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Thursday, July 20, 2017

Chavand: Monsoon trek after ages!!

I remember my college days when my Haversack was always packed with the basic necessary stuff for a trek. The moment we got a chance, we used to go out, explore a new fort, and come back with memories and replenished energy, which would take us through the tough times of the next semester!!  But as it happens usually with many people, I started working, the group spread out in all directions, and I lost touch with this passion of mine.
Yesterday, I tried to rekindle the candle...
July 16th 2017, I set out on a small trek to Fort Chavand with 3 Point Adventures, a Pune based Trekking group. I was trekking after almost 4-5 years and wanted an easy one to start with. This was the perfect.
We started off from Pune, like it usually happens the bus was a bit late and so I could reach in time!! We were a group of 50 people. All from different backgrounds ranging from 5 years to 72 years… 
Picking up people from various pick up points, we reached our first halt for breakfast.  We halted at Purohit Veg Restaurant on the Pune-Nashik Highway (https://goo.gl/maps/1eqgvshLYFx) it is a nice restaurant with good facilities, clean toilets. I won’t be able to comment on their food quality as we were served delicious Upma which the organizing team had carried along with them. One good thing I observed was that the food was always served in ecofriendly, bio degradable plates (though these are a costly affair). This really shows that the organisers care a lot about the environment. After a short break we left for Chavand Wadi.
We passed Manchar, Narayangaon, Junnar. The sight of the GMRT, various rock cut caves around the hills of Junnar and Shivneri was gradually taking us into the trekking mode. Its always a pleasure to watch the forts in Maharshtra from a distance, their sheer magnificence takes you to a different world of imagination…How were these forts build? Who were the artisans…who designed them..these people are unknown..unsung heroes of the history of this area. Imagine Shivaji Maharaj fighting the might of the Mughals without the backing of these forts…seems impossible right?
Now we were there, at Chavand wadi, at the base of the fort. We all geared up. I left the unnecessary things in the bus. These included the extra pair of clothes and the raincoat! Well, I was there to enjoy the monsoon! Besides all my delicate equipment was taken care by plastic bags..
The sight of the fort was welcoming..straight cliffs on all sides…fort walls only where needed..Typical of this area. This view also faced us with the next question…how were we supposed to climb the cliffs..but lets think about that later.
Chavand Fort
The team leader briefed us with the instructions and we started off the trek. The road to the trek start point was a muddy one, but motorable (small vehicles and 2 wheelers only). We reached the base and to our surprise there were no muddy cattle trails that we had to climb up..The authorities have built a nice wide staircase on this fort. This made the trek much less difficult, but took away all the fun and “skills put to use” part.

Newly built Staircase


We started the climb, and like I had expected, I was the last one in the lot. After such a long gap, I was completely out of touch with the trekker in me. Hopefully I will be able to catch up soon.






Waterfalls defying gravity!!

The surroundings of this fort are mesmerizing, huge mountains on all sides, the backwaters of Manikdoh, lush greenery and grey clouds…just so beautiful. All this with wind gushing along the cliffs ready to take anything with it..high up in the clouds. Almost all the small and big waterfalls which were coming down from the top of the fort were going against gravity…the water never reached the base…wind swept it up the cliffs.
Cameras were clicking, we were enjoying each step..with such an enthusiastic group, there was no feeling of fatigue. And suddenly the steps ended..and the answer to how we were going to climb the cliffs was before us…There were steps..steps carved in the rock itself. These were not straight..each step was almost of a different size, different height, different depth and at a different angle than the previous one. The only motive in doing this was to slow down the enemy and tire him off…and they were playing their part perfectly. Climbing these steps, though it would have been the toughest challenge for the enemies of Swarajya, is now an easy job. Strong railings have been built here for safety on the valley side and an equally strong wire rope is fitted on the rock.

