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Travelling - An underrated educational course

 

Travelling is by far the most underrated educational course I believe. So many learnings it imparts, and the empathy it rekindles in us. The empathy for other cultures, societal notions and people’s beliefs. All-encompassing and wholesome.

We recently travelled to Hyderabad, the city of Pearl and I was pleasantly astonished at its history and culture. Mainly because the city has still retained its historical significance and every pillar and rock breathes and cherishes its value. For the uninitiated, Hyderabad boasts of Charminar, Hussain Sagar Lake, Salar Jung Museum and Golconda; the old and eternal gems. And Ramoji is a whiff of fresh air that combines modern-day filmmaking techniques with its stretches, winding lanes and palatial parks that have been home to some 5000-odd films. We spoke to some of the locals who are living here for aeons and the freshness and raw emotions that they gather when speaking about this city, their city, is phenomenal. I was overwhelmed and choked up by the liberty that these people took in regard to this city and that clearly reinstated the belief in me that you are every inch weaved to the vein of the city that made you what you are now. But not to forget that these people are from the generation that placed the city’s name as a prefix to their name.

And here we are, chiselled to find ourselves in the places we hop. We are straddling between modern and old. With times pacing rapidly, we want to tie ourselves with new technology but still, we have some part of us that tether strongly to the old and past. As much as we love to surround ourselves with modern amenities, we want to resurrect the old way of living and juxtapose it with the new to find a balance. Our generation is trying to find a space in this transition, on this cusp. To create something of our own and to live off of the charity of the old is indeed not very easy. We are trying to find semblance in the middle.

And what better than travelling to open our eyes to see the world that we left behind, the world that is still promising and has a lot to offer? 

 

 

 

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