I was asked a question, "If your life was a movie what would you name it?". The next instant I answered, "A Journey". I don't know if it is true or not, but going there through treks, hikes, walks, adds some weight to the answer. This blog is about experiences I had on this journey while trekking, hiking, walking, travelling.
Friday, December 29, 2017
Sunday, October 15, 2017
In The Fog, With Clouds Behind
The Trail Of Light |
After calling up my trek mates and public for a ढासू Friday Night to Sunday trek for their availability, everybody’s status turned out to be “may be”. I was in a full too mood for a trek this weekend. I just had to go. So I made a backup plan, that if no one showed up on Saturday, I would anyways go for a small hike in Palghar range, solo. I studied the maps and all, for the same in advance, along with maps and route for the ढासू Friday Night to Sunday trek. The ढासू trek was ढासू in a way that it was more physically demanding than all my treks till now. So anyways this ढासू plan was cancelled as all of my trekmates were busy this weekend. So I decided to go ahead with my on my own, not so ढासू but still a doable, alone, one day plan. गुरू ला फोन करून प्लॅन कळवळा. तर त्याने दुसराच प्लॅन दिला. डेक्कन पठाराची चढाई आणि ती पण सोलो, मनात धम धम धम धम झालं. So on guru’s inputs, I again changed my solo not so ढासू plan into solo ढासू plan.
The plan was already there in mind, I had already hiked in the area , I knew the start of the trek. So not much was to be studied this time. I took 5.41 AM Khopoli train from dombivli, landscape from the grilled window of the train was covered with fog, The mountains i usually see in this train journey were all hidden somewhere. Platforms of stations en-route were full of daily commuters who travel to Mumbai everyday, to earn bread and butter. I was going away from them all. Just yesterday I was the person on the platform, waiting for a train to take me to Mumbai. Today, it was different, it was a journey, not a commute.
I reached Karjat and walked to Shri Ram Pul, from where share rickshaws are available to go to the base village, Gaurkamat/Vadap. When I reached there i came to know that Rickshaw will only leave when all the seats are filled with passengers. I was the only one who was going to Gaurkamat, so I crossed Shri Ram Pul on foot and started walking on road to Gaurkamat, hooping to get a lift or find another rickshaw or transport to the village. Soon I hopped into a rickshaw going to Vengaon. Half the distance to Vadap was now covered. So I walked for about 3 kms. and reached the base village, Vadap.
While walking towards Vadap, south end of Bhivgad is seen on Right hand side. This end, along with Dhak’s massive landmass forms a col allowing one to go either to Dhak or to Bhivgad. My destination was Dhak. So from Vadap, I turned towards this col. Now one reason I don't go out there alone is dogs, yes dogs!. I am scared of them. Their barks and growls fill me with terror, and that is exactly what they do when they encounter an outsider entering their area, in my case, the village. I somehow manage to stay calm when sI have company, but today I was alone, and I had to go. Thankfully, dogs in Vadap didn't seem to mind me, soon I was on the trail.
Ascend starts as soon as village is left behind. I reached the col soon. From here I wasn't even able to see the village properly because of fog. Keeping village to my back, way to Bhivgad was on my left hand side while Dhak was on my right hand side. I took latter and soon was on the long trunk which climbs on Dhak Plateau. Soon after ascending a patch of forest over a serpentine trail I reached a opening, a lower plateau. Grass here was reaching my knee. The trail went from near a small hut. Now yes! Here I heard it. Bhow Bhow! Loud and clear. Two dogs came out of the hut aggressively. A farmer came out of the hut, saw me, and calmed down the dogs. I started walking.
After gaining some more height I looked behind, and what I saw was speechless! Thick clouds were behind, at my height in patches, surrounding the ranges around. Their colour was bright white. They were cotton floating in air.