A friend of mine shared a 13-14 year old photograph of the same rock patch..it was terrifying…
Imagine a moment where you are hanging by a vertical cliff, rains pouring down and lashing you, Slippery rock beneath your feet and nothing but the same slippery rock to rest your hands on!! Thrilling..isnt it?
Finally we crossed the steps and standing in front of us was the main entrance door of the fort. This door is constructed in the typical “Gomukh” style. This is done so that if at all the enemy decides to shell the door by canons, he won’t be able to aim at the door, as it is safely hidden behind the ramparts and walls. Also, if at all his army succeeds in reaching the door, they don’t have enough space to hit the door with force. The passage also becomes narrow here so that only 2-3 people can walk side by side, thus making it easier for the guards to kill the enemy.

Main entrance
The entrance is guarded now only by a Ganapati sculpture…One placed on the wall facing the stairs and one just above the main door. The construction of the main door is strong. Its strength can be seen even today. The rock and stone has seen the weather of atleast 400 years and can still hold a mighty army, if time comes.
Once you enter the fort, there is not much to see. As explained by our trek leader, the fort was built in the Satvahana period to guard the trade route from Kalyan to Junnar. As per this description, the fort must have been built around 200BC and was in use till the British bombarded the stairs leading to the fort. The fort has been a witness to so many kingdoms and dynasties, Satvahanas,Nizams,Mughals, Marathas, Peshwa’s, British. Now it lays in ruins.




Tank in front of the Shiva temple
  There are around seven rock cut tanks, known as Saptamatrika, on the fort. The rock from these tanks was used to construct walls and ramparts wherever necessary. At many places there are no fort walls…so one has to be very careful while walking here, especially if it’s raining or foggy. You will never know when u have over stepped in the valley..and then it’s a straight fall off atleast 200-300 feet.




There is one particular tank, which as

per my observations must have been a temple with a beautiful “pushkarini”. The remains of the temple include a few rock carved columns and beams, a broken Shivlinga, and a few strewn sections of the roof tower (kalas). 






The side of the tank which is along the mountain has a few niches with some idols. The side opposite to the main temple beyond the tank has a few steps. All in all this would have been a magnificent temple once upon a time.
Ruins of Shiva Temple

The fort offers a panoramic view of the many hills surrounding the area. On one side you can see the Manikdoh Dam back waters and Hadsar Fort. The top of the fort is a huge plateau with a small hill at the center. We circled this hill and later climbed the summit of the fort. At the summit, there is a small temple of the fort deity Goddess Chamunda. There is a small dipmaal and a a few more deities. The view from the summit was magnificent. The trek leader shared some information about the fort here and then we started our descent.
On the way up the hill the sole of one of my shoes gave up, so now I was trying to balance myself on one sole and that was a difficult task, especially while climbing down. After a few small falls, we climbed down the hill and started off to our left...and we lost our way! IN the clouds and the heavy rainfall…we lost our way. We once again circled the whole hill and passed the tanks and found that the way to base was exactly in front of us after we climbed down the hill. We missed it somehow.

A beautiful flower on the Fort
The cliff and the rock cut steps looked terrific now…rain was pouring down heavily..piercing through the clothes. We all were drenched. Slowly and steadily we climbed down the fort. It was already 3 PM and we were supposed to go to Kukadeshwar temple for lunch. Hungry we were and lunch was what we were looking forward to!
Shocks are a part of such treks and this one was no exception. We were all relaxed and happy after the trek. Lazily we were walking towards our bus when all of a sudden we realized that our bus was not standing straight…it was tilted!! One of the rear wheel had gone deep in a storm trench and was stuck in the mud.. and we were not alone, one more big bus was going through the same plight, and she had all her wheels dug deep in mud!
A tractor was called, but the ropes available were too weak. Our driver, a nice experienced guy had already left to fetch a Wire rope. How much time it would take for the buses to come out couldn’t be said unless the wire rope was in place.
The rains, the trek and the thrill had all made us hungry…breakfast was fast gone and we also had to kill time waiting for the wire rope..the organisers decided that we would have lunch there itself. And everyone was happy. The food was tasty, again served in biodegradable plates.
Our driver was back till we finished lunch..now the next task was to join the tractor and then as it pulled our bus out, from the front..we were to push form the back. We put all our efforts together. The tasty lunch had given us enough energy. In a couple of minutes all our efforts were rewarded and our bus was out of the trench. The other bus took a little bit more time, but it too came out and we were relieved.
Meanwhile the rain had stopped and we all had changed our drenched clothes…everyone was fresh with a new energy. Off we went to Kukadeshwar temple which is around 3 kms from the fort.
This is a very old temple, built in the 12th century as per the Hemadpanthi style of architecture. The carvings on the temple are beautiful. This place is also the origin of the Kukadi river.


