Wanderlust: The Only Luggage That Matters

I have always loved travelling and visiting new places. It excites me, inspires me, and honestly makes me feel alive. But one thing I have noticed again and again is how travellers quietly judge other travellers. It happens more often than we admit.

There are usually two types of travellers. One group travels mainly for a break — a proper vacation with rest, slow mornings, and easy days. The second group travels to explore — to fit as many places as possible in a short time, even if it becomes hectic. I fall closer to the second group. When I travel, I want to see everything I can. New places pull me like a magnet and I enjoy soaking in every bit of it.

But here is the funny part. The explorer travellers often look down on the vacation travellers for being “too slow”. And the relaxed travellers think the explorers are “doing too much”. So who is right? Honestly, neither.

The same judgment happens with food. Many travellers scoff at people who crave Indian food while abroad, especially vegetarians. They say you should try the local cuisine or you are not a “real” traveller. But having lived in the Philippines for two years, I can tell you it is not easy to find pure vegetarian food everywhere. Sometimes it is tiring. Sometimes your body just wants the comfort of dal, roti, rice or something familiar. And why not? Indian food is the best anyway.

The truth is very simple. There is no one way to travel. There is no formula that everyone must follow. Each person has their own life, their own comfort zone, their own needs and their own way of experiencing the world. Travel is meant to make you happy. It should not become a competition.

Some people want to relax. Some want to explore. Some want local food. Some want Indian food. None of these choices make someone less of a traveller.

The moral of the story is this. Travel the way you want. Enjoy what feels right to you. And let others do the same. No judgment. No pressure. Just pure, personal experience.

At the end of the day, the world is too big and too beautiful for us to waste time criticizing how someone else chooses to enjoy it.

Labels

One of my favourite quote is, Your opinion about me, is not a fact about me.

I have been labeled by people according to their convenience, right from childhood. Some things might be true, some a momentary truth but most of them is just a false judgement.

When I was in school, people termed me a Homebody, not mixing with people from the neighbourhood. Truth was I always loved being outdoors. The reason I didn’t mix with neighbours was I never got the right company.

The next label was fat. Wherever I went, I had to bear taunts and remarks of people calling me various names, all synonyms of Fatso. But I was more than just fat. I was emotional, sensitive, ambitious, hardworking, studious, polite, and so much more!

Years passed and I started working. I had to travel in local trains to reach my work place. I used to be harassed a lot because I was overweight. I took half a person’s space more. I never took a seat due to my guilt but even standing was a problem. On some days I couldn’t take the jabs quietly and started hitting back. Verbally as well as physically. I got a new label Quarrelsome.

But this is not who I am. I am a peace loving, confrontation avoiding person. But I also have a severe sense of justice. I can’t stand injustice. And once, when things start getting unbearable, I would definitely give tit for tat. Due to these stray incidents, conveyed in a convenient manner via gossip, makes people think I am a mean or nasty person. This, however, doesn’t matter to me.

My reputation means a lot to me but only in the eyes of people I love and respect. Fortunately, apart from one off cases, they have always stood by me. Not defending me, but at least they believe who I really am. For this I am always thankful.

The moral of the story is:

Dr.Seuss