After ascending a series of few more rock patches and forest patches I reached a wide open ground. Surrounded with knee length grass, I realised that I have crossed the crestline. That was supposed to be my destination. I had seen on Google maps that there was a temple near this trail somewhere, so I decided go ahead and check out. Soon after clearing one more forest patch, I saw the temple on my left side. I went there crossing several crabs and their burrows.
The temple was well built and renovated. There was a tin shed in the verandah. Door to go in the temple was locked, so I sat in the verandah. I was looking at a huge Plateau ahead of me, with a forest at the horizon. I sat there quietly, listened to crabs making their tok tok sounds. There was no one. There was a small village nearby, but it was not visible.
After exploring a bit around I started my descent back. I met a old man who was going to Dhak village. “ एकटाच का?” , “कधी आलास” , अशी चौकशी झाली. He gave me his name and told me to visit his house next time I come there.ते “शावकाश जा’, म्हणाले आणि मी निघालो. After walking a while I sat on a rock and had my lunch.
To my relief the dogs on the lower plateau did not bark this time, or maybe they were not there, I don't know!. I just walked through that patch without stopping. Soon it started raining. The rain grew stronger when I reached the col between Bhivgad and Dhak. I was completely drenched when I reached Vadap village, where too many dogs who didn't notice me in the morning, welcomed me with their loud barks. I reached the main road and waited in verandah of a shop for a shared rickshaw to Karjat, which came after a long wait.
The Cotton Clouds |
Friday, July 14, 2017
A LETTER FROM A GREAT NATURE LOVER
Hello everyone,
I write this letter with deep love towards what I feel is nature. I love nature, and to be in nature. And if one loves nature, one has to love the rains, wow wonderful wonderful the nature is in rains. Monsoons as they call it here. If you ask me I don't know why the fuck they are called so, they just come in June and go in September, after which there is winter, I love winter but only for my dry Formal shirt, unstained by summer sweat. Else I don't care for heat when I am indoors, I have an air conditioner or fan for cooling my sweaty ass off. In winter I love to wear hoods, just for the fun of it.
And yes, being a nature lover, ofcourse I love love photography, wow. My 10 Mega pixel camera takes great selfies, my twitched lips and amazing pouts with some crazy effects to hide my pimples make me look as if I have just been born and bathed in milk.
And yes, what good are selfies without WhatsApp status messages, they are made for nature bugs like us, speaking of bugs I hate those bugs when they sit on the side of my nose in nature, they tickled me and left a sense of wetness where they had just been. That is why I started shouting my ass off with my friends who clearly outnumbered them, and posed for selfies when in nature. And yes of course I played rock music on my JBL portable speakers, cos too, I Love music!!. Also it was motivating.
I actually don't remember where I went this saturday. They took me in an awesome bus where we played antakshari. That was the best part of my nature trip. We even had bottled water. And yes, I didn't throw the bottles in the nature, I threw them at a place where they were piled up, while some people had thrown them everywhere in the nature, how could they? Ignorant assholes!
And wow everything was so green. I would like to recommend my 540 friends on Facebook to go there and feel the green.
In winter I love nature as well, it's so cool in Matheran and Mahabaleshwar, but I also love Christmas and New year, oh my! Daru Daru Daru and red santa caps in office. Oh my oh my oh my! How wonderfully I love winter! I could go on and on and on about my love for nature and it's so cool that I never get tired of talking about what I love, and posting those cool quotes with green backgrounds.
After winter I hate the way the nature treats me. It's so sweaty and sunny. I have seen how nature looks in summer while traveling in train, so dry and brown. Not beautiful at all. The sun makes my eyes pop out when I look outside. Nature is at it's best in rains. There shouldn't be a summer season at all.
Yours lovingly,
Great lover of nature.
