The trip begins....
Day 0:
It was day 0 for all, but for me it was day 1… the saga of ‘chopas’ starts right from the beginning… the rain gods were sleeping all the day, and the moment Mr J, Mr H and yours truly stepped out of the house, they decide to bless us with their holy showers… I do like rains, especially when I watch it pouring all over the green from my balcony on a Sunday morning, with a mug of hot coffee and ‘sutta’, but certainly not when I am dressed neat, and not carrying umbrellas or raincoats. As expected, there was not a single auto to be seen at the auto-stand where a plenty of them would stand idle under normal circumstances. I sometimes wonder how Murphy’s law achieves so much of accuracy…!!!
Auto kya, raste par to kutta bhi nei tha… we were the only ones walking in the rain, waiting for any damn autowalla to have pity on us… :(
We were late (according to Mr P, who along with Mr N and Mr K, was waiting for us to board the bus). We grabbed our seats, and the scanning was also complete by then. I showed 3 fingers to Mr N, he said there were 4… how can I miss one..!!! ;) Mr P wanted a window seat in an AC bus...!!! We always start our trip with a group photo in the bus and this was no exception… a few aunties and uncles from the front seats gave us the kabhi-volvo-nei-dekha-kya and uff-yeh-aaj-kal-ki-generation stares…
It was 9 PM, and we desperately wanted a dinner stop, more than hunger , our bladders were stretched to the peak of its elasticity… that’s one thing I hate about bus journeys. We had dinner, then post dinner (u expect some lays, hide and seek etc… when Mr P is on travel) and decided to sleep, but that was not the end of the day… we were in a tormented state for another 3 hours and it was not the bladders this time, but something more pestiferous. A movie called “bhootnath” was screened in the bus… ;( The bhoot in that movie can scare the leader of scariest ghosts, yeah the ones who come in your worst nightmares.
Day 1:
We reached Pune, 1 hour after a small stop for coffee on the route and a there were really 4 good-looking-chicks in the bus. We got down at a place called ‘swar-gate’ but I could not find one, it was an iron gate. Mr B, the host for the trip, greeted us at iron-gate (read ‘swar-gate’). We reached Mr B's home , and one by one, the bathrooms were occupied before I could even think of occupying them. I along with Mr P sat there devouring Mr B's stock of Mathris and Theplas which he always gets from home (I miss them so much dude…!), and waited for my turn for the bathroom…
Mr A (also the host) couldn’t suppress his excitement, bunked office after lunch to join us…!!!
A tavera (okay qualis tha… ;)) was waiting for us, after lunch we headed for the singad fort, and khadokwasla dam enroute. It was drizzling and we were drenched almost as soon as we got down, at that height the clouds were moving along and against us, climbing the blocks of stones completely wet and sides covered with moss, jumping on water splashing water on others… Mr J and Mr N were equipped with sony cyber shots and were all set to flood the orkut albums of atleast 8 profiles. Mr B was briefing us about the history of this fort as he has explored the place earlier.
We stopped for ‘matka-dahi’, ‘garam-garam bhajiya’ and coffee at a ‘tapri’ , an orange glow lit up the darkness inside, making it appear like as a spot of orange among the clouds and mist… nothing could have been better than that... It was already dark when we started our journey back, and the moonlight reflected on the wet stones provided enough visibility, the only danger being the steps… we came down saying “steps”, “steps”, “steps” in chorus, to indicate a step for those among us following. That was not of much use I think… but innovative though…!!! ;)
We got into the car, the visibility of less than 10 metres, and there were no fog lamps. I was relieved of my consternation only when we touched the plains… and that is when I realized Mr P had been the topic of discussion for last 20 mins…!!! Though I have traveled hilly routes couples of times, but drivers back in my place know every bend and turn by heart, even in dark nights they snake up the hill at 60-70 kmph. I underestimated the driver’s skill this time; cautious at the hairpins, driving at around 20-30 kmph we came down the hill smoothly.
After a dinner at Banjara hills, we finally reached home at around 11 PM, and all of us were equally tired, after a long bus journey, and the impact of last night’s bhootnath was still there… how can they make such a pathetic movie ?? If making money is the sole purpose, then go for real-estate business, share market… etc.., but why torturing 6 innocent souls, who are traveling 17 hours looking forward to a gala time. We decided to sleep and switched off the lights, without making much ‘halla-gulla’.
Wait this is not the end of the day, the day never ended but slowly transformed into another day…
While Mr B copied the photographs for the day to his laptop, he informed us Mr S was on his way (from Mumbai) and will be reaching at 3 AM, and he will go and pick him up. 12 AM to 3 AM, I guess that was the duration we three in Mr B's room slept. With Mr S’s arrival, I woke up and talks began, we (me, Mr B and Mr S) couldn’t tolerate Mr J and Mr N sleeping by the side blissfully, and pestered them till they finally surrendered…
I realized it was dawn…
Cron
Day 0:
It was day 0 for all, but for me it was day 1… the saga of ‘chopas’ starts right from the beginning… the rain gods were sleeping all the day, and the moment Mr J, Mr H and yours truly stepped out of the house, they decide to bless us with their holy showers… I do like rains, especially when I watch it pouring all over the green from my balcony on a Sunday morning, with a mug of hot coffee and ‘sutta’, but certainly not when I am dressed neat, and not carrying umbrellas or raincoats. As expected, there was not a single auto to be seen at the auto-stand where a plenty of them would stand idle under normal circumstances. I sometimes wonder how Murphy’s law achieves so much of accuracy…!!!
Auto kya, raste par to kutta bhi nei tha… we were the only ones walking in the rain, waiting for any damn autowalla to have pity on us… :(
We were late (according to Mr P, who along with Mr N and Mr K, was waiting for us to board the bus). We grabbed our seats, and the scanning was also complete by then. I showed 3 fingers to Mr N, he said there were 4… how can I miss one..!!! ;) Mr P wanted a window seat in an AC bus...!!! We always start our trip with a group photo in the bus and this was no exception… a few aunties and uncles from the front seats gave us the kabhi-volvo-nei-dekha-kya and uff-yeh-aaj-kal-ki-generation stares…
It was 9 PM, and we desperately wanted a dinner stop, more than hunger , our bladders were stretched to the peak of its elasticity… that’s one thing I hate about bus journeys. We had dinner, then post dinner (u expect some lays, hide and seek etc… when Mr P is on travel) and decided to sleep, but that was not the end of the day… we were in a tormented state for another 3 hours and it was not the bladders this time, but something more pestiferous. A movie called “bhootnath” was screened in the bus… ;( The bhoot in that movie can scare the leader of scariest ghosts, yeah the ones who come in your worst nightmares.
We reached Pune, 1 hour after a small stop for coffee on the route and a there were really 4 good-looking-chicks in the bus. We got down at a place called ‘swar-gate’ but I could not find one, it was an iron gate. Mr B, the host for the trip, greeted us at iron-gate (read ‘swar-gate’). We reached Mr B's home , and one by one, the bathrooms were occupied before I could even think of occupying them. I along with Mr P sat there devouring Mr B's stock of Mathris and Theplas which he always gets from home (I miss them so much dude…!), and waited for my turn for the bathroom…
Mr A (also the host) couldn’t suppress his excitement, bunked office after lunch to join us…!!!
A tavera (okay qualis tha… ;)) was waiting for us, after lunch we headed for the singad fort, and khadokwasla dam enroute. It was drizzling and we were drenched almost as soon as we got down, at that height the clouds were moving along and against us, climbing the blocks of stones completely wet and sides covered with moss, jumping on water splashing water on others… Mr J and Mr N were equipped with sony cyber shots and were all set to flood the orkut albums of atleast 8 profiles. Mr B was briefing us about the history of this fort as he has explored the place earlier.
We stopped for ‘matka-dahi’, ‘garam-garam bhajiya’ and coffee at a ‘tapri’ , an orange glow lit up the darkness inside, making it appear like as a spot of orange among the clouds and mist… nothing could have been better than that... It was already dark when we started our journey back, and the moonlight reflected on the wet stones provided enough visibility, the only danger being the steps… we came down saying “steps”, “steps”, “steps” in chorus, to indicate a step for those among us following. That was not of much use I think… but innovative though…!!! ;)
We got into the car, the visibility of less than 10 metres, and there were no fog lamps. I was relieved of my consternation only when we touched the plains… and that is when I realized Mr P had been the topic of discussion for last 20 mins…!!! Though I have traveled hilly routes couples of times, but drivers back in my place know every bend and turn by heart, even in dark nights they snake up the hill at 60-70 kmph. I underestimated the driver’s skill this time; cautious at the hairpins, driving at around 20-30 kmph we came down the hill smoothly.
After a dinner at Banjara hills, we finally reached home at around 11 PM, and all of us were equally tired, after a long bus journey, and the impact of last night’s bhootnath was still there… how can they make such a pathetic movie ?? If making money is the sole purpose, then go for real-estate business, share market… etc.., but why torturing 6 innocent souls, who are traveling 17 hours looking forward to a gala time. We decided to sleep and switched off the lights, without making much ‘halla-gulla’.
Wait this is not the end of the day, the day never ended but slowly transformed into another day…
While Mr B copied the photographs for the day to his laptop, he informed us Mr S was on his way (from Mumbai) and will be reaching at 3 AM, and he will go and pick him up. 12 AM to 3 AM, I guess that was the duration we three in Mr B's room slept. With Mr S’s arrival, I woke up and talks began, we (me, Mr B and Mr S) couldn’t tolerate Mr J and Mr N sleeping by the side blissfully, and pestered them till they finally surrendered…
I realized it was dawn…
Cron
1 comment:
Well i am the first one to post the comments..its Something great to treasure. I loved the way the post has been written concisely and diplomatically..Thoughts like "our bladders were stretched to the peak of its elasticity" made me laugh loudly.Pics selected,are really beautiful and truly matches with the mood and the matter of the post.(Still I feel there could be some more pics in post, for day2 )Mr. S is not there in any pic.. Deep indeed great work done..(also I am sending your post link to some of my cousins)..
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