from the notepad
Hot chocolatte without sugar for the sore throat, at noon,in this hot summer!
Without sugar, doesn’t mean I’m a diabetic. It merely hints that both me and my accomplice forgot about the sugar sachets.
Concern , now comes in litlle bottles of hand sanitizers.Use before you wash-your hands off!
A tweet worth thinking about,”90 people get Swine flu and everybody is wearing face masks. Millions of people get HIV/AIDS but noone wears a condom?”
Was in a meeting today.No , not an appraisal one. It was the smallest one and the most exciting one, yet. It was about the trek that I and a few others others would be on, this Saturday.
Instructions: “There are 13 hills between point A and B…moonlight trek..carry flashlights,lots of water….the chances of getting lost will be high…”
And, there will be only one amongst us, who would be familiar with this route. Though, a trek of moderate(more on the easier side) difficulty, “the chances of getting lost” has gotten me going. Hope, it proves more satisfying than the brochure.
The search for a good flashlight continues. I do not want to go for one, that conks out when you go a little hard on the touchy buttons.But other alternatives are expensive.So, lets see.
11th April ( Up the Irons)
A sleek Nippo LED torch completed my backpack for the “moderate” trek weekend.
So this is how things went:
Slipped into deep sleep after a scrumptiuos dinner at an anonymous dhaba, that only bus drivers would know about. Opened eyes to a busy Pune the next morning and flagged down a bus going to Infy Pune Phase-I.Thanks to Ashwing, for this.It’s kinda difficult, when you are around someone, who says things loudly and to noone in particular.Things like “Let’s not act like tourists “. But it’s okay, if he is good at flagging down buses.Fresh and charged up with a heavy breakfast , we give Pune Phase-II a visit. Next on the cards was, the Flight 666 -Aiyern Maiden documentary.
Flight 666 was Ironmaiden’s attempt at doing something, that no other band has done before.A world tour of 45 days, which began at Mumbai and concluded at Canada. Bruce Dickinson, lead singer, pilots a Boeing 757 modified to hold equipment and a crew of over 100-odd folks hell bent on drinking and “giving the kids a good show” and singing “you are shit and you know that you are”. If the metal music doesn’t appeal to you, Nikko McBrian’s commentary and the rampaging football-crowd in Rio, will get you jumping out of your seats when they end with “Hallowed be they name”(even if there are alone with 9 other people in the entire theatre)!
So after a small break en-route to Katraj, which involved lip-smacking Davelis and then an autoride through a tunnel, we start ambling in groups towards the small hill ahead. The small hill turned out to be an ant hill, in a garden of boulders.On the top of the first hill, I thought I would never be able to complete the entire trek.But after a few minutes of rest, your body feels energized and the view of the lit up city, in the cold mountain air urges you to go on. Every peak was a visual delight. You could feast your eyes on the city of lights or lie on the bag
and fall asleep watching the stars.Only to be woken up, a few minutes later which felt like hours.
At peak 11, we watch a steady stream of what seems like flash-lights go .Steady? that means an even ground,right?. Could that, then be a road. This breathes life into the lost five(including me). I wanted to be lost, but not without water to enjoy being lost!
Finally, at about 6am, with the help of a few other trekkers, we blend in with the metalled road.A jeep from there, takes us to Singhad Fort, and most delicious poha and chai, ever. No, it was not that our hunger made it taste better.We were not hungry, just thirsty all the while.Imagine walking 5miles with 2 bottles of water,even the thought of it runs my throat dry. We count ourselves lucky for the poha, not many were early enough.A flurry of steps to the Singhad Fort for the nimbu paani and a photo session at the top.And we were on our way back to the city.
It’s always best to go down on your bum, down a 70 degree steep fall, than to walk.
It’s also fun sliding down the hill on ur shoes, though they may look old and tattered, before you ask, “when?”
Maiden kept us going,when we exhausted the water droplets, on the bottle necks!