The surroundings of the temple are scenic, green hills with black cliffs everywhere, waterfalls, gushing streams, rice fields filled with muddy water from the streams a farmer ploughing his field with a pir of bulls and his family sowing plants..all this made it a picture perfect moment. A perfect click to end the trek!




And so we were…mesmerized, shocked surprised, tired, energetic, enjoying every moment of the trek. And like all good things this to ohad to come to an end..the return journey started..the cream on the cake was the antakshari we played on our way back!! It was a rocking performance by all the teams. After a quick tea wada pav break at Purohit Veg, we headed off to Pune.
But this journey too was not simple…just a few kms before Rajgurunagar, we were stuck in traffic..and that was not at all pleasing after a funfilled day..it took us 2 hours to cover a distance of approximately 10 kms…and finally we reached Pune at 11:30 PM.
Every trek gives some new experience…this one was a message for me that I had not lost my passion…but I just need to rekindle it.

Life should have more mountains..and less stress!!
 


Friday, February 17, 2017

The Grand South India Ride: Prologue

A big dream always starts with a small idea…and so it started for us. A common passion drove us...MOTORBIKES and Travel. It all started with a wild ride to Koynanagar and few years back. Then we kept on riding. The thrill and endurance going up with every ride. Koynanagar, Diveagar, Alibaug, Tapola, Goa, Amba, Vijaydurg, the list goes on. With so many big and small rides done we decided to do something big now…something we had never attempted.

It all started in September 2016… 5 riders, ready to test their limits, decided to set out on a dream route. The die was cast…the pieces started rolling. And thus “The Grand South India Ride” was born.  Here I would like to say one thing, though we actually set on the road in December, the ride started for us long before that...right from the planning.


Planning a ride has 3-4 main aspects:
  1. Exploring for interesting and thrilling routes and debating on which will be the best. And later finalizing the routes
  2. Once the routes are finalized, we then need to explore the area for places to stay and to visit during the stay. Google maps has made these tasks so easy…sitting at your desk you can explore the world, find places of interest, thrilling routes and with the satellite imagery you can actually get the feel of what you may experience
  3. Parallely we also need to gear up for the ride. Every kind of ride calls in for some special requirements. We have to check the Medi-kits, the bike repair kits etc etc.
  4.  Also the bike needs to be maintained and made fit for the ride


The maximum distance that we had traveled in a day, so far, was around 450 kms., mostly within Maharashtra, or at the most Goa. Usually with the kind of roads we have here, it took us nearly 12 to 16 hours for this distance. Now we had a mammoth distance in front of us..almost 5000 kms. and limited time, just 9 riding days...550 kms each day. As per our plan…day 1 was going to be the most testing day..


We all were thrilled and equally skeptical about the above calculations. But then we also had a strong resolve to do it. ‘Attempt and Achieve’ was what we decided.


All things were in place now. And the day finally dawned…

Friday, November 20, 2015

Goa: The state of Abundant Variety




I was just having a chat with a colleague, who has her roots in Goa, today morning… I was astonished to hear that “Goa” for her is just a place for a vacation! Isn’t it strange? “Let me find a job in Goa” hasn’t this thought struck your mind sometimes? But then she also said something with which I could relate..Her point of view was that never work in a place u like..the things u like about that palce will get routine and u will start hating the place..so true!! And so theres a place on the map of India that I like..GOA.

