Tuesday, February 16, 2016

चौक-मोरबे-वरोसा-हशाची पट्टी-माथेरान

“ये कर: कर्जत-चौक-मोरबे स्टेशन-वरोसा-हशाची पट्टी-माथेरान
जीव उरला तर गार्बेट उतर”

असे म्हणत गुरू ने वाट दाखवली होती

What's App वर त्याने डोळ्यात hearts असलेली smiley देऊन distance च वर्णन केलं होतं आता ते distance डोळ्यात गोटे कशे काय काढतात ते जाऊनच कळलं.

Team was Anil, Sudhindra, Tushar and Me. We caught 6.07A.M. Karjat local from Dombivli and took a Karjat- Panvel S.T. bus and alighted at Chowk village by 7.45A.M. Morbe dam’s massive wall was visible from here. All those bike rides and bus rides on this Mumbai Pune old highway had already imprinted Morbe Dam and Irshaalgad pinnacle on my mind. This time there were going to be different views from different sides.

The trail to our destination starts from the west of Morbe Dam from chowk railway station on the Irshaalgad waadi road. Just keep Morbe Dam to your right hand side and you will reach a dirt road going all the way to Varosa village, the village at the base of west side of Matheran.  This dirt road gives you a telescopic view of Irshaalgad and a panaromic view of Matheran range.

We had walked about 8K.Ms when we heard a vehicle coming behind us. It was a van. The driver offered us a lift upto village Arkaswadi. It saved our 1 to 2km walk. By now we could see Prabalgad to our west. Thanking the driver for the wavy ride we started our walk from Aarkaswaadi to Varosa. Louisa point of Matheran could be seen from here. I spotted a few tourists on the point.

It was about 10 A.M. now. Some kids guided us to get on the trail to Hashyachi Patti village. The trail climbs on the slope just north of Varosa and and curves onto a spur on the Matheran range. After climbing and exhausting my lungs out I looked behind me in the valley. It looked as if a paper was folded to make a plane and I stood on its wing. The other wing was the Prabalgad range. And there it was to my right hand side, mighty Kalavantin Durg pinnacle. With its exposed stone steps and round summit.

It filled me with hope and energy which was used to reach Hashyachi Patti plateau. On reaching the plateau we took the trail which kept Matheran to our right hand side, till we reached the village. We asked for directions and water in a house.

“कुठनं आलात पोरांनो?”,आज्जी ने विचारले.

“चौक वरून.”, मी म्हणालो.

“चालत?”

“हो”

“आग बाई, इतकं आम्ही पण नाही चालत, प्या पाणी प्या आणि सावकाश जा!”

एका दादा ला विचारलं, “ किती घरं आहेत गावात? “

तो म्हणाला, “ साठ एक असतील”

मी shock झालो. Wikimapia.org वर तर छोटसं दिसल होत गाव.

“माथेरान किती लांब आहे इथून?”, मी विचारलं

“ वीस एक kilometer असेल”, तो म्हणाला

हा, या दादा चा आकड्यांशी दो और दो पांच आहे अस conclude करून, good bye करून आम्ही निघालो.

From Hashyachi Patti a stone stepped trail will take you to Malang Point in Matheran. It was February, but we found a clean water stream which villagers said had drinking water. Me, always thirsty for mountain water had a sip. It was potable. Soon we reached Malang Point and from here we could see Chanderi( supposedly my next destination (^_-)), Mhasmal peaks and Malang range at the horizon. We took a short nap here and walked to Matheran.

माथेरान वर बघतो तर काय. Love was in the air. 14 February. Valentine day. इतके couple आयुष्यात एकत्र पाहिले न्हवते. आम्ही माकडाँ पासून( शेपटी आणि बिन शेपटी च्या) दूर अशी lunch साठी जागा शोधली आणि मस्तं, eggs, थेपले मारले.

We walked to Dasturi naaka and got a shared cab to Neral station. गार्बेट हुन उतरायला जीव न्हवता कुणाचा . “Next time”, म्हणून, trek संपवला.

