Don’t we all dream of a day when we will be able to have our cake and eat it too? Well, such a situation seems to be upon us in which we can take care of both our temporal and corporeal needs. You can now set sail on a luxurious cruise and whoop it up at night with a topless show or two thrown in, nibble on Beluga caviar and down a few bottles of the good stuff. Now if most of us did all this, we would be wracked by guilt. Here is the good news then.
After soaking in the pleasures of life, you will be put through a religious discourse, vegetarian food and meditation. To the point where not even garlic, ginger or onion will touch your lips. After fortifying your soul, you can get back to your shenanigans later in the day. No less than the redoubtable Baba Ramdev, who has left formidable opponents like the CPI(M)’s Brinda Karat in his dust, will be on board to minister to your immortal soul. All this comes at substantial cost but then we Indians are always known to love a touch of our own culture wherever we go. Those terrifying group tours which many of us have been on would include homegrown delicacies like dal makhni even as the assorted gathering were springing up and down the Alps.
You might well ask why people did not venture to try out the local delicacies. The answer could be that you can take the Indian out of India but you can’t take the Indian out of him. Bengalis are known to be ferocious travellers and it is a comforting sight to see them in their monkey caps even when temperatures are touching sub-Saharan heights. But let us hope that our cruises of contentment will catch on. Nothing like yo, ho, ho and a bottle of Om.