Of all the places I have been to, till date, Goa is a state with most variety. I guess most will agree with that..but what does this variety mean? Is it variety of beaches? Or food? Or spirits? Most people will also agree to this too. But there is much more to Goa than this. The crowded beach shacks, pubs n discos, cheap alcohol, watersports, beaches and some beautiful sights on the beaches ;) are just a small part of what Goa is.


Apart from the “chill out” beaches of North Goa, with colourful markets, buzzing café’s, relaxing shacks..ultimate food experience..a vibrant nightlife, Goa has a silent southern side. This part of goa does offer you all the services like shacks and beaches etc..but the things are much less noisy here..beaches are not thronged with shacks, neither they are crowded with tourists..they are peaceful too..you can easily spend a few hours sipping your beer on a beach bed without being disturbed by hawkers selling stuff and offering massages n tattoo’s etc



Central Goa mostly has the Local beaches like Miramar and Colva and the huge Mandovi River and the boat ferries and casinos. It also is a home to the most famous of Goa’s churches and cathedrals and temples. Old Goa offers you glimpses of the rich Indo-Portuguese past of Goa.



 




On one side of Goa you can get world cuisine, whereas, as you go towards the eastern side, finding a decent place to have breakfast is difficult..(I was searching for a hotel for almost 15-20 kms and all I could see were small bars). The original goan cuisine in itself is a mélange of Konkani/malvani,  Portuguese and Mughal cuisines. The xacuti, cafreal and vindaloo each leave a mark on ur taste buds. So does the freshly baked “Unde” (brown bread) and Paav-Patal Bhaaji (Yellow Chana gravy with paav). I was once roaming through the Mapusa market and was astounded by the variety of spices available there.


Travelling is fun in Goa. Beautiful roads, ferries and mesmerizing landscapes all make the drives very exciting. Whether you are driving a car or a 2 wheeler, its always fun.

 




If an outsider comes to Goa for the first time, he would say that the native goans will be very open minded and fun loving. But surprisingly they are not. The native goans, though fun loving and warm, are also very conservative.

 



Friday, February 13, 2015

Destination Vijaydurg!!

And I am back...

With a few unfinished posts from the past (i am trying to remember and write now..will take some time)..its been a long time since I have updated all of you about our next adventure..

This time we ride to Vijay Durga, a small but historically important village nestled on the Arabian sea coast.
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Some information about Vijay Durga:
(Courtesy: Wikipedia, Photo's by Wanderer)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vijaydurg_Fort

Vijaydurg (sometimes written as Viziadrug), the oldest fort on the Sindhudurg coast, was constructed during the regime of Raja Bhoja II of the Shilahar dynasty (construction period 1193-1205). The fort was earlier known as "Gheria", as it is situated close to the village of "Girye". Shivaji captured this fort from Adil Shah of Bijapur in 1653 and renamed it as "Vijay Durg" as the then Hindu solar year's name was "Vijay" (Victory).
Earlier, the fort encompassed an area of 5 acres (1 acre = 4840 square yards or 4047 square metres) and was surrounded by sea on all four sides. Over the years the eastern trench was reclaimed and a road constructed thereon. Presently the area of fort is about 17 acres and is surrounded by the Arabian Sea on three sides. Shivaji extended the area of the fort by constructing three walls on the eastern side, each 36 metres high. He also constructed 20 bastions.
According to legend, this is one of only two Maratha forts where Shivaji personally hoisted the saffron flag. The other fort is "Torana".
Vijaydurg Fort was called the "Eastern Gibraltar", as it was virtually impregnable. Its locational advantages include the 40 km long Waghotan/Kharepatan creek. Large vessels cannot enter the shallow water of this creek. Also, Maratha warships could be anchored in this creek and yet remain invisible from the sea. It is a protected monument.
Vijay Durga Fort from Vijaydurga Port (Photo By Wanderer)

Mighty Bastions of the Fort (Photo By Wanderer)
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The route is a long one...as always we will NOT be heading straight to the destination but will take a nice longer and much scenic route.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Monsoon Calling: Ride to Malshej: Part 2


Just a day between us and the road now... On Saturday we will be riding on unknown paths, unknown terrains, whats kept in the store for us, we don't know...tar, gravel, mud, water. forests, open expanses of land, rain..come what may...we will ride...

I remember a few lines of a song from the movie Lakshya...

बरसे चाहे अम्बर आग, लिपटे चाहे पैरों से नाग , पाएगा जो लक्ष्य है तेरा।
लक्ष्य को , हर हाल में पाना है। 

That's it , that's the goal. The ride teaches what is needed, you don't need to fear, you don't need to worry. You just need to believe and get out of your comfort zone, face the challenge..

We start on Saturday, 26th July 6:30 AM..Waiting to hear the thump...


Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Monsoon Calling..The Ride to Malshej: Part 1

2014..an year of changes..political changes..social changes..personal changes..change in views..change in situations..The spirit to change is everywhere..and I guess the Monsoon also thought so.."let's skip the schedule by one month!!!" well...easy ain't it!!! Yeah for him!!! But for us its been a terror!! Dried rivers..dams...water shortage, electricity cuts...yeah everything..moreover...NO OUTINGS..NO RIDES!!! Somethings are the most fun in Monsoon...out of which bike rides is one!!! I guess all will agree here..

Its July now, and finally Monsoon is here to stay..

The buzz was around since June...when is the ride...whats the route..dates..what? where? when??
With one more new Bullet in the group..everyone was super-excited...The ride has to happen!!!

So finally...as the rains silently made their way in the surroundings..we were busy jotting out trails on G-Maps...So many constraints...2 day ride only...not more than 250 kms/day...some new area...OMG..
So a choice of destinations was found out...Amba Ghaat in Kolhapur, Devgad in Ratnagiri, Guhaghar, Panhala...None was clicking...these roads were now all rode upon and most of the unseen places were much more than the expected distance. All plans were discarded. We were in search of some new exciting destination.

And there it occurred...in one of the old mails, we got a route charted out for Malshej, one of the favourite Monsoon destinations for tourists..but the distance was just 120 kms and a complete highway..No problems...lets take a detour..and we had a nice route winding through the sahyadri's..making its way to Malshej via the famous Naaneghat..240 Kms of rough roads!!! Fabulous!!! And on the way back a similar terrain via Khopoli. (You folks can try guessing the route..)
Malshej Ghat
Sahyadri ranges

So the route is finalised...what next...A place to stay?? YES. The most important thing as putting up tents in monsoon is next to impossible in this areas!!! MTDC?? Full. Other small resorts around? Full..any other resort?? 2-3 days passed by...and by the third day, losing all hopes..we were about to change the route, when suddenly one of the resorts called back and offered us space!!! Aah!! Perfect...

So, the destination is now set..things are rollling..all the gears ready..the bullets are roaring...Malshej.We are coming...

All set!!
The mean machines







Lets Ride!!!

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Green wishes!!



At the far distance..
I see the greens..Peaceful sunrays..
Glistening beads of the rain,
The distant sound of the winds murmur,
A lone mountain still guarding the wild..
I want to be there.
I want to run in the open pastures,
Smell the wild flowers, bees humming, hovering above them.
Feel the damp earth...the gushes of the misty air,
Touch the raindrops…drink from the cool brooks,
Feel life….
But here I am..at the far end…
Cement jungles, and smoking cars..
Choked roads, and filthy gutters..
Alive yet dead inside…
Running to go ahead…but heading to the end..
Will it change someday…
Will I get to be there, at the distance??
Someday I will…