tradition

Pipes

September 19, 2017ByteSizealternatefacts, blogger, Blogging, culture, digital, dress, infoage, instapassport, instatravel, internet, lessons, Life, Love, Metaphor, ordinary, People, Reflection, season, story, tradition, traveladdict, travelblogger, traveller, traveltheworld, wanderlust, waysoftheworld, whatsapp, women

There are pipes that surround other pipes. All carried by wheels. Which have more wheels within wheels than there are wheels!

Big pipes. Silent, sturdy, and taken for granted. They don’t ask for attention, but without them, everything stops. Water, gas, data, ideas—flow matters. And flow needs structure.

Much like leadership. The best ones don’t make noise. They don’t demand applause. They just keep things moving—efficiently, reliably, and often unnoticed.

These pipes feed us with information and ideas about the world. For our own good we better think of which pipes we drink from and what wheels power them!

(at Mumbai, India)

A Pink Bicycle, a Green Canopy, and a Sunday Well Spent

September 17, 2017ByteSizeblogger, Blogging, culture, dad, daughter, dress, family, fashion, girls, instapassport, instatravel, lessons, Life, Love, Metaphor, missus, ordinary, parent, People, Reflection, season, story, Sunday, tradition, traveladdict, travelblogger, traveller, traveltheworld, wanderlust, women

Sunday mornings have a different rhythm. A little slower, a little softer, and undeniably indulgent. The world pauses just long enough to breathe. And today, indulgence takes the form of a pink bicycle, resting under a canopy of green. A simple, striking contrast—bold yet comforting, playful yet serene.

There’s something about pink. It carries the spirit of childhood, the joy of carefree pedaling, the wind rushing past, and the giggles that follow. It reminds us that life doesn’t always have to be about speed. Sometimes, it’s about presence.

Green completes the picture. The colour of renewal, of balance, of quiet strength. It frames the moment, offering a reminder that the world is constantly growing, shifting, and flowing—whether we rush through it or simply sit and take it all in.

And so, this Sunday morning is just that. A blend of pink nostalgia and green calm, a visual pause before the week begins again. A moment to breathe, to absorb, and to be.

How has your Sunday been? Did you find a moment of indulgence before Monday’s gears start turning?

(at Mumbai, India)

September 10, 2017Uncategorizedblogger, Blogging, culture, future, Ideas, instapassport, instatravel, Korea, lessons, Life, Love, Metaphor, ordinary, People, Play, purpose, Reflection, season, southkorea, story, streetperformance, tradition, traveladdict, travelblogger, traveller, traveltheworld, wanderlust

Dance, music and colour. You are running between places and suddenly, at the end of the street, a street performance.
You just stop. And look. And then see more than what’s on. In flowing flawless white with a whip of a red and blue, the artists move with elan.
The drizzle threatens. But people are on a song and dance. The twirl of the ribbon and the music from the instrument colour the grey sky.
(at Seoul, South Korea)

More Alike Than We Think: A Tribute to Korea’s Independence Day

September 10, 2017ByteSizeblogger, Blogging, culture, future, iday, Ideas, independenceday, instapassport, instatravel, Korea, lessons, Life, Love, Metaphor, ordinary, People, Play, purpose, Reflection, season, southkorea, story, tradition, traveladdict, travelblogger, traveller, traveltheworld, wanderlust

To walk through a new country, pick up its words, and lose yourself in its culture is to realise that home is not just a place—it’s a feeling. The warmth of strangers, the kindness in shared smiles, and the quiet understanding that, beneath it all, we are more alike than we think.

Our differences? Striking. Our similarities? Unexpected. Both, worth celebrating.

And so, on this day, as Korea marks its Independence, a simple wish: May we all keep moving forward, embracing the unfamiliar, and finding pieces of home wherever we go.

Happy Independence Day, Korea!

Colours, Coin, and a Question

April 23, 2016ByteSize, Travel Talesalagar, blogger, celebration, chithiraifestival, crowd, culture, Dance, destinations, facesyoudontforget, festival, Festivals, India, instapassport, Love, Madurai, music, paint, passion, pretense, renewal, Tamil, tamilnadu, tradition, traveladdict, travelblogger, traveller, traveltheworld, wanderlust, work

He appeared with a tap on my shoulder, cutting through the jostling crowd at Madurai’s Chithirai Festival. While chaos swirled around us, he stood calm, his face a riot of colour—deep devilish pink, adorned with glinting trinkets.

He smiled and held out a vessel. Ah, money, I thought. It paints the town red. Or, in this case, a shade of pink that refused to be ignored.

Carefully, I wrestled my wallet free, handed him a few notes. His eyes widened.

Was it the amount?
The act of giving itself?
Or my awkward attempt at wallet gymnastics in a jostling sea of people?

Surprise gave way to a grin, and suddenly—out of nowhere—he blessed me with a peacock feather.

I asked for a picture. He stood, smiled, then vanished into the festival, dancing to a new tune, swallowed by the crowd.

But his azure blue eyes lingered long after.

And a question stayed with me—Do we all wear paint to earn a living?

(at Madurai, India)

The Beat of Tradition, The Dance of Renewal

April 22, 2016ByteSize, Travel Talesalagar, azhagar, blogger, Blogging, chithiraifestival, culture, Dance, destinations, farmers, Festivals, folklore, instapassport, Madurai, music, renewal, Rural, tamilnadu, tradition, Travel, traveladdict, travelblogger, traveller, traveltheworld, wanderlust

You can’t miss the beats—they travel miles, weaving through memory and the moment.

Folklore spills onto the streets of Madurai, as rural dancers take center stage—bare-chested, bells jingling, raw energy flowing. Nothing polished, nothing rehearsed. Just movement, music, and meaning.

This is Chithirai Festival.

There’s no perfect synchrony, no scripted spectacle for the screen. Yet, there’s joy. A gay abandon of culture, faith, and spontaneous rhythm. A festival that isn’t just performed—it’s felt.

A new warp and weft to an old tradition.

A treat to the senses. A soothing of the soul. A renewal—of memories, of roots, of fresh dreams taking flight.

October 23, 2015Uncategorizedculture, eu, europe, france, Joy, Locks, Love, lovelocks, paris, tradition, Travel, traveldiaries

The tradition is this. The couple declare their love, lock it up in a sense by affixing a lock atop a bridge and throwing the keys into the river!
Whatever happens to their love is upto anybody’s guess. It sure does leave a heavy bridge that is full of locks. Locks of all shapes, sizes and even numbered combinations!
I first wrote about it here : https://www.kaviarasu.com/2015/04/locks-of-love/
Locks of love. Lots of them in romantic Paris!
#Paris #love #Locks #lovelocks #Travel #traveldiaries #joy #culture #tradition #europe #EU #France

October 20, 2015Uncategorizedbelgianchocolate, belgium, chocoholic, chocolate, culture, daughter, daughterdiaries, europe, Food, sin, sweettooth, tradition, Travel, traveldiaries

A travesty?
No. Something stronger than that. Quick, am searching for a simple word that conveys with consummate ease. Could you help ne?

A word to hold the following thought string : “to travel all the way to a place and not indulge in what the place offers’. I have been thinking of it for a while.
Then comes this Belgian chocolate. The awesome friends we are with in Belgium, indulge my little miss with.
After tasting it, taking in a portion of it and rolling my eyes in sweet joy, I found the word.
SIN.

#chocolate #Belgianchocolate #sin #Belgium #food #culture #tradition #Europe #daughterdiaries #daughter #sweettooth #chocoholic #travel #traveldiaries

February 7, 2015Uncategorizedeveningsnack, paanipuri, tradition

The top view. #paanipuri #eveningsnack #tradition

February 1, 2015Uncategorizedfiltercoffee, Sunday, Tamil, tradition

Morning has broken. Well and truly so. Only now. When the filter coffee descends. #sunday #filtercoffee #tradition #tamil