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Archita Redkar

11 September 2025 at 8:00:25 pm

Fifty Stories, Countless Journeys

Travel does not merely allow us to see the world; it changes something within us and makes us feel more complete. Writing fifty articles in a row was never part of a carefully planned decision. It simply happened. What began as a small wish to share my experiences and travel information became a meaningful journey. The encouragement of my readers, support of those around me and, above all, my desire to share my travel stories kept inspiring me. I feel like a person carrying many dreams in her...

Fifty Stories, Countless Journeys

Travel does not merely allow us to see the world; it changes something within us and makes us feel more complete. Writing fifty articles in a row was never part of a carefully planned decision. It simply happened. What began as a small wish to share my experiences and travel information became a meaningful journey. The encouragement of my readers, support of those around me and, above all, my desire to share my travel stories kept inspiring me. I feel like a person carrying many dreams in her heart, and I believe some will come true. Perhaps this is only the beginning, because one lifetime is never enough to experience everything our wonderful planet offers. Our world is filled with continents, countries, states, villages and towns, each with its own character and charm. Its forests, oceans, rivers, mountains, flora, fauna, cultures, traditions, languages and cuisines make every destination unique. Reading about places can be fascinating, but experiencing them personally creates a deeper connection. Travel changes something within us and makes us feel more complete. Some of my most cherished memories involve my dear co-travellers, including my parents. Their excitement, laughter, discoveries and innocent reactions have been among the most mesmerising parts of this journey. They remind me that travel is not only about destinations, but also about the people who share the journey and the memories we create. Writing allows me to preserve those memories. One such story takes me back to 2010, when I travelled with a group to Thailand, Singapore, Malaysia and Hong Kong. It was my first significant experience as a tour leader. I assisted my senior, learnt the practical details of group travel and observed carefully. The group included people from different backgrounds and with varying travel experiences. Some were travelling abroad for the first time, many from smaller towns and rural areas of India where international travel had seemed distant. Airports, aircraft, escalators, large shopping malls, clean streets, public transport and organised queues were extraordinary to them. Others were experienced international travellers, comfortable with airports, foreign currencies and public transport. This contrast made the group lively, with everyone seeing the same destinations differently. In 2010, facilities that seem ordinary today could appear magical to first-time travellers. Singapore’s MRT was one example: regular trains, clearly marked stations and an efficient system allowed them to travel confidently. Escalators were memorable too, with people standing on one side to let others pass, while drivers slowed down for pedestrians at crossings. Clean public toilets in airports, shopping centres, railway stations and tourist attractions showed that basic facilities could be maintained with dignity and care. Drinking water fountains, automatic ticket machines, clear signs, organised queues and cashless payments demonstrated how thoughtful systems could make daily life easier. These experiences showed travellers that societies can function differently and that there is no single way to live, work or organise a community. Travel encourages us to observe without judgement and appreciate possibilities beyond familiar surroundings. The most beautiful part was watching first-time travellers gain confidence. Initially, many depended on others and were unsure where to stand, which train to take, how to use ticket machines or find their hotel rooms. Gradually, they began observing, trying things independently and helping one another. By the end, some confidently navigated airports and shopping centres, handled foreign currency, ordered food and found their way around unfamiliar places. One traveller who had hardly travelled outside India became so comfortable that she began helping others with airport procedures and public transport. Another had believed international travel was only for people with greater wealth, education or opportunity. The journey changed her understanding of herself and showed her that she too could dream bigger. She returned with photographs, souvenirs and wonderful memories, but her greatest achievement was her confidence. That is the true power of travel: it can take us from one version of ourselves to a stronger and more confident one. Looking back, I realise that being a tour leader was never only about taking people from one sightseeing point to another. It was about watching dreams become reality, seeing eyes light up at unfamiliar sights, solving problems, sharing laughter and witnessing people absorb the beauty of a new place. That first group in 2010 taught me never to underestimate the power of a dream. To date, I have done more than 500 tours and travelled to 23 countries because of my profession and passion. I continue to love travel because there are countless places to see, people to meet and stories to share. I continue to write because every journey leaves behind a memory worth preserving. This fiftieth article is not an ending but a celebration of the roads already travelled and the many journeys still waiting ahead. Fifty travel stories have been written, yet the world remains vast, beautiful and full of unforgettable journeys waiting to begin. (The writer is a tourism professional and runs a company, Global Voyages. She could be contacted at goglobalvoyages@gmail.com. Views personal.)