[ Pout selfie with my mom on mother's day]
( Because I love nature )
I write this letter with deep love towards what I feel is nature. I love nature, and to be in nature. And if one loves nature, one has to love the rains, wow wonderful wonderful the nature is in rains. Monsoons as they call it here. If you ask me I don't know why the fuck they are called so, they just come in June and go in September, after which there is winter, I love winter but only for my dry Formal shirt, unstained by summer sweat. Else I don't care for heat when I am indoors, I have an air conditioner or fan for cooling my sweaty ass off. In winter I love to wear hoods, just for the fun of it.
And yes, being a nature lover, ofcourse I love love photography, wow. My 10 Mega pixel camera takes great selfies, my twitched lips and amazing pouts with some crazy effects to hide my pimples make me look as if I have just been born and bathed in milk.
And yes, what good are selfies without WhatsApp status messages, they are made for nature bugs like us, speaking of bugs I hate those bugs when they sit on the side of my nose in nature, they tickled me and left a sense of wetness where they had just been. That is why I started shouting my ass off with my friends who clearly outnumbered them, and posed for selfies when in nature. And yes of course I played rock music on my JBL portable speakers, cos too, I Love music!!. Also it was motivating.
I actually don't remember where I went this saturday. They took me in an awesome bus where we played antakshari. That was the best part of my nature trip. We even had bottled water. And yes, I didn't throw the bottles in the nature, I threw them at a place where they were piled up, while some people had thrown them everywhere in the nature, how could they? Ignorant assholes!
And wow everything was so green. I would like to recommend my 540 friends on Facebook to go there and feel the green.
In winter I love nature as well, it's so cool in Matheran and Mahabaleshwar, but I also love Christmas and New year, oh my! Daru Daru Daru and red santa caps in office. Oh my oh my oh my! How wonderfully I love winter! I could go on and on and on about my love for nature and it's so cool that I never get tired of talking about what I love, and posting those cool quotes with green backgrounds.
After winter I hate the way the nature treats me. It's so sweaty and sunny. I have seen how nature looks in summer while traveling in train, so dry and brown. Not beautiful at all. The sun makes my eyes pop out when I look outside. Nature is at it's best in rains. There shouldn't be a summer season at all.
Yours lovingly,
Great lover of nature.
[ Pout selfie with my mom on mother's day]
( Because I love nature )
Sunday, July 9, 2017
The Queen of the Journey
It started raining heavily. We had not seen much of rain the whole day, although the sound of rain falling on the ghats was always there with us. The climb was easy and peaceful because of soothing cool climate and breeze. Sitting there at twilight, in the verandah, I looked outside at the S.T. bus that was parked in front, she was getting soaked by the rainwater gushing over her windows, making her seats look ghastly. She was the Queen of the Journey. She is the only one who comes there at night, stays in that nature’s bliss of a village near the end of the mighty Deccan Plateau. Saying her Goodbye and requesting her to wait for us for the next day to take us to the The Big City, we went to sleep.
In the morning her Driver ignited her engine. Humm humm hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm……. He warmed it up for the ride ahead. The sun was not up when she carried us away from the village. The road in the nature’s bliss, wound up from between the mountains to reach a tragedy called “Lavasa”, where nature is cut into numerous slices from a huge piece of cake. It seemed to me like more of a “Station” and less of “Hill”
Anyways this Queen of my journey broke down on the path 10 kms away from the Station on the Hills. The driver walked up the road to find network for their phone, to call for help. There is no other mode of commercial transport on this part of road upto Panshet. The conductor gave me a piece of Ticket Report from his Ticket Printer and suggested us to go to Lavasa to find another ST to Pune in case we get a lift to Lavasa City. The conductor went to check out the driver while I waited for someone who would take us there. I didn’t wish to go. I hoped that I would not find any transport, and stay with the Queen of the Journey to see what happens to her next. Then the conductor came and said that the Depo is sending one backup S.T. They both were going to stay in the near by village, with the broken down bus until breakdown vehicle or their mechanic arrives. He said that it might take the whole day. He also said how once one of the buses and its conductor were both stranded in one of the other villages on the edge of the plateau because of a landslide. He said that they can’t leave the vehicle until solution arrives.
