Dil Chahata Hai….

The Calangute

Ever since we watched the movie, Dil Chahata Hai in 2001, we had been yearning to clinch a ‘Dil Chahata Hai Moment’ journey right there in Goa and around, with college time friends. In the movie three protagonists played by Aamir, Akshay and Saif go on a road trip to Goa from Mumbai and learn various lessons of their lives including some hard lessons including one literally by Saif after his hunt for ‘beauty’ lands him on an hard truck journey back to Mumbai.

Tomar

Tomar

The plan to see ‘Mumbai to Goa’ famed road through Sahyadris and Konkan had been brewing for long, but professional commitments and personal issues had not given us enough liberty to plan together and that too, solo. Any travel plan made by a married man going solo is judged with suspicion and amusement. And, if you have kids aged 10 or above, they too would not fail to remind you that it’s unethical if not anti-social to leave those innocent souls behind while you aim to go for a furlough in a far off land and that too as naughty as Goa.

Dabbu

Dabbu

Facing and in fact confronting all these dilemmas, innuendos and questions, we a group of four(Raja, Dabbu, Tomar and Myself) decided to steal few moments of ecstasy and camaraderie with each other over next 4 days in Maharashtra and Goa. This trip was being done in month of July, the month of Monsoon and lush green hills in Sahyadri hills. The mid of Monsoon in this area leads to greening of every single blade of grass and every single millimeter of area of otherwise rugged zone. I had been to Goa earlier and so were my friends too, but none was with friends alone. My earlier three trips were with family and kids. The feeling of being alone with friends leads to birth of a sparkle in your eyes and the possibilities of naughtiness just overwhelm you. You start planning all otherwise impossible things and the talks of the friends get loaded with smileys and winks. We were really happy to start with, even if the ‘youngest’ in the group was forty years old!

Raja

Raja

The fun of journey started right from Lucknow, as while boarding, Dabbu scampered ahead to take the window seat. He perhaps at age of 44 yearned to have a bird’s eye view of his own city. It’s always a  fun to watch your city from a height. The desire to see your own house and your own city, from the plane piercing the monsoon clouds, is a great moment really. You eyes look far and wide and before you could identify your own house, the plane flies well above the visibility heights. The process however is so sweet that you want to do it whenever you get a chance.

Jitendra

Jitendra

The flight to Bombay, sorry Mumbai, is of two hour only and before we could prolong our post breakfast naps, we were asked to fasten up our seat belts. We landed safely and were picked up by the vehicle sent for us by a relative. I was feeling a bit hungry but to reach our first destination near Lonavala, but had to sacrifice lunch. Two of us made even a bigger sacrifice, their otherwise at-regular-interval- smoke-puffs.

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Travelling through fast track Mumbai-Pune Expressway was a particular enchanting experience in the Monsoons as the hills on both sides as well as the fields near and far, were so lush green that you feel like having green eyes only. The small streams of water sprouting from many unlikely corners of smallish hills were giving the perfect picture-postcard look to the Sahyadri hills. Mother nature was really at its best. All of us were really pleased to start off our journey on such a high green note. I could not resist myself from taking few shots on the way.

The Green Galore

The Green Galore

To Be Continued……

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