Oct 25, 2005

More gallivanting...

The trip to Makalidurga* seems unassuming and expectations are low largely because the approach route for the same being a little hard on the bums, not to mention the bus being cramped. To top it all, we reached later than the scheduled time since most of the boys wanted to pick up nice girls waiting for public transport instead of the scheduled stops (actually some miscalculations). After mild persuasion and much ogling we picked up the right people and reached around noon.

The trek was a simple one with a rocky trail, the fun part of it really was the rappelling. The sheer vertical drop leaves a bit of a queer sensation for a first timer. It's the moment when you entrust a rope with your life, that you begin to enjoy the descent and the natural exuberance that hanging mid-air atop a hill lends.

The terrain, is beautiful, one tends to stop and smell the proverbial flowers and inhale the clean air. After a considerable ascent you can see as far the horizon devoid of high rises and smog, vast stretches of green as far as the eye can see. At your feet, lies a valley dotted with quaint settlements and a lake flowing out into a rivulet.

It is refreshing to be with colleagues, otherwise dealing in situations simulated in a largely solemn work environment. It is joyous to partake in anecdotes seldom uttered before, a variety of confessions and more importantly abandoning of inhibitions. So off we went, urging each other to hurry up to trek further up the hill on to what looked like ruins of a partly built fort.

The descent was fast and soon we found ourselves by the lake, some engaged in building a raft and some rowing away on the already present one. The raft made in less than half an hour, sustained several trips, albeit being below the surface everytime we were on it. It's peaceful, to watch dusk falling, to look upon a train pass by against the hill with its windows aglow, to hear the water gently lapping by the raft, to listen to old adventures in the middle of the lake. A campfire is lit, soulful renditions are belted out and slowly becomes upbeat, the tempo rises and then we proceed to leave closing the day to an end. The bus moves out gradually while the flames continue dancing in the wind and the embers throwing out sparks into the cold night...

*60kms from Bangalore

1 comments:

lavenderfresh said...

Hey aditi...
really nice blog.am got fan of ur imaginations n writing skills...

this blog bug has bitten me also recently ,will share after giving it a presentable look :-)

Shweta