The backup ST arrived in about one hour. We hopped in it and the ride started and soon we were dropped into the Big City.
Now as I write this the hummmm hummmm sound of the Queen of the Journey still vibrates in my ear. As I close my eyes, I see her standing there in twilight in the remote village in midst of the nature’s bliss, which had been void of electricity for last 15 days, where talk with my fellow travellers had coloured in one corner of the verandah while our Host spoke to his neighbors about progress of work in their farmlands in the other corner. I hope that she has been repaired by now, for her next journey to some other remote place, where there is no one but her.
Thursday, June 1, 2017
Kondhane - Rajmachi - Valvande - Kondeshwar - Jambhivli
Partner for this trek was Rajesh. बर्याच weekends पासून होय नाय होय नाय करत राजेश ह्या weekend आला होता. He met me at dombivli and we hopped into 5.44AM Khopoli local from Dombivli.
We took a auto rickshaw from karjat station to kondhane village. From the Rick I took a good look at mesmerising dhak, manjar sumbha, and entire songiri range.
When we started the walk from kondhane village, I heard it . गड गड धधाम ! The clouds started beating their drums. Then we heard it. Sound of rain somewhere far up. Rain in may, that too on a Trek. That too on kondhane route, that too a crowd less rainy day on a weekend on kondhane route! What else can you ask for. Although I am always prepared for rain, even on weekends, Rajesh wasn't! त्याने पटकन एका D-mart च्या छोट्या पिशवीत भला मोठा blanket कोंबला आणि 2.5 litre च्या दोन thumbs up च्या बाटल्या आणि तीं पिशवी हापिस bag मध्ये कोंबली. लेण्यां मध्ये ह्याची Repacking करू, असा करार झाला. आणि तसच केल, बाहेर पाऊस कोसळत होता, आणि आम्ही कोंढण्या च्या cave मध्ये समान काढून बसलो, repacking करायला, समोर डोंगर रांगेच्या मध्येच एक train ठाकूरवाडी halt ला थांबली होती. After Rajesh explored the caves, we were ready to go.
The rain was gone by the time we reached the lower plateau. The long trains climbing up through thakurwadi across the ulhas river were signalling with loud horn. I found the trail coming up from Mundhewadi village which could bypass the caves if taken. वाट मस्त मळलेली दिसली. मनाच्या checklist मध्ये लगेच add झाली.
We reached the rajmachi plateau pretty quickly and there they were the black ripe करवंद on thorny bushes . We started eating them until we could and went to the village.
We didn't wait much in the village and headed straight towards the godaneshwar temple and rested there for a while, soon realizing that it was impossible to rest the feet, whose mind wants to explore more! We walked towards south of the plateau on the edge.
Eyes could see as far as khandala, as well as the mighty ulhas valley thinking of which I still get goosebumps. It always takes me to that day when we were in it jumping from one rock to land on another.
We again came back to the temple and filled our bottles from the well, near it. It was time to leave rajmachi. We had enough time on our hands but rajmachi was a milestone of the trek, not the destination. Now we had to make our way to valvande. Then soon keeping one foot in front of another we started walking on the dirt road which takes us to lonavala. On the way Rajesh was adamant on getting one कच्चा आंबा down from the tree. After clearing the ground of the stones he managed to get two. First time in my life I ate a whole कैरी.
