Yuvraj’s life reminds one of a dialog by Ranbir Kapoor in the movie ‘Ye Jawani Hai Diwani’. He says ‘ Main udna chahta hoon, daudna chahta hoon, girna bhi chahta hoon. Bus rukna nahin chahta.’ (I want to fly, I want to run, I want to even fall but I don’t want to stop.) Yuvraj is living these lines! Most of us can just dream about them!

‘You’ve has travelled across the world, lived in different cities and experienced different people and cuisines. So, do you have a favourite destination?’
After a thoughtful pause Yuvraj says, ‘In 2017, I received a mail that I had to join a ship sailing to Havana and Bahamas. Bahamas wasn’t that exciting but I loved Havana. I love the book ‘Motorcycle Diaries’ by Che Guevara which is completely set in Havana. So, I was quite excited and wanted to take bike and travel all over the place.’

Havana Diaries
‘When we docked in Havana, my boss gave me my passport and told me to take a day off and explore Havana. From that time on, every week, the ship used to dock for two nights in Havana and I used to get a 24-hour holiday to roam around in Havana. So, on my very first day, I walked about the streets. I found people painting their garages. It is almost like a movie scene. In every three homes, you will see at least one artist painting their garage or wall. You can easily chat with them and even ask them for coffee. They would then invite me inside their homes for coffee and we would talk about anything and everything. At the same time, there were people who were looking for materialistic things because Cuba and USA have never been on good terms when it comes to politics but Cubans love American stuff. At that time, cruise ships mostly sailed from USA. So, I used to take bicycle (we have bicycles in every cruise ship) to travel in Havana. I had my offline maps and google translator. I avoided touristy places and used to go to places where local people used to hang out. I used to stop and talk to random people. Sometimes, some people would try to sell me drugs (Havana is known as a sin city). I have met people who would come to Havana from Miami in the morning, have fun (drugs etc) and catch the evening flight back to Miami. You cannot even leave a bicycle parked anywhere there because that also can be stolen. So, even if I had to visit someone on the thirteenth floor, I had to take the cycle with me in the elevator or even if there are stairs. The thing is Havana is a communist country, so though everyone has a house and job but still that was not enough for them. So, they try to make more from tourists and travellers. At the time (2017), they had two different currencies; one for the locals (cheaper) and one for the tourists (more expensive). At times, random people would approach me and tell me that they liked my purse or my goggles and ask me if I would like to sell them. I would refuse. Sometimes, they would even offer trade-offs. For example, one person wanted to trade his denim (jeans) with mine and another person wanted to trade his shoes with mine. I didn’t trade the denim but I traded the shoes since my shoes were old. But the barter wasn’t fruitful. The shoes I got in return weren’t good so I had to buy a new pair for myself.’

Inside Outside
‘Once I wanted to see a Cuban house from the inside because from the outside, they are very colourful and look like palaces. Even the cars are quite colourful, even though they are usually old models and kind of vintage. When you walk inside most houses, they aren’t that colourful or well lit. Some houses are quite beautiful from the inside too. The thing about communism is that though they harp about equality, it was in Havana that I realised that inequalities exist even in a communist society. Some people have so much of money and the others have so little. No wonder they are so fond of materialistic things. I also realized that people don’t get good internet in Havana, they have one or two government television channels and don’t even have good phone plans. Even for internet, you had to go to a park, a common place where you would see a lot of people sitting with their phones and browsing the net. To my utter surprise, the people in Havana love Indian movies and the channels telecast Bollywood movies (with subtitles of course) at least once a week.’
‘As a part of my job, I also used to visit the art galleries in Havana. I had made good friends with this couple because the lady was working in the art gallery. I don’t remember what her husband did. They had a ten-year-old daughter at the time. Every time, I used to visit Havana, I always made it a point to stop at their place and chat with them. We became such great friends that they would place calls for me or get things or talk to the people for me and help them understand what I wanted. We take phones for granted in India, however in Havana, the phones are also very expensive. To place even a local call, you had to go via information exchange where you give them the number and they will connect it for you! Everything is monitored.’

Retro Metro
‘After Havana, I went to New York. That was also a very different experience. It is so full of people, with coffee shops and tea shops everywhere. You will find fantastic food from all over the world. I don’t remember how many kinds of the foods I tried. The metro experience in New York was something else. I remember standing in a compartment when all of a sudden there was a group of people which walked in from the other compartment and started performing. They collect money from everyone. These guys were so talented, the way they bend their bodies or make music from buckets. It exactly sounds as if you are listening to music with your headphones on. Nothing like what we have in Indian trains!’

Mafia stories
‘Have you ever encountered anyone from mafia during your sojourns’?
‘Once when I was in New Orleans, I ended up in a small art gallery in a mall and started talking to a very cool guy. We had a very interesting conversation where in he wanted to exhibit my photography works from Havana and some of my nude photography works in his art gallery and wanted to sell them. But his gallery wasn’t very big, it was for middle class people who were looking to decorate their homes. But it was interesting nevertheless. After a point, we started talking about the travel and visa processes because I needed someone to invite me to the States. He looked at me and said, ‘I am not the right guy because I was in jail for years.’ Though that partnership did not materialize, today he is running a successful art gallery and we are still friends!
Did he experience any mugging? Luckily, I didn’t. I remember once I was standing on the Brooklyn Bridge and I could feel the vibe of the place. Lots of graffiti, low light, a very sad kind of an atmosphere. I simply got out of there.’

Beating in the beach
‘Did you have any scary experiences during your travels? Yuvraj smiles and nods. ‘Ah, I remember this one experience which scared the living daylights out of me! Once, when I was in Arambol, Goa, I went out for a late-night dinner. After the dinner, I walked along the beach and saw a drama circle (a group of people performing). It is quite a common sight there. I saw a guy who was high on drugs. He was chasing people and hitting people. From a distance, it looked like fun. I suddenly realized that someone was chasing me. He managed to kick me and I fell down. I immediately got up and ran and sat in the middle of the circle. Everyone in that circle was scared but they couldn’t do anything since the guy was high on drugs. Once he started hitting everyone, we started running in different directions. Only I know how I escaped from there!’

Travel bug infects
‘So, do your parents still tell you to get settled?’ ‘No,’ laughs Yuvraj. ‘Now they have also been bitten by the travel bug. Earlier their trips were just restricted to all the holy temples. Last year for the first time they travelled to Andaman Islands. I sponsored the trip. This time my brother and me are sponsoring their trip to Singapore and Malaysia! I am also going back to my old job as an art dealer. I will be flying to the States soon!’
All photographs by Yuvraj Parasuraman
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