Sunday, September 2, 2012

Mamacha Gaon Diary


Once, during lunch time conversation in the office canteen, an idea of one-day-outing was floated. An email thread was started for getting teams’ opinion. Even one computer program vPad was developed for voting to select preferred location. J And finally, after rounds of discussions, we zeroed-in for MamachaGaon, a resort near Boisar 120 kms from Mumbai on Mumbai-Surat-Ahmedabad highway. Among different suggestions the date was settled for 21st January, 2012. Yes, our process was truly democratic…!  J National politicians…are you listening? J

One mini bus was hired as travelling in a group of 15-16 persons to 120 kms was comfortable in a vehicle with dedicated service. On the picnic day, the bus started from Thane at 6:30 am having Siddhesh on board. It was a beautiful and pleasant morning. Being Saturday, most of the vehicles were resting at home, not sure about their owners! J … Hence no traffic and clear road was visible. We rarely come across such a situation in cosmopolitan city like Mumbai. It looked like not only us but the bus was also enjoying its run on freeway! J .On the way, other team members were picked up from their respective locations. Every member was welcomed in the bus by a big round of applause, hooting and shouting. The entertaining mood was building up gradually. So, playing Antakshari was not a bad idea then. We started with few classic numbers. Lata ji, Asha ji, Kishor da, Rafi Sahab, Mukesh ji, Alka ji, Sunidhi, Abhijeet, Shreya, Mohit everybody was travelling with us through their melodious Bollywood songs…! Though it was clear with the outset of the game; nobody could claim to be a singer.  J  … Our voices were creating resonance with the harsh sound of the bus. However it was good to see few people had learnt many songs by-heart. Vinaay, Amruta, Neha, Vivek Vyas and Siddhesh were doing justice to almost every number by completing it…..doesn’t matter how good or bad the chorus had sung ! J

This way, having our chatterboxes working for us all the way; we reached the place MamachaGaon at about 10:00 am. When we got off from the bus and saw the gates of the resort; one could easily read all the faces with similar expressions like “Oh-no it’s not cool...its mind-numbing...not happening...  J ” Although nobody uttered those words but those were general feelings at that time. But we were left with no other option. Interestingly, after entering into the place the scene was quite different. Beautiful small gardens were there to greet the guests. Positive vibes of nature were flowing all around and our complaints were being vanished slowly but surely. A small office was located in the left. After furnishing some formalities there; we approached towards dormitory and got refreshed. The resort had other amenities as well e.g. swimming pool, facility for artificial rain with music and a number of swings and see-saw for kids. Few species of birds were inhabitants there and a small cottage was built to give the place a typical ‘Gaon’ (village) like ambiance. Also, there was a cafeteria crowded with few families and other groups of people who had come to have nice times at that quiet place. On our turn we had wonderful breakfast together.

पहुँच गए
After the breakfast, trekking was on the cards. Equipped with trekking gears we started walking towards neighbouring jungle. Haresh and Rama were leading us. Haresh started doing what he was most passionate about – Photography with different angles (in other words Angular Photographydevised by him J ). He was very much enjoying the allegations of being gender biased photographer. J. [Whatever...it is because of him we have a rich album of pictures that helped me a lot to recollect those moments and write this story even after seven months.] Our other leader Rama had come for this picnic all the way from Bangalore via flight. J Thanks to his passion for hills and rocks. Sponsor for his travel was MamachaAirways. J

पुष्प वाटिका से ...
Moving ahead none of us had knowledge of correct route but we were just walking through the woods. Not surprisingly; we lost the path… J . [It happens generally with amateur explorers like us. J] While searching hard for the right path luckily we heard distant human voices. While walking in the direction of those voices we found one group of people resting in shadows of trees on their way descending towards ground. They helped us with right directions and told us about approximate distance to the hilltop. Till that time every one of us was of the same opinion to complete the trekking. But some of us then wanted to go back to the resort. Actually Shilpa had got tired and was not willing to continue. Revelation of her wish worked as a perfect reason for many (who were seeking similar opportunityJ) to go back to the resort. Siddhesh, Julias, Sagar, Rahul, Shijith, Vinaay and Mayur preferred not to go ahead and to have good time at the cafeteria.

विशेष वर्ण :  श्वेत श्याम 
On the other side we; who had determined to complete the trek, were on our way, climbing difficult rocks without any rope or any tool. Helping each other we nicely managed to surmount the peak of the hill. On the top there was an open cave that had given shelter to some water making a small pond there! From that height it was nice to look around. The scenic landscape was very calming and soothing for all our senses giving a feeling of reconciliation to one’s mind and soul. The story had one more facet. All the facebook devotees had got good chance to have their profile photos clicked. They didn’t stop there J… it looked like they were testing battery backups of Canon, Nikon and Sony cameras. Therefore there had been rounds and rounds of photo sessions all the way making big albums and creating space crunch for the facebook servers J.