Monday, February 8, 2016

Exploring Bhivgad/Bhimgad

"भीवगड  से एक रास्ता ढाक को जाता है. Bhivgad explore करके  आ", गुरु  म्हणाला,  "मैंने भी अबतक  नही किया है.  पानी कैसा है,  कितना time लगता है, देखके आ." Basically guru just gave me the name of the base village. मग काय? चला गुगलू या. So, with the Basic information from Google search, Blogs, Wikimapia, etc. Akash and I caught 6.07 AM Karjat local from Dombivli.


Train passed Badlapur and landscape turned from colored rectangles to green and brown streaks of trees. Temperature dropped down the mercury, air became lighter with drooping humidity. Fog and mist had occupied the horizon. First Malang Gad, then Peb, then Matheran, then Garbett Plateau, all on west of the railway line were all welcoming.


We reached Karjat and walked down to a bridge( commonly known as shri raam pul) from where we got a shared auto rickshaw to our base village Gaurkamath. आता इकडे रिक्षा वाल्याने थोडा game खेळला आमच्या सोबत. पण जाऊ द्या ते रडगाणं नाही करत इथे.


We reached base village at about 8.00A.M. we could see Dhak forest region of the Sahyadris and a small but prominent hill of Bhivgad. We realized that our destination was not at great height and I drew my route up from a trunk starting from the north side of the pen shaped hill. This pen is placed at northwest-southeast direction. 


We started walking from the west towards the northwest side from where i thought the trail on the trunk upwards starts, but I don't recall if we missed the path going on the trunk but we were now following a well paved path keeping bhivgad to our right. After a walk with few ascends we reached a col. From this col the route southwards goes to Dhak mountain. This trail looked interesting disappearing in thick forest on the mountain. "One day", I said to myself and got on the way to Bhivgad. 


On the slope we found two men paving a trail. They were members of a प्रतिष्ठाण. They had come for श्रमदान.
We reached the plateau. I found a water cistern. But the water was not potable. From here you see Matheran on the west. Giant pinnacle of Irshaalgad was on the outline of the horizon. I remembered my gurus words, "चढू नकोस अवघड आहे"


We went towards northwest to the edge. From here we saw our missed trail on the trunk, which I had read on blogs takes us to rock cut steps on the east. We decided to go there later. It was just 9.00A.M. Not much was visible due to the fog below. We sat on a rock facing Garbett plateau till we felt sunlight on our backs. That's when I looked down.  Light green grasshopper colored fields with dark green spots of trees were spread all over. Time had cleared the mist and the fog.


It was time to explore rest of the fort. We headed towards the rock cut steps. There was one more water cistern on the east side. The water in the cistern seemed potable but was drying up. Near the steps, on the middle of the plateau,  there is one more water cistern. Water in this cistern seemed potable but was drying up. On descending we found two caves dug in the stone. There was a somewhat difficult ( without strong handholds and footholds)  5 to 6 feet climb from ground level to reach the caves. We could hear screeching sound of bats in there.


We had our food on these steps. The श्रमदानी people were descending down by now. We headed back towards the col where we left the trail to Dhak to our left and descended down towards Vadap village. There is a huge waterfall to left while facing the village. A straight trail from the col will get you to a intersection on a dirt road which goes to Gaurkamath keeping Bhivgad to the right. We walked towards Vadap and reached the main road from where we got a 3 seater auto Rickshaw to Karjat. 

Monday, February 1, 2016

The Rolled Emptiness.

“Don't go there! “, she said, “ there aren't any railings “, He looked at her, with contempt. ‘There weren't any railings over there before, the mountain knows no limits. It's our limits that we speak of, think of, impose on’. He didn't mind her and went there. He was sure of his limits. He had seen that rock and had been there before. There inclined at 40 degrees he saw in the dark the lights, which gave people below visual perspective of the world. He saw the half moon, which gave outline to all those mountains in between itself and the lights below. He felt that he was somewhere in between the two lights. There was emptiness in between. He wished she was here, he just wanted to lie on her lap. “Limits”,  he said to himself and then he gave up. He lied cheek down on the rock. Tears rolling over it. The emptiness got another angle. The emptiness rolled over him. He called out, “mumma”, no body heard. Nobody was there. Just the rolled emptiness.