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LONAVALA:
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| Junta |
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| choon n damle |
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| me and anish |
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| rushabh's expression |
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| God Bless u kanchu! |
cast:
Yas (Yash )
Gaam (Anish )
Choon (Kunal )
Damle (Damle)
Shab /Oongh (Rushabh )
Kanchu (Kanchana)
Saeee (Sai )
Santosh(driver)
some day during 3rd year 1st sem:
It all started with the brilliant idea of Yash and everyone just agreed with him to wake up at 6 in the morning (slight resistance by anish ).and surprisingly everyone got up by 6 and were ready to leave for dadar. There was no plan as such on how to start the journey. At dadar , we hired a tavera and woke up santosh- the driver.
But can everything work so smoothly ever??? We decided to have breakfast in the meantime santosh would get up and fulfil his physiological urges. Super-enthu Damle ordered 4 everyone and poor choon was denied his onion uttapam. We finished soon and finicky kanchana started giving vent to her whims saying that she has a bad stomach-“mujhe chai nai peeni mujhe sprite chahiye......”
Back at Shah Travels. Santosh left for filling diesel and may be he was actually digging and drilling out diesel bcoz he took almost a year to return. finally he arrived and damle had a blast on him.barring the usual scramble for better seats , the start of the journey was pretty ordinary. Super-enthu Damle’s spirit was getting dampened sitting in the middle seat with the couple ‘Kanchoonal’.
Our dj for the day: GAAM kept manoeuvring the fm channels. Also he had brought with him a unique fragrance- Gaam’s Chameli Ka tel. Its special super-sticky and gooey formula keeps your hair painfully stuck to your scalp so that even if you pass through a tornado they wont move a single mm.
Giving in to kanchu’s insistence we stopped at Food Plaza where we relived ourselves. Santosh went to dig to another hole and gaam who had a sudden wave of fuel –saving enthusiasm, turned off the engine. But then we came to know that the car we hired had another facility. Once stopped , you need to flex your muscles to get the car started.
Next stop- Bhushi Dam. It was pouring down very heavily with chilling winds at 100 mph which almost defied Gaam’s chameli ka tel’s sticky claims. Shab had second thoughts about stepping out of the car and it took a while for the others to realize that he was still inside trying to fight his will. The way to bhushi dam was completely flooded. It was like walking on Jupiter with your feet tied to rocks and we made it look as if we were swimming thru amazon holding hands , pulling each other. After 20 mins and burning five thousand calories we finally made it to the dam.
Man...and was it a sight there !!! Looking monstrous & ready 2 gulp us all, it took away all the courage we had at first sight. All of us stood still watching "crazy people" who didn't know "they could die" frolicking in the waters. But minute by minute the same crazy people were being envied by us for they looked so HAPPY !!! Yassss of course was the first to shed inhibitions closely followed by Damle n Gaam...& no guesses for who wuz the last :) choooon "i dont want to die". Painstakingly one at a time we braved the raging waters, Sai n Kanchu being hauled at every step by yasss n choon respectively. Shab ofcourse managed with an umbrella in one hand...how he did remains a mystery to this day...perhaps the unchanging expression of utmost disgust on his face was helpful in his feat !! Anyway, grabbing some vada-pav n chaai on the climb we were finally at the very top of Bhushi Dam on par with the swelling reservoir behind.
More to enjoy dry ground for a while than anything else we decided to continue into the hills overlooking the dam. It was too misty to even see a few feet around us & we felt we were quite alone in the middle of nowhere...then suddenly with a gust of wind, the clouds r gone & hey !! couples, sardars, drunks, huts, waterfalls, some more couples...everything appeared out of the blue. It was breathtaking (the waterfalls n valleys in case you were wondering). Damle n Sai were running hither thither in excitement while Kanchoonal tried the filmy slow run.
Since I am completing this blog after almost two years, all I remember from the remaining trip is that we went for lunch where we were amazed by kanchu’s monster-appetite (she almost gave choon a run for his money!), we took some pics along the expressway and were back home.
Undoubtedly, this was one of the best trips I ever had!
“heyyy juntaxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.........
SHOW ME THE CRAP, FILL IN THE GAP
contribute generously to this noble cause to make the event even more memorable
yours painfully,
Yash”
this was the original sign-off and I’m gonna keep it. spcl thnx to rushabh, kanchu, gaam for helping me write the blog (i dnt remembr if othrs helped :-/)
Yas (Yash )
Gaam (Anish )
Choon (Kunal )
Damle (Damle)
Shab /Oongh (Rushabh )
Kanchu (Kanchana)
Saeee (Sai )
Santosh(driver)
some day during 3rd year 1st sem:
It all started with the brilliant idea of Yash and everyone just agreed with him to wake up at 6 in the morning (slight resistance by anish ).and surprisingly everyone got up by 6 and were ready to leave for dadar. There was no plan as such on how to start the journey. At dadar , we hired a tavera and woke up santosh- the driver.
But can everything work so smoothly ever??? We decided to have breakfast in the meantime santosh would get up and fulfil his physiological urges. Super-enthu Damle ordered 4 everyone and poor choon was denied his onion uttapam. We finished soon and finicky kanchana started giving vent to her whims saying that she has a bad stomach-“mujhe chai nai peeni mujhe sprite chahiye......”
Back at Shah Travels. Santosh left for filling diesel and may be he was actually digging and drilling out diesel bcoz he took almost a year to return. finally he arrived and damle had a blast on him.barring the usual scramble for better seats , the start of the journey was pretty ordinary. Super-enthu Damle’s spirit was getting dampened sitting in the middle seat with the couple ‘Kanchoonal’.
Our dj for the day: GAAM kept manoeuvring the fm channels. Also he had brought with him a unique fragrance- Gaam’s Chameli Ka tel. Its special super-sticky and gooey formula keeps your hair painfully stuck to your scalp so that even if you pass through a tornado they wont move a single mm.
Giving in to kanchu’s insistence we stopped at Food Plaza where we relived ourselves. Santosh went to dig to another hole and gaam who had a sudden wave of fuel –saving enthusiasm, turned off the engine. But then we came to know that the car we hired had another facility. Once stopped , you need to flex your muscles to get the car started.
Next stop- Bhushi Dam. It was pouring down very heavily with chilling winds at 100 mph which almost defied Gaam’s chameli ka tel’s sticky claims. Shab had second thoughts about stepping out of the car and it took a while for the others to realize that he was still inside trying to fight his will. The way to bhushi dam was completely flooded. It was like walking on Jupiter with your feet tied to rocks and we made it look as if we were swimming thru amazon holding hands , pulling each other. After 20 mins and burning five thousand calories we finally made it to the dam.
Man...and was it a sight there !!! Looking monstrous & ready 2 gulp us all, it took away all the courage we had at first sight. All of us stood still watching "crazy people" who didn't know "they could die" frolicking in the waters. But minute by minute the same crazy people were being envied by us for they looked so HAPPY !!! Yassss of course was the first to shed inhibitions closely followed by Damle n Gaam...& no guesses for who wuz the last :) choooon "i dont want to die". Painstakingly one at a time we braved the raging waters, Sai n Kanchu being hauled at every step by yasss n choon respectively. Shab ofcourse managed with an umbrella in one hand...how he did remains a mystery to this day...perhaps the unchanging expression of utmost disgust on his face was helpful in his feat !! Anyway, grabbing some vada-pav n chaai on the climb we were finally at the very top of Bhushi Dam on par with the swelling reservoir behind.
More to enjoy dry ground for a while than anything else we decided to continue into the hills overlooking the dam. It was too misty to even see a few feet around us & we felt we were quite alone in the middle of nowhere...then suddenly with a gust of wind, the clouds r gone & hey !! couples, sardars, drunks, huts, waterfalls, some more couples...everything appeared out of the blue. It was breathtaking (the waterfalls n valleys in case you were wondering). Damle n Sai were running hither thither in excitement while Kanchoonal tried the filmy slow run.
Since I am completing this blog after almost two years, all I remember from the remaining trip is that we went for lunch where we were amazed by kanchu’s monster-appetite (she almost gave choon a run for his money!), we took some pics along the expressway and were back home.
Undoubtedly, this was one of the best trips I ever had!
“heyyy juntaxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.........
SHOW ME THE CRAP, FILL IN THE GAP
contribute generously to this noble cause to make the event even more memorable
yours painfully,
Yash”
this was the original sign-off and I’m gonna keep it. spcl thnx to rushabh, kanchu, gaam for helping me write the blog (i dnt remembr if othrs helped :-/)