Once consumed millions of memory-bits with hundreds of photo-clicks J we started moving downhill. It was time for change of guards (commanders) then. Voluntarily Pravitha and Amruta decided to become our new frontrunners. They explored new ways for descending. Also they found few beautiful places on the way making all the cameras work for us. Continuing this fashion we reached the ground and then the resort. Exhausted and dehydrated, we badly needed, just one thing then – food. J

Delicious foodstuffs were served in the cafeteria where few of our friends were already waiting for us. Utilising their time they had created some fabulous masterpieces by SLR. Thanks Rahul Sir. Also one group photo clicked by Rahul was an excellent example of marvellous artwork.

Actually the highlight of our trip was quality photography in abundance. Two SLRs and 5-6 digital cameras were working for us all the time giving us an impression as if we were all celebrities. J

A little rest after the lunch and we moved towards swimming pool. Not all the people were swimmers. With all his brilliant swimming styles Julias was easily the best swimmer. On the stage of artificial rain an advanced acoustic system was playing high volume energetic music enticing any Tom, Dick or Harry to shake-a-leg and display high voltage scintillating dance performance. Siddhesh was superb at it. J Rest were not bad at all.

After having loads of fun there, it was time to pack our duffle bags as the Sun was slowly moving towards western hills shrinking all its empire of light steadily. Before bidding final good bye to MamachaGaon we had few rounds of fun-packed Housie game. Winners are yet to throw their party!!! J (Not sure whether Pratik or Vinaay had won the game.)

After Housie; the next was House… I mean Home. J Everybody got their respective seats in the bus and we left the place with gratitude towards MamachaGaon for providing good lodging, good timely food, good entertaining facilities, nice trekking and above all, loads of fun and amusement and beautiful memories to cherish for years to come…!

अतीत के पन्ने हो गए ...


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Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Visapur



In the season of monsoon when you are enjoying comfortable and silky sleep on your cosy bed in the wee hours of morning, who would like to wake up early, just to venture into an uneasy terrain, 100 km away from your home, demanding loads of hardship...! But there was something about Visapur that made everybody of us to get ready for the trekking.


On 25th morning of August 2012, we (Bhupesh, Pratik, Neha, Sandip, Rohit, Ketan, Vivek Vyas & I (Vivek Bisen)) gathered at Dadar station around 5:30 am to board Pune-bound Indrayani Express. In the early hours of morning at Dardar one could see the famous rush of Mumbai which makes this city different from others. This hustle-bustle of fast paced life in metro cities perhaps compels people to take a break and go to a lonely world close to nature.  10 km from Lonawala, Visapur is such a place that offers great deal of satisfaction when one wants to respire!!! Hence our choice of the place was perfect. (Ketan & Vivek Vyas…..Thanks.)


चलते रहो।

At 5:50 am the train arrived at Dadar. Ashsish, Sagar and Dipali joined us at Kalyan. Now the quorum was complete. As the train started from Kalyan, our gossips and gup-shups also got their pace followed by fun-loaded games of Bluff with playing cards (Thanks to Ashish for carrying the cards). Tea, biscuits and light wafers added more flavours to the pastime we had. It was a matter of two hours in the train and we were at Lonawala. From Lonawala, we caught a local train to reach Malvali - a small railway station on Mumbai-Pune line.


At Malvali: On our request the Malvali Station Master gave us the washroom-keys to get refreshed (Strange but true. The washrooms were locked ! J ). However he was not very happy the way we had asked him for the keys. Probably he was expecting little more respect - the infamous babugiri attitude at govt offices!


पर्ण कुटिया

Moving ahead there were some snacks-stalls nearby the station. To one of them we offered an opportunity to serve us.  J  Couple of other groups were also having refreshments there. After getting energy from a satisfactory breakfast and having a brief rest; it was right time to start for the trekking. From the station itself one could see the nature's blessings spread all over the village. It was 9:18 am then and the sunshine was warm enough to refresh all flora and fauna.


An eventful journey had already started: We were stepping ahead passing through Malvali village. On one narrow street one angry hen (gavthi komdi) attacked Sandip as he was walking close to her...! J  Amazing... nobody likes aggressive strangers. J  Few steps ahead and some street dogs had already decided to bark badly to make us frightened. Somehow we managed to get rid of them.


After overcoming those hurdles we entered into the real trekking zone… Open sky with wandering clouds, agriculture-farms, lavish green plains and plateaus, scenic mountains, beautiful waterfalls, swaying trees and reposing breeze were all the ingredients of the beautiful magic that the pristine nature had created there.


