Zameen Asmaan Ek Kardunga

"Zameen Asmaan Ek Kardunga..." thats surely one of the most cliche statement in bollywood. Having it as a title was more relevant towards its literal meaning as i experienced it in real.

Not that i recently conquered a huge aggregation of tasks to achieve something, to quote such a statement... but it means more like The earth and the sky were one as i stand at a height of 3000ft.
Last sunday, yet another trek... a more enduring one.. to The Duke's nose, was a real visual treat.

The trek kicks off with ever tempting waterfalls of the Sayadharis. A quick wash in the cold stream, some bruises on the knee (act or over enthusiasm, climbing the slippery rocks of the falls) and most imp... a few clicks and poses.
Once you thirst is quenched, you move upwards, the sloppy path ascending into the lush green forest.
Higher you go, tougher it gets, and to add more.... poorer it gets on the sight.
On the last leg, you are treated with the open sky Oh... take a look down.....you find sky there too...!!!

All of a sudden you find yourself encapsulated in this bleached capsule. So white and so void... it at once reminded me of the movie matrix (part 1 - where neo, first time is taken inside the matrix... the null, infinite, white room.... not sure if you could call that a room)... i was awestruck

The clouds blind you from all the 4 directions into such a extend that you cant see the narrow path ahead, beyond a couple of meters.

Thats wat i call ...."Zameen Asmaan Ek karna"... you just dont have to do anything for it. ;-)

A thin film of mist is left all over your skin, as you walk though those clouds, makes a clear impression of how plants might be enjoying the dew every morning..... man i envied them so much.
No sooner than this enticing nature settles into me, the winds grew stronger scattering apart the clouds. The depth of the valley unveiled, and our jaws touching ground.
The green from the lands shimmered as the clouds gave away exposing a spectacular collation of the white-clouds, green-fields and the graphite-rock face of the duke's nose, surely thats some where close to heaven.


After coding hundreds of lines the whole week, hundreds of steps into the wild on a sunday makes a real worth of living life. I dont want to get into the physical benefits of treks but all that matters is a 'change' Partying on a friday night motivates you even more for a sunday like this,
as you've already filled the quota of being wasted.
Time to pump some endurance.

One must surely take all the benefits of the monsoon nature... same way we do to save taxes from stupid schemes.
Getting wet has a whole new dimension.... explore it..!!!

Waterfall Rappelling.... a life time experience

I think the “monsoon me” in me has taken up to its fullest....trekking, hiking, riding every weekend to some of the most picturesque locations in the Sahyadris.
Its has been ever refreshing and thrilling to be amongst those daunting mountains with clouds engulfing them as if to cast a spell of invisibility,
the waterfalls being swayed away before touching ground into a fine mist of smokey mist, seems as if the water itself wants don’t wanna come down,
the winds so pure and clean that it makes you breath higher (feels the same way like you come out from moccha after spending hours inside ;-)

I regrettably lost touch from much of this beautiful nature during my engineering, but here i am.... all back in form, every sunday packing my bags. The experience is had the last sunday was really a breath taking one.
Waterfall Rappelling........WTF thats the first reacting i had..!!!
How can one geting himself in a position right below a 6 story high, one step waterfall, tied up all alone in the air, facing the waters rushing onto you... The pressure was so much that you just couldn’t think of having the guts to look up. standing under a waterfall (which most of us havve done) is far different than decending down with the water itself.

The chilling spine that it gave the first time we saw the falls, was unforgettable... the winds getting stronger, my turn getting closer... oh man... i was going cold. Getting geared up was another huge task. Trekking equipments can sometimes be really complicated. The harness, clamps, ropes, karabiners and most imp.. the helmet.

To write about what i was going through as the waters stoned me to obstruct their path... would be far away from the real experience (partly bcoz of my writting skills ;-p ).
The rattling sound of the waters some how produced an intense hollowness. I forgot everything, who i am, what i do, where...why....everything...!!! all i was concern was not the fear of falling, but to enjoy the openness of the nature around me.
Never can one forget such an experience....!!!