of the largest universities in India.

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Nizam’s Deccan Airways

Nizam also had a hobby of flying. He founded the Hyderabad Arrow Club and Begumpet Airport in 1930. The national and international flights of Nizam’s Deccan Airways, the first commercial airline of British India, flew in the sky from this airport.

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Popular Lore About Nizam

Nizam Mir Usman Ali Khan Siddiqui, the richest and most saving man in the world. He has a very famous short story of frugality

Trunks loaded with 5000 kg of gold coins donated to the Indian Security Fund while being loaded into vans.

The standing Nizam frowned and told his own officers, “I have only donated five tons of gold coins.

Not the trunks. So make sure they come back to me. “