विसापुर का भव्य किला - महान मराठा साम्राज्य का साक्षी।

Walking further there were small ponds of water, dense trees, blossoming flowers welcoming us into their territory. However it was not always easy to tread in that area. For instance, it was very challenging to climb over some of the big rocks. Slowly and cautiously we kept on advancing. Yet on couple of places Sagar lost his balance and imperceptibly slipped away. Fortunately no injuries resulted, this was what he assured us (Don’t know whether he was suffering from pain and pretending to be alright. J ) After these 'accidents' we decided to have a quick break and had some chocolates, biscuits and cakes.


After the halt, gradually we were moving into an impenetrable forest. On some places the sunlight was breaking through dense leaves of tall trees making startling dark shadows. Moreover, spikes and thorns were making it difficult to go ahead. Despite all these hurdles we kept our light and funny conversation on… J One more incident added a blast of laugh when Ashish was trying to climb over a rock and suddenly his Armani designer pant tore apart with a comic sound. J  I was way ahead of him but was able to hear the explosion clearly. J Thanks to Rohit for giving him his extra shorts.


Buffalo Attack: Toddling through dense forest we had reached one open green ground having no idea where to go ahead from there. Some wild and scary buffalos were grazing on the ground unaware of our entry into their kingdom. We decided to leave the place silently but Bhupesh had other plans. He tried to tease one of the buffalos. The strong bovine gave immediate response running behind him trying to hit with her mighty long horns. With all our quick reflexes each one of us ran away wherever he/she could get shelter pushing and jostling anybody who was coming on the way. All this happened in just a few seconds leaving us laughing for a long time.



अदभुत विहंगम दृश्य 

After that funny-cum-scary incident we moved ahead on the way Bhupesh advised J . The new course was full of stones, rocks, pebble and waterfalls. That was a steep track ascending to the fort then. Clouds were hovering all over as if somebody had tied balloons with strings to the fort. The wind was blowing smoothly with drizzling; motivating us to move ahead. The path turned out to be very slippery due to rains. In 50-60 min from there finally we were at the top of the hill – the Visapur Fort. A sigh of great relief and a sense of achievement could be seen on all 11 faces. J

At the Summit: There was a splendid beauty of nature all around. From the top one could see distant places having panoramic view. Though Lohgadh fort was a stone-throw away. Everything was looking green as if somebody had painted all objects with the same colour. In such a lovely place proudly standing was the Visapur Fort at a majestic height of 3400 feet. Its remains were the witness of Satwahan era and were part of the empire of Shivaji Maharaj. The castle must have seen the heroics of the Great Maratha King.


It was 12:30 pm then, time to have lunch. Cakes, Chips, Chocolates, Tango, Thepleys, Khakhras, Chiwda, Bread, Butter, Jam, and Pickle etc were on the menu. J Thanks to Neha for making sure each one of us had good food. After loading ourselves with sufficient calories we roamed around the fort and had a few photo sessions. Dipali was instrumental with her modelling assignments  J  hence Ketan had to click some pictures of her.


Buffalo Returns: After spending some time there, we started descending vigilantly in a slow pace. Going back in dense trees everybody was scared of those dangerous buffalos. A single animal was enough to do unrecoverable damages. J All of us got relaxed only when we crossed that danger zone. Now movies and cricket were the topics of chit-chat while going down. Vivek Vyas was leading us at that point of time. All of a sudden he turned back and ran away shouting ‘Bhaago-bhaago-bhaago’ (run-run-run)… J He could not even answer when I asked “Why-What happened?’. He was just in a shock… J Rohit couldn’t find a way to run because Pratik and I were walking right behind him. He collided with us. Lastly he found a way to bypass the Buffalos. Yes. They were back – the gigantic buffalos. The best part of the story was they didn’t hurt us…in fact they were not disturbed by the nuisance we created.


That incident again proved to be a good laughing stock throughout the rest of the trip. With improved speed we were moving towards the base of the hill. Close to the Malvali village we saw a herd of goats with sharp horns coming towards us. It seemed as if the buffalos would have sent these smaller animals to take their revenge. J Nothing unfortunate happened and we moved on.


Buffalo Part 3: To our surprise there was another flock of big and dangerous Buffalos coming closer to us. That time it looked like none from us would remain unhurt. Rohit, Pratik and I dared to cross the enemy J. Others followed suit. But before that, everyone swiftly ran to take shelter wherever they could. Dipali quickly rushed towards a tempo standing by. Sandip found refuge in a nearby home. Others ran away as far as they could go. J Luckily that was our last confrontation with different animals that had opened fire against us right from the beginning of our trekking.


