While going through my old stuff, I happened to find some
pictures of a trip which I had been meaning to write about for a while but
didn’t come around to it anytime. Murphy states “Anything that can go wrong,
will”. This was a trip where several Murphys were working overtime and I was
mainly at the receiving end.
It was in the summer of 2006 (or around that time
–plus/minus a year or two) that me, Ash and Mike decided to head to the hill
station of Matheran for the weekend to escape the heat in the city. It was late
evening that we reached Neral station and we started our trek to Matheran
without sparing a moment so we could get a place to stay. Adventurous that we
were, we had not pre-booked our stay and the convenient apps to book a stay
didn’t exist during that time. The trek to Matheran was pretty uneventful and
though we reached the Matheran gates around 11pm when everything around was
pitch dark and all places closed, we found some locals who directed us to
someone who had rooms to let. The room that the person offered was small but it
served our purpose since it was enough for the three of us to get through the
night; not to mention the slim chance we had of finding another place. This was
a non-AC room but the weather was so pleasant that we threw open the windows
and the gentle breeze was enough to keep the room cool. Since we had to rise up
early the following day to go exploring, we decided to hit the sack early too.
We patted the mattress, got the Old Monk Rum out along with the finger food and
fixed our drinks… before we could call it a day. And when we did, we left our
windows open to welcome the first of the disasters waiting to strike. The owner
of the pad had not warned us about the monkeys that attack a room with windows
open. I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of monkeys screeching. There were about 7 to 8 monkeys on
the table next to the window where we had left our unfinished food. I looked around to see Ash was snoring on his
side of the bed and Mike who had decided to continue drinking for some more
time was slumped in a sitting position with his glass of drink still in his
hands resting on the bed while leaving the lights in the room on. My immediate
reaction was to shoo away the monkeys; however instead of scooting, they got
annoyed and took an attacking stance, to which I backed off. I slowly moved
towards Ashwin and shook him, slightly at first and then a little more
violently. He opened his eyes, looked at me as if to ask ‘Why the heck have you
not gone to sleep yet?’ I whispered to him “Don’t panic, but take a look at the
table yonder. He shifted his gaze and he freaked out only to realize what I did
earlier that the monkeys get annoyed with any action directed at them. Of all
the breathing creatures in the room, only Mike was at peace with himself
oblivious to the action scene brewing about. He was also closest to the door
and Ash nudged him so he could wake up, open the door and we could bolt out but
any effort to rouse Mike paid no dividends. Finally Ash slowly crawled across
the room and opened the door. The moment the door was open, all the monkeys
dashed out of the window with whatever food packs that they were holding. I
jumped at the window to close it, but in jumped one huge mo’fo, grabbed the
only pack of chips that was left behind and bolted. We kept the windows shut
for the rest of the night, only glad to escape without any monkey attack.
Mike was the first one to be up and in good spirits (pun
intended). He got us up and didn’t seem interested at all in the narrative of
the night before incidents. Once we had
freshened up, we headed to one of the sight-seeing points that offer a
wonderful view of the expanse from the hill station. Little did I realize that
I was welcoming another disaster-in-making when we hired horses for going trotting
about. We selected our horses; the owner of the horses told us the names and
asked us to speak to the horses for some time to get accustomed to them. My
horse was Raja and I spoke to it about the weather, its well-being and what-not
for a considerable time. We mounted our respective horses but were soon wanting
for some more adventure and we requested the owner if we could get the horse to
gallop. After much cajoling, the owner relented, on one condition (Thank
Heavens) that he would guide the horses on a gallop while we enjoy the ride. He
briefed us that we should not be seated and should be literally on the stirrups
with knees bent slightly while the horse gallops. We said “cool”.
Mike displayed exceptional talent as he completed his ride and I was all kicked about my ride. I spoke a few gentle words to Raja again and I was ready for my ride. The first 10 to 15 seconds were phenomenal and my adrenaline was all pumped up while Mike, Ash and other passer-bys cheered AND THEN, Raja skidded slightly on some gravel on a bend. He regained his composure in a moment, but I got a little thrown off balance and the reins slipped off my hands. With nothing to hold, I grabbed Raja and hugged him around his neck while he continued his gallop. Before I realized, my legs were out of the stirrups and I tightened my grip around Raja holding on to dear life. It was only seconds but it felt like a lifetime when the owner brought the horse under control and to come to a standstill. I was shivering as I dismounted, when Ash comes up to me guffawing, pointing out to me that my legs were flapping about furiously when they were out of the stirrups and gave the impression that the horse had sprouted wings to transform into a Pegasus gearing up for a flight. I looked at him and if my eyelids weren’t shivering too, he would’ve recognized the intensity of the glare, but it evaded him and Mike joined him in in laughter too. I thanked God silently. We decided we had enough excitement/sight-seeing for the day and we headed to a restaurant for food and Old Monk Rum to set the evening up before we leave homewards.
Mike displayed exceptional talent as he completed his ride and I was all kicked about my ride. I spoke a few gentle words to Raja again and I was ready for my ride. The first 10 to 15 seconds were phenomenal and my adrenaline was all pumped up while Mike, Ash and other passer-bys cheered AND THEN, Raja skidded slightly on some gravel on a bend. He regained his composure in a moment, but I got a little thrown off balance and the reins slipped off my hands. With nothing to hold, I grabbed Raja and hugged him around his neck while he continued his gallop. Before I realized, my legs were out of the stirrups and I tightened my grip around Raja holding on to dear life. It was only seconds but it felt like a lifetime when the owner brought the horse under control and to come to a standstill. I was shivering as I dismounted, when Ash comes up to me guffawing, pointing out to me that my legs were flapping about furiously when they were out of the stirrups and gave the impression that the horse had sprouted wings to transform into a Pegasus gearing up for a flight. I looked at him and if my eyelids weren’t shivering too, he would’ve recognized the intensity of the glare, but it evaded him and Mike joined him in in laughter too. I thanked God silently. We decided we had enough excitement/sight-seeing for the day and we headed to a restaurant for food and Old Monk Rum to set the evening up before we leave homewards.
By the time, we checked out it was 6 and the sun was almost
down. We decided to trek it down to the Neral railway station as well, since we
had plenty time on our hands to catch the last train to the city. We prepared
our ‘Tribal Mixes’ for the way back. Now, ‘Tribal Mix’ is a term we use among
our circle and it refers to Old Monk mixed in the Coke pet bottle. Darkness set
in rapidly and we were enjoying our ‘Tribal Mix’ and conversation on our trek
down. We even stopped to enjoy a waterfall and by the time we were back in dry
clothes, we were pretty buzzed. Somewhere along the way on a dark patch, Mike
claimed that he saw a ghost-like apparition and that he sensed it following us.
I told him that it was all rot and very soon we were arguing whether he was
bullshitting or not while Ash remained neutral. Mike challenged me to walk
behind away from them if I rubbished his ghost instinct. I said okay, simply
turned and started walking in the direction that we had come from. Now, Mike
was holding the only flashlight that we had and just to prove myself I
continued walking even beyond a bend in the road. I stopped when I realized
that it was way too dark and sat down by the side of the road chasing my Tribal
Mix till these guys came to fetch me. In ten minutes, when they still weren’t
around, I decided to walk back to them. In zero visibility, I didn’t realize
when I had reached the far side of the bend and suddenly the gravel beneath my
feet gave way, my Tribal Mix shot out of my hand while I slid on the slope from
the edge of the road and I grabbed the first thing that my hands could grab and
it turned out to be some root of a plant or a shrub (I do not remember which) and
my fall was halted. I could sense that I had hurt my ankle in the fall. I
didn’t venture to climb up because I could not see a thing. I shouted “Help!,
Ash, Mike” and when no response came back, I decided to wait it out. I was
filled with disgust that I had also lost my Tribal Mix that could’ve eased the
anxiety while I stayed put. After about 15 minutes, I saw a flicker of the flashlight
in a distance and then Mike and Ash calling out to me. I responded till they
found me sprawled over the edge. They leaned and pulled me up. I had hurt my
ankles real bad and limped across all the way to Neral station with support
from my friends and sips from their Tribal Mix. We missed the last train and
had to wait at the railway station for the first train next morning.
When we got back to the city, a visit to the doctor
confirmed a hairline fracture. I was and am still grateful that nothing really bad
happened during the trip, when things could’ve taken a turn for the worse on
many an occasion. Ultimately, the trip felt like a pilgrimage where I had
atoned for my sins with some penance albeit in the form of some bruises and a
broken leg. And despite many a fight/argument during that trip, the bond of
friendship between me, Mike and Ash was strengthened and we remain thickest of
friends till date.