After a short distance the road started turning towards right. There is a bridge right at the turn, making way over a huge water stream which was dried in this month of may. ओढा पाहताच पोटात कुरकुर ऐकू आली. लगेच खाली उतरलो आणि मस्त bread, jam, अंडी असा lunch केला. plastic आणि इयर garbage went in our bags. I took a short nap at that place and started walking आरामसे after that. Now here is the catch. Immediately, after the turn, valvand village lies on the left side on the mountain range. While the dirt road goes a few kilometres ahead and take a sharp diversion left to reach that place, I knew that there was going to be a trail that cuts through the mountain on the left taking one directly on the road. A काका coming towards us with his cattle confirmed my अंदाझा and showed me the trail. Thanking him we started climbing. After about odd 100 metres up we were on the dirt road to valvand village. This small and village which lies on North of Shirota lake is surprisingly humble, despite its proximity to Rajmachi, where tourists flock on the weekends, it has a small closed school and a couple of temples behind 2 huge plastic water tanks, where I had planned to sleep at night.
We made dinner arrangements at Tukaram Umbre’s house and kids in the village invited us to play “किर्केट”. Cricket मध्ये bat, ball, runs, stump, जवळ जवळ एवढ्याच गोष्टींचं knowledge असलेला मी, मला चक्क captain बनवत होती ती भोळी पोरं. Ball समोर आल्यावर माझ reflex पळून जायचं , त्याला dodge करायचं. त्याला पकडायचा भानगडीत न पडणारा मी, आणि मलाच wicket keeper बनवलं गेलं.
After किरकेत we tried getting some mangoes off a tree with a kid, but we failed. Then I met an आजोबा who I knew was from Rajmachi village, he had come to stay there with his cattle as there was better hay and ample of water for the cattle. त्यांच्या गुरांकढे नजर गेली. जिथे त्यांना बांधल होते तिथे जमिनीवर सुक्या गवताला व शेणाला आग लावून धूर केला होता. “भारी डास चावत्यात”, अस explanation आजोबांनी दिलं.
रात्री जेवणाचं invitation आलं आणि आम्ही लगेच उठलो. For dinner there was भाकरी, डाळ, बटाट्या ची भाजी, कांदे, after eating till our bellies were full, we we went outside, where it was lightening a bit in the sky. Seeing that, काकू suggested us to sleep in the verandah, instead of school. उंबरे काका ही, ”पाणी आलं की दार वाजवा”, म्हणून गेले.
I kept looking at the sky, moonlight had lit the border of the dark clouds with white light. Cool breeze was kissing my cheeks and tickling my nose. I connected my phone to my power bank and went to sleep. I woke up when it was still dark, Rajesh was deep asleep, I got up quietly and went out in the dark for a walk, “कोंबडं घशातून ओरडत होतं”, बाकी गुडूप शांतता होती.”.
I woke Rajesh up and packed our bags, paid उंबरे काका, for the dinner, bid adieu to Rajmachi चे आजोबा and left the village. The trail to Kondeshwar starts from East of valvand and soon divides into two. The one going sharply towards right was more prominent and had saffron markings on them. Stereotypical thinking of linking saffron with temples, led us on that trail, after walking a bit I realised that we were walking southwards on the bank of Shirota lake, hence keeping the mountain range to our left, while we wanted to climb on the mountain range towards North, keeping it to our right. On realising that we are on wrong path, we turned back to the village. A काकू from the village confirmed that I had taken a wrong route and showed me the right path.
Soon we were climbing up alongside a dried up, walled water channel. We walked on the wall for a while till it ended near a waterfall, which i guessed might be feeding the channel in rains. Then a fairly beaten trail took us upwards, and we entered a dense jungle, green and silent. The magnificence of the jungle was only felt when we climbed up and looked at it down from a height. No trace of ground was seen through the dense trees, बघून पुर्ण टरकली! अश्या उन्हात असा हिरवा प्रकार अजून तरी कधी माझ्या नजरेत आला नव्हता. निसर्गाच्या त्या ever shocking nature che धडे मिळाले.