This is how our animal safari came to an end. Finally, we reached Malvali station….after waiting for about 20 min, boarded to a local train to Lonawala. From Lonawala Inter-city Express took us back to Mumbai. Tired with full day’s breath-taking actions I just wanted to retire to bed after having bath in warm water.


Besides entertainment and a break from our busy routines; this trip provided us an opportunity to have a glance at peoples’ lives living in such areas. For us, climbing uphill is a recreational activity which we do once in a while but for those people; day to day hardship is the lifestyle to earn bread and butter for their families.


On a different note, the picturesque beauty of Visapur is unique in itself. No camera can capture the magnificence gorgeousness of this place; no video could do justice to it; no travelogue can portray pictures of it... You only have to be there to enjoy it.  J

अलविदा विसापुर ...!

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Kalsubai


Kalsubai is the highest point (1646 meters) of the Sahyadris in Ahmednagar district in Maharashtra. Along-with my friends we decided to go for trekking to this place on 28th July 2012.
It was terraficallyfantabulousdeliciouslyadventurouspectacularamazinglyfuntasticallythrillarrefreshingreviving trip.
Some highlights of our venture into the Sahyadri terrain:-

अभी..तो...आगाज़..है...!
1. Haresh Vaity reached late at Dadar station. 
2. Sanket was skeptical about the trip as it was his first trekking (though he responded well as experienced) J
3. One stranger at Dadar was struggling to get his weight card from weighing machine. After continuously hitting the machine finally! He got his coin at least (not the weight) J He shook hands with Ketan as he was happy to get his coin back. 

4. At 12:30 am in the train; as expected Vaity started his interesting stories; kept people engaged in entertainment.
5. Incidentally, at 3:30 am Ketan opened the door of bogie to see where we had reached by that time and luckily it was Igatpuri.
6. Had tea biscuits at station… (One can’t get such a nice tea for only Rs. 3) 
7. A long wait at Igatpuri bus stand to get the first bus to Bari…
8. Bus driver had shown no mercy towards the passengers driving through zigzag road.
9. Reached Bari and had well cooked and soul soothing Pohe and tea in cold weather.
10. Started trekking at 7:15 am witnessing drizzling and damp breeze.

मनभावन...हरियाली..!
11. Went through farms of paddy and then through the village.
12. Couple of honest and loyal dogs decided to accompany us throughout the trek. 
13. Stones, rocks, hills, mud, trees, grass, rain showers, whispering winds, noisy waterfalls, free-flowing granual clouds …. and numerous scenic views were the refreshing agents for us for next few hours…
14. Breaks after regular interval made it easy for us to restore and revive our energy…
सबके...साथ...एक...फोटू...हो...जाए...
15. Vaity continued his photography along the way… thanks to him 
16. Crossed many dangerous and trembling ladders.
To our surprise there was always a next hilltop to climb-over; whenever we reached a certain remarkable height.  J The nature was playing hide and seek through the notorious clouds.
17. This continuous joke was broken when we reached at the highest peak around 11:30 am.


और...हम...जीत...गए !
18. On the top, there was a small temple of local goddess Kalsubai. It looked as if thunderous cloudy winds were safeguarding the place. We were not even able to keep our shoes in one place wondering if they got blown away!!!  
19. Such places remind us the saying that it’s difficult to reach the top but it’s even more difficult to stay there.
20. However it was amazing to see downhill side. Now we had clouds everywhere up above in the sky, down the hill and around us.
21. After bowing and offering prayers to the Goddess we started cautiously descending at around 12:00 noon.
22. It was again a challenge to go downhill as the brief innings of rain made it slippery everywhere.

छाया..प्रतिछाया...-...अप्रतिम..प्राकृतिक..सौन्दर्य
23. Midway we had tea and kanda-bhajji beating any 5-star serve!!! 
24. Finally ! reached at ground at 3:45 pm. Heard the story of Kalsubai from couple of chai and limboo-pani vendors… Unfortunately missed the bus for Kasara by 5 min. 
25. Caught a bus to Ghoti. From Ghoti again a jeep took us to a toll naka on Nasik-Mumbai highway. Another bus from there and we were at Kasara railway station where a local train was waiting for us. J
26. Finally reached Dadar at 8:30 pm; safe and tired but with a sense of satisfaction that we had conquered the highest peak (5400 feet or 1600 meters ) in Maharashtra… !!! 
J
Sahyadri ko naman !
ये``नज़ारे``कभी ``भूल``नहीं``पाएंगे.........हो``सका``तो``वापस``ज़रूर``आयेंगे !


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