From Crowd to Community

The incident lasts barely a minute. A woman is harassed in public. Heads turn, eyes notice, feet hesitate. Someone reaches for a phone; another walks away. “Don’t get involved,” someone mutters. The crowd becomes a wall of silent faces. Then it ends. She carries the memory home. The perpetrator disappears. The witnesses resume their lives. But did the crowd witness an injustice, or merely watch one?


Citizen journalist Meera Vijayann’s own experiences, shared in her TED Talk, provide a sobering backdrop to this question. From being sexually abused as a child to facing sexual harassment and physical violence at different stages of her life, she describes experiences that many women endure but seldom discuss. Her account becomes particularly disturbing because, at several points, the problem was not merely the act itself, but the silence and helplessness surrounding it.


We are accustomed to asking what happened to the victim, why the perpetrator committed the offence and whether the law is strong enough. How often we asked what happened to everyone else who was there? Why nobody intervened? Were they frightened, confused or unsure about what was happening? Did each person assume that somebody else would act? Or had the crowd quietly decided that somebody else’s problem was not worth becoming its problem? 


Silent Witnesses

We are remarkably good at watching. We watch accidents, arguments, videos of violence, people being humiliated. Sometimes, we even record someone being rescued while standing safely behind a smartphone.


The smartphone has become the modern eye in the sky. It sees everything, remembers everything and can transmit an incident to thousands within minutes. Yet there is an uncomfortable irony. We have never possessed so many witnesses, but we cannot assume that we have therefore created a more courageous society.


The camera can become a convenient substitute for conscience.  Of course, recording evidence can be valuable. A video may help establish what happened and expose wrongdoing that might otherwise remain hidden. Citizen journalism can also give ordinary people a platform that traditional media once controlled. Vijayann experienced that transformation when she used a citizen journalism platform to document her frustrations and discovered that her voice mattered.


But there is a line between documenting injustice and outsourcing responsibility to a camera.  If someone is being harassed, recording the incident may preserve evidence. But who stands beside the victim?


Civic Courage

Perhaps what we need is not more heroes, but more responsible citizens.  Agreed, nobody is expected to physically confront a violent perpetrator. That may be neither practical nor safe. But there is a considerable distance between reckless heroism and complete indifference.


A bystander can call the police, alert security personnel, seek help from others, stay with the victim, offer to become a witness or simply ask, “Are you, all right?” At times, a simple question can break through the wall of silence and isolation surrounding the victim.  Why, then, are these responses not instinctive?


One explanation lies in the psychology of crowds. When one person sees an emergency, responsibility can feel immediate. When fifty people see it, responsibility can mysteriously evaporate. Each person assumes that someone else will act. The crowd becomes a fog in which individual accountability disappears.


But there is another problem. We are gradually becoming a society of spectators.  The distinction between witnessing and watching is important. A witness recognises that something has happened and accepts some responsibility for responding appropriately. A spectator merely observes.


Vijayann’s larger journey from personal experience to citizen journalism is relevant here. Her larger message was that when individuals stand up, they may also be standing up for their communities, friends and peers.


We should not place the burden of solving public violence on bystanders, just as we should not place it on victims. The primary responsibility belongs to the perpetrator and to the institutions charged with preventing and responding to crime. Yet between the individual offender and the formal machinery of justice lies a vast social space occupied by ordinary citizens.


Schools teach children mathematics, science and languages. Workplaces teach rules and compliance procedures. But where do we learn the ethics of intervention?


Perhaps civic education needs another chapter. Not merely knowing our rights, but understanding what we can safely do when someone else’s rights are being violated. True citizenship begins when we refuse to look away.


(The writer is a retired banker and author. He can be reached at krs1957@hotmail.com. Views personal.)

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