Some memories remain while some naturally lost in the misty haze of time. Let me tell you what has been ringing in my ears, time to time, more of when I am on a highway. I tell you not because I want to talk about it, not even because I want you to feel happy or sad about it. But because I find it quite difficult to hold up in my mind. While I do not intend to bother you with my mental stance , may I share with you an account of what I felt ’when I saw what I couldn’t look at’. Ever since I landed up in Pune, I did all I could, to explore the city. So many things were told, so many things were heard about the city. The city with its IT parks , Ashram and uncountable number of B-schools, it is not difficult to attract tech- wizards, foreigners, and ocean of youths. And I landed up in the city just like that, in the flow, with others. I hear some people say life can takes you to different places , even to places you never thought you would be, And I guess it happened to me. Of course, I came to the city with my own choice, and I was very excited to come to this city of Shivaji. Thankfully, Tridiagonal solutions, the company that hired me gave me a wonderful welcome to the city. It was certainly a moment of pride, experiencing for the first time co-operate environment, and the company you work for taking care of you so well. It was about the time when I started to have real fun working in Tridiagonal solutions (TSPL), to my great surprise, the CEO announced a warm up trek to Sinhagad. I did not know if I was the first person to jump in with a reply mail expressing how happily I would like to join the team for trek. Well, having born by the mountain valley, I grew up, walking up to the hills almost everyday. And today somehow, when I am away from home, whenever I go up to a hill, it has become a means to recollect the memories of the countryside where I use to play once. To me, Sinhgad as in, was a wonderful place with its colorful flowers that starts couple of miles before the foothill, the trees, the tracks and most of all the most naturalistic curd you can ever get in this world. The curd there is like, when you eat, you feel like you have been taking something shit all these years. The utter sense of satisfaction and wishful thinking, that what if you get such curd everyday at home, is natural. Wait, did I tell you about a small plateau up at the hill, where few lucky people live and where the curd is made? The place was unbelievably beautiful. For a while I pondered asking question to myself, is it how the nature looks like or are they actually painted clouds that tried to veiled the hills. I never thought there would be a place like this in hills of Pune. For a moment you forget all the worries, stress, chaos this modern life gives you. I will tell anyone living in and around of Pune, that if you haven’t been there then you would neven know what it is like getting closest to nature..
Now I should tell you what I saw on our way to next destination for TSPL. This time we decided to go to Tikona which is about 25 miles from Pune main city. This was on 15th Oct exactly 42 days after the first trek. Now how do I tell what I saw? The trekking part went great, with so many pictures, and awesome, gratifying break fast by the fort at the hill top. Like the last time, this time too I understood the concrete feature at the hill top as something Shivaji or his solders made. I was told they were all his forts, But what moved me most that day, even today, more than the Tikona hill top, was what I saw on the way. The road to Tikona from Chandani Chowk was lovely, like a ribbon on the purple moor. With few vehicles on the road, we started to give our companion a challenge with bike racing. Little later, after having raced for couple of miles, we reach a sharp turn in between two hillocks. Oh! God, I couldn’t believed what I saw. There was a human being crumbled like a paper. Little later I saw another. Oh! What the hell is this, I asked myself. And ’why all those people who are watching are not doing anything’. ’Why do they simply stand and watch those two crumbled bodies’ I asked myself.
After a while a government ambulance came an picked then up. I could not accept what I saw a human body with 206 bones broken and held only by the skin. It was easy to notice, that they have been the worst accident of the week , or may be for the month, between a two wheeler bike and a small vehicle moment before we arrive at the spot. For a moment I thought oh! What a waste. Waste is that the single moment that lasted couple of second separate those people from life and death. I dont think the two people would have survived the accident. Even if they would have survived they would be living a living-death life. Mistakes and accidents happen in life and they teach lessons every time they happen. However, sometimes, it can leave you no option to learn, cause you are no longer there to.. 1
Now I should tell you what I saw on our way to next destination for TSPL. This time we decided to go to Tikona which is about 25 miles from Pune main city. This was on 15th Oct exactly 42 days after the first trek. Now how do I tell what I saw? The trekking part went great, with so many pictures, and awesome, gratifying break fast by the fort at the hill top. Like the last time, this time too I understood the concrete feature at the hill top as something Shivaji or his solders made. I was told they were all his forts, But what moved me most that day, even today, more than the Tikona hill top, was what I saw on the way. The road to Tikona from Chandani Chowk was lovely, like a ribbon on the purple moor. With few vehicles on the road, we started to give our companion a challenge with bike racing. Little later, after having raced for couple of miles, we reach a sharp turn in between two hillocks. Oh! God, I couldn’t believed what I saw. There was a human being crumbled like a paper. Little later I saw another. Oh! What the hell is this, I asked myself. And ’why all those people who are watching are not doing anything’. ’Why do they simply stand and watch those two crumbled bodies’ I asked myself.
After a while a government ambulance came an picked then up. I could not accept what I saw a human body with 206 bones broken and held only by the skin. It was easy to notice, that they have been the worst accident of the week , or may be for the month, between a two wheeler bike and a small vehicle moment before we arrive at the spot. For a moment I thought oh! What a waste. Waste is that the single moment that lasted couple of second separate those people from life and death. I dont think the two people would have survived the accident. Even if they would have survived they would be living a living-death life. Mistakes and accidents happen in life and they teach lessons every time they happen. However, sometimes, it can leave you no option to learn, cause you are no longer there to.. 1