Eyes could see Shrivardhan fort, to it's right the mighty Manjar Sumbha, which looked like a resting wild cat, and to it's right the big massif of Dhak mountain, connected to Deccan plateau by a dark green forested ridge. That's the view I came for. It was much much wilder and much much huge and much much exhilarating than I had imagined. After properly capturing that view in my mind we started walking towards north, keeping valley to left, soon the mountain wall on the right got shorter until it disappeared turning the way southwards. From here keeping wall to the right we started descending. Now we could see the Kondeshwar temple down in the valley, our next milestone. वाटेवर एक मेलेला विंचू दिसला, मेलेला असून सुद्धा त्याच्या डंख आक्रमक होता, पाहून पुन्हा टरकली. Ants were feasting on that dead ferocious scorpion. After traversing the mountain for a while we started descending, after crossing a dried but huge water stream, we reached the temple. First the plan was to sleep here the previous night, but unavailability of water had made me drop the plan. What an area! surrounded by hills and dhak mountain showing itself from between two. It would have been an awesome place to spend a night.
From here a dirt road took us to Jambhavali, it was 10.10 AM, we had missed the 10.00AM bus, दुकानावरच्या काकांशी गप्पा मारून आणि biscuit खाऊन आम्ही चालतच निघालो. इथून कामशेत 20 KM आहे, we got lift after walking for about 2 kms, then soon we were at kamshet station. आणि हो, कामशेत स्टेशन जवळ एक भारी मिसळ पाव locate केला आहे!
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
The Ladders, The Sun, The Forest, The Hills
As usual the morning began with an harsh alarm. The unusual was that I woke up immediately without snoozing or waiting for the next one to go off. After packing the eggs, 4 litre water, in already packed backpack I ran off to catch 5.55 AM Khopoli local from Dombivli station.
As decided Sagar was waiting for me in first bogie.
Reaching Karjat at 6.55 AM. We took a Mheskarwadi S.T bus to Kashele village. From there after negotiating and renegotiating we took a shared tumtum to jamrung.
The air was humid, summer sun was already hot when we started walking from Jamrung to Kamathpada village. Jamrung pinnacle came into view like a bursting soda bottle.
From kamathpada, there are two routes going towards start Khetoba ghat on the lower plateau. One is from the north of the lower plateau, called the Shidi Ghat, other from the south called the Vajantri Ghat.
As guided, I started walking towards the pinnacle to take the Shidi Ghat route. By the time I reached the route which goes towards left of the pinnacle, when keeping it on our right hand side, I realised that I had to keep my pace slow and steady considering the weight on my back and the summer sun.
After some distance and leaving pinnacle way behind, the route enters the Sahyadris keeping the lower plateau wall adjacent to our right. Then starts the ladders and snakes game.
There were monkeys who teased us by climbing the rock face in 2 mins with their climbing ability, and after climbing the first ladder we realised that this is not just snakes and ladders but this is monkeys and ladders, it was a route made on almost straight rock face. Wherever there was absolutely no moderate way to climb there were ladders, and where there weren't ladders, there was a scramble on all the four limbs. One of the ladders although strategically placed, almost looked like a child’s drawing.
Guiding Sagar on the scramble, and the four ladders we reached the lower plateau. When I finally reached an open ground, I saw the Sahyadri rock wall raising in the sky about 300 and more meters high. On this wall like Mario flag steps Khetoba ghat climbs adjacent to the wall towards north, giving ground to tall trees and forest on the steps.
We entered the dense forest towards the edge of the wall and kept the wall towards left. After about 2 hours in sun from the start of our hike, we were finally in cool and dark shade. After a while the route started turning left and the rockface came to our right hand side, towards start of Khetoba ghat. The ascent left me panting and breathing heavily. Having a couple of oranges made us feel like Mario with a mushroom. Taking short bursts of rests and water, we reached the mountaintop at about 12.45 PM. There is a small temple on the edge of the mountain here, in the temple, an unsculpted stone god named Khetoba, hence the ghat is called Khetoba ghat. There is no tree for about a hundred metres from here.
After getting an idea from where we came, and where we need to go we decided to have lunch in forest cover patch of our route to Bhimashankar.. Keeping in mind strict instructions of not resting too much and of not getting lost we had lunch quickly and started walking soon. After crossing the short forest patch, which is actually a hill, we came across Lonavala Bhimashankar pathway which has stones laid across on both the sides.
We took left here and started walking towards Bhimashankar. Here I felt the weight of my backpack and loosened the shoulder straps to put weight on the waist strap and started walking.
I had in my mind that the ascent part of the route had now ended and now there is just a long walk over the plateau to Bhimashankar, but Sahyadris like always, surprised me with quite the opposite. It was not just a walk but a hike along forest covered hills and barren- exposed to sun land.
After walking for about what felt like hour and a half we reached a place where the stone bordered pathway had abruptly come to an end near a small water pond. It seemed like truck or some vehicle had come upto the pond for some reason, the pond was bordered with stones. A small path was going north in the forest and was not looking like a beaten path. Other path went towards west near the mountain edge which didn't seem to be proper path either. I looked behind towards southeast to find a stone temple like thing with a metal board in front of it. On going there it turned out to be Kamladevi Maata temple, which was actually one of the milestones enroute. A sone unsculpted goddess resides in the stone temple. We again found the stone bordered pathway right in front of this temple door and started walking on it.
Again a series of forest covered hills and barren lands. A ravine to our right and across it a dirt road running towards Bhimashankar, which I later found out was a road connecting neighbouring villages. Later the route joins for a while with this road and separate again a bit towards left and finally enters the dense Bhimashankar jungle. We came across the route to gupt-bhimashankar on our left and decided to explore it next time, considering time as well as our tiredness. From here the route has a mild ascend and we started spotting villagers who had come to collect wood, about half an hour later we saw the Mahadev temple right in front of us, suddenly after the end of the forest.
Tourists, and Street vendors looked at us as if we were zombies. The trek had ended, but was not complete. This different experience of walking on the plateau had surprised me, the forest covered hills and short ascends and descends and the walk in the sun was what I saw when I later closed my eyes at night in that Dharamshala near the mahadev temple. Again I knew that the 7 hours of this trek were what I was going to see for years to come
Sunday, March 5, 2017
एश-टी चा पायलट, आणि त्याचा cockpit
बाई मास्तरांना म्हणाल्या, ड्रायव्हर काकांना एश-टी हळू हकायला request करा की.
मास्तर म्हणाले ते काय ऐकणार नाहीत, 100 च्या speed वर उडवतील. तुम्हीच बोला.
बाई काही तरी त्यांना कुजबुजल्या, ड्रायव्हर ने होकार दिला. बाई खुश झाल्या.
lights बंद झाल्या.
रात्री चे 9 वाजले असतील
माझा डोळा लागला.
मग अचानक ड्रायव्हर ने आपली केबिन light लावली.
भांगड कळली नाही
मग दिसलं. ड्रायव्हर त्याच्या शेजारच्या गडीं ने तंभाखु मळून दिला.
ड्रायव्हर ने डाव्या हाथाचा कोपरा ठेवला steering वर आणि उजव्या हाथाने angle बनवून तंभाखु टाकला तोंडात.
मग काय आई शप्पथ!
कसल 100kmph नि कसलं 120. गाडी च cockpit झालं, आणि त्याचा pilot.
माळशेज घाटातना गाडी जी उडविली, थेट मुरबाड डेपोत पोहोचली.
ज्यो side देत न्हवता त्याच्या कानाचा भोंग्या ने भुगा केला.
Ashok Leyland ची ती एश टी आणि त्यात हा पायलट.
जेवढा वेळ सकाळी खांडस हुन भीमाशंकर - शिडी घाटाने कसरत करून चढायला लागला, त्याहुन अर्ध्या वेळात ह्या pilot ने रात्री आळेफाटा ते कल्याण डेपो मध्ये गाडी उडविली होती.
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