When everybody was planning to go to IIM-A Chaos,some naive souls were chalking out plans to go to some place where they could find peace...stillness...bliss.Then suddenly Ritesh dost came up with the idea of going to Matheran and we jumped at the prospect of having fun of our kind in the holidays.Just needed to pack our small bags (lo!Prabha dsnt even care to bring tht...poor Ritesh carrying all her stuff,including 2 pair of shoes)and chk out the world outside SIMSR.
Matheran we discovered : Matheran is a picturesque hill-station 80-km east of Mumbai. Hugh Pointz Mallet, the collector of Thane, discovered this hill station in May 1950. This hill station is a haven for visitors escaping Mumbai's humidity.Situated at an attitude of 2,500 feet and with sylvan green surroundings, the beckoning silence of the woods and the serene surroundings of this hill station are quite inviting The silence of the woods is broken only by the pranks of the mischievous monkey's who are found in abundance and they try to attract the attention of the visitor's for small tit-bits to fill their bellies, sometimes to the point of greediness.And in Prabha they found a true friend and mentor,while me with Ritesh,Prabha and Priyanka were playing our part as tormentors.
The most enjoyable leg of the jorney was when we were on our way back from Sunset Point.Sun had already retired to its abode behind imposing hill fronts and we were on our way back from our second point of the day.It was very dark thr and we lost our way as was expected.But we all were having so much of fun,singing and making loud noises that the thought didnt occur to us.When it occured ,a chill went down our spine.We could make it out that we were on wrong path but not sure of which path to take.Thnx to the local couple we met at that instant,we came out of the woods,safe and still in the best of our spirits.
Taking every aspect of the trip into account,it was one experience which I would never ever forget in my lifetime.As Ritesh put it very rightly,We indeed have brought some extra baggage with us;a bundle of sweet memories which would stay for long;for ever, as if having fragrance of friendship and zeal in its doth.
I on the other hand can just think of aeon old couplet of Ghalib;
Sair kar duniya ki gaafil,
Zindgaani phir kahan.
Zindgaani gar rahi to;
Nauzawaani phir kahaan.
Matheran we discovered : Matheran is a picturesque hill-station 80-km east of Mumbai. Hugh Pointz Mallet, the collector of Thane, discovered this hill station in May 1950. This hill station is a haven for visitors escaping Mumbai's humidity.Situated at an attitude of 2,500 feet and with sylvan green surroundings, the beckoning silence of the woods and the serene surroundings of this hill station are quite inviting The silence of the woods is broken only by the pranks of the mischievous monkey's who are found in abundance and they try to attract the attention of the visitor's for small tit-bits to fill their bellies, sometimes to the point of greediness.And in Prabha they found a true friend and mentor,while me with Ritesh,Prabha and Priyanka were playing our part as tormentors.
The most enjoyable leg of the jorney was when we were on our way back from Sunset Point.Sun had already retired to its abode behind imposing hill fronts and we were on our way back from our second point of the day.It was very dark thr and we lost our way as was expected.But we all were having so much of fun,singing and making loud noises that the thought didnt occur to us.When it occured ,a chill went down our spine.We could make it out that we were on wrong path but not sure of which path to take.Thnx to the local couple we met at that instant,we came out of the woods,safe and still in the best of our spirits.
Taking every aspect of the trip into account,it was one experience which I would never ever forget in my lifetime.As Ritesh put it very rightly,We indeed have brought some extra baggage with us;a bundle of sweet memories which would stay for long;for ever, as if having fragrance of friendship and zeal in its doth.
I on the other hand can just think of aeon old couplet of Ghalib;
Sair kar duniya ki gaafil,
Zindgaani phir kahan.
Zindgaani gar rahi to;
Nauzawaani phir kahaan.