Riding Along Sahyadri’s : Malshej – Shivneri – Ghodegaon (Pre-ride Log)

Posted: August 18, 2010 in India, Short Tours, Touring, West India
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Title: Riding Along Sahyadri’s
Location: Shivneri, Maharashtra
Route: Mumbai – Malshej – Shineri
Date: 01 Dec, 2008

On a terror struck weekend in mumbai. 3 bikers and 2 bikes from mumbai decided to visit the birth place for shivaji and ride in the along the calm and peaceful Sahyadri mountains in mahrashtra.

I started to write the triplog. Was thinking a lot of how to start it. Then how can you have a triplog without the reason you planned the ride. I could not resist my self from going through the incidents that took place before this trip.

Here is something that my heart has typed involuntarily.

The two beauties

The two beauties

Were scared to go more inside

Were scared to go more inside

A Wednesday :
The was dull. Heading to office seemed I wondered, how boring it is to work form 9.00 – 7.00. Do the same thing day in an out. Get up early in the morning, not actually early but a bit late always. Then clean the mess, flush out all the bugs frm ur body. Get dressed like a joker with a tie in haste. Run run & run for the 9.07 Dadar local and while ur runnin for the train think of contingency plans in case u miss the train. How boring and dull this schedule is I felt. Even is such a planned day where nothing seems to ever change for 5 days for the week, uncertainty always prevails. One never knws whtz next. Who knws whether you are you are goin to return home today nite for dinner or the Almighty has something else in store for you. May be good or bad, but always as one goes away from his safehouse we call home each passing min during this period bring more and more uncertainty in ones life which is nullified when he comes back home in the evening.

So in this uncertain world with many more variables than Einstein and Newton had thought, I started my journey towards office in South Mumbai. The same usual work at office. Nothin special to cheer about or even thing of. So as the day started it comes to an end as the sun starts setting in the sea. Lovely scene along the worli sea face near my office. As the sun sets the level of uncertainty in your life starts to reduce. As one packs bags and heads towards a stable platform and a fortress of love & harmony the role of luck starts diminishing.

I reached home around 10.30. One of my friend was at my place to take some stuff. Had a bath, a cup of tea. In the background I hear my mom spekin to someone on the phone and saying “Yaa everyone’s fine. Anup & Sourabh both have reached home.” For a sec I thought might be usual chat with my grandpa. My bro come to the room & says there are terrorist firing from AK47 at public in VT station and a bomb has exploded somewhere. I told him to shut up and close the rooms door and get out as I was on the phone. Look at how used to I have become to such terrorist attacks, it now feels like India wining a match. Nothing special, nothing to care, itz nothing so important tht would force me to snap a long distance call get out of my bed and tune in to 24*7 crap news channel. Is it to be taken so lightly?

I lost a person I knew in these terrorist attacks on the trident, I jst came to knw it yesterday. Two of my friends had had jst signed off from duty @ Taj Palace. One works as a supervisor on the 6th floor. I didn’t realize tht how a person jst like me motivated by conspirers and a gun in had can change so many peoples life. On Thursday wen I went to Taj with my friend to find his girlfriend who was missing since the past night, I first time heard an AK47. The sound is horrific and nothing tht I want want hear ever in my life again.

This incident has changed many peoples life. The only ppl to blame for this is each one of us. The only reason 150 ppl lost their lifes was because of carelessness at various levels.

I hope that we stand up once again united and take the responsibility of securing India.

Shivneri & Malshej

Shivneri & Malshej

Winter Rains

Winter Rains

The Ghost Rider

The Ghost Rider

The Night :
Mumbai under siege for the past two days, my office had declared holiday even on Friday. With my laptop in office I was pretty my bored at home. Suddenly phone rang “Anup”, so there was a hope that Saturday may be bright. Had a concall with RazorBlades to decide where we are heading. But after a discussion of about one hour we were yet in Mumbai. The main problem was bikes. There ppl and one bike in ridding condition. Anup’s ambitions engine had flu and needed to visit a doctor. There was 0 breakin on razors RTR due to the wrong tyres tht he had purchased last week. We failed to persuade Razor to bring his friends Bullet.

We called up Shiva to see wht he was doin on Saturday and as expected he was free for a ride. Four people on a concall will to ride somewhere but don’t knw where. Razor was hesitating to come for ny ride due the constant headache he was having for past few months. The doctor had said him to rest. So he was out of ny ride. So it was Me, Shiva & Anup “The Lonely Trio” again for a ghostly ride. We don’t knw the destination yet. We had first planned to go to Sinhagad and Shivