Monsoons have proved to be pretty elusive this time around. The season is about to end and the umbrellas and ponchos are missing out on all the action. So we decided to take things in our hand. One fine Saturday morning we set out to look for rains – And our destination was that one place which we knew won’t disappoint us. The Queen of Monsoons – Malshej Ghat.
Waking up on a Saturday morning is one of the toughest task ever. But you got to do what you got do. It was time to take my Classic 350 for it’s first outing. Post 4 months of notice period and additional 2 weeks for the first servicing, it was long due to take her out.
Anyways, we set out from Powai at 6 in the morning. Eastern Express Highway merged into NH222 and in no time we found ourselves on one of the best circuits in Western Ghats.
It’s that time of the year once again. Monsoons just around the corner. Forests ready to bloom into their own. And Fireflies in their full form. It’s time to kick start the Monsoon expedition, and say hello to our old friend – The Sahyadri.
But don’t be fooled. It ain’t raining still. So why then all this fuss?
Because it’s the month of June. The time for the night treks. The time for the Fireflies camps. The time for the pure awesomeness. Last year we kick started with Rajmachi, and this time it was the turn for one of those treks which had been in my wish list since the very start = Kalsubai, the highest peak of Maharashtra.
Summer of 2013. After waking up early in the afternoon, there was only one question that used to come in our mind – “Arey Bhai !! Aaj Shaam Ka Kya Scene Hai?” Life was all about parties, trips and spending as much time together as possible. Moving on from college to job sounded terrible. And we didn’t wanted to move on. Not at all.
Clock ticked by. Evryone left. One by One. Little did we realize that it was time for the goodbye. Fare thee well NITIE. Fare thee well Friends.
“Mountains are not stadiums where I satisfy my ambition to achieve, they are the cathedrals where I practice my religion.”
As my good friends have told me of late, I have been onto a rather prolonged writer’s block. Well, part of the reason might be that. And a part be my return to the Himalayas this new year – The Har Ki Dun Expedition. When Time was gearing up to celebrate its yet another birthday, a group of trekkers set forth for 8 days of awesomeness in the Garhwal Himalayan ranges of Uttarakhand.
Har Ki Dun – The Valley of Gods. Legends say that this is the valley that Pandavas passed through, in an attempt to reach heaven (Swarg). Mount Swargarohini (20,819 ft) at the end of the valley was the final point which laid way to heaven. While all the Panadavas died in the attempt to cross it, Yudhishthir and his dog were the only survivors who could make it to heaven. The locals of Osla, Gangad and Seema village still believe in this legend and consider themselves to be descendants of Pandavas and Kauravas.
So here we were – With an aim to cover 75 kms and reach an altitude of 12,500 ft over the course of next 6 days, we sure were looking to get a closer look of heaven, if not reach it.
That’s where the inspiration for all the sceneries comes from. Absolute classic.
One year later, still a lost face ..
He has a
heavily stuffed backpack
and 100 new questions …
but damn, the answers are still missing ..