On My Mind Today

Illiterati Cafe, Mcleodganj After coming across Digital Nomadism , I recently went to some places in India  (mentioned  here )  to explore the feasibility of pursuing it there.    One of them was the headquarters of Tibetan Government-In-Exile in India. Known for a large number of resident tibetans, it's sometimes referred to as 'Little Lhasa'.  I must say it was a good decision to include Mcleodganj in my trip.  The place offers a good 3g connectivity for many providers, cafes that provide decent wifi speed and some cheap places to stay. As an effort to make this information easily accessible to others, I have compiled below a list of cafes/restaurants in Mcleod where you can take your laptop.  I have rated each place with some parameters which I think would make it easy for someone to decide if the place suits their needs. I have personally visited each place listed and the opinions expressed are purely mine.   ...

Trek to Triund actually should be the first thing to do when you are in Mcleodganj, even if you are not into trekking. It was my first solo trek and it could not have been better.  Life is really about the choices that you make every day. The night before I planned to go to this trek, it started raining heavily in Mcleodganj. I had planned to leave the following morning at 7 am, but it rained continuously from 9pm to 3am. Disheartened, I had cancelled the plan before going to sleep, keeping in mind the weather. But the next morning when my eyes opened at 9 am, and at that very moment, I don't what happened but I knew I had to go to this trek. I suddenly jumped out of the bed, got ready and packed my bag in the next 20 mins, and left my hotel after grabbing a toast from the hotel breakfast table. I knew the first thing I had to do was to buy a raincoat as the weather was not clear yet and it could rain at any moment. The market usually opens by 8-9 am, so it was not di...

14th June, 6.50 pm I was trying to cross the highway as quickly as I could. There was no zebra crossing at that point and I was waiting for the moment where I would notice a small break in the traffic and would run towards the other end. 40 minutes back, I was congratulating myself that for the first time in my life, I had arrived at the bus station half an hour before the departure time. The place is called Majnu ka tila and is a major starting point for most of the long route buses starting from Delhi. There was a small ground at the back, followed by a narrow street where a large number of buses were lined up. There was a small park on one side of the road which seemed to serve as the natural waiting lounge for the passengers. As expected, the place was noisy with a mixture of sounds coming from all the sides. Bus conductors and bus horns, both shouting for the missing passengers, hawkers crying out all around, sounds of children playing cricket in the park, excited travel...