Throwing my stable life to the winds..

Narissa Allibhai Backpacker Diaries, Politics & Society, Whimsical Whirlings 4 Comments

I can now die with no regrets. In December 2013, amidst studies in California, I crossed the border to Mexico on foot and tried out this ‘backpacking’ thing for a month. Remind me to tell you some crazy stories from that trip another day. After that month, a dream formed, of a long backpacking trip in South America. I decided …

Short Stories of India

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Some fun little tales from my trip to the motherland.. Mumbai International Airport It is witching hour when we step off the plane and into the tunnel in a dreamlike haze. People await their fellow travellers like confused ghosts floating in the tunnel. They stare at us walking by with slow, sleepy eyes, and we stare back. As we sleepwalk …

Hurtling Blindly through Life’s Motions

Narissa Allibhai Whimsical Whirlings 5 Comments

First came the baby and toddler stages, gradually learning to think. Through primary and secondary school I was a studious, obedient kid who aced exams. Come university, I danced through a wonderful three years of undergrad, learning how to live alone and navigate the balance of work-hard, party-hard. 3 weeks after the Bachelor’s ended, the Master’s began. Two intense years …

100 Hours of Meditation

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I joined a Vipassana meditation course without knowing what it was. My favourite cousin and wild spirit whom I deeply love once told me I had to do a Vipassana as it would change my life. So I unquestioningly signed up. Only then did I start reading up on it and realise what deep mud I had gotten myself into. …

Brown Privilege and Rockets

Narissa Allibhai Backpacker Diaries, Politics & Society 2 Comments

Time for some honest racial realizations from yours truly. Brown Privilege We all know about White Privilege. I am a person of colour, specifically of descent from the exoticised Indian peoples. Doesn’t sound too privileged does it? However, my skin colour lends a fair amount privilege to my life in Kenya. A simple example of “My Dress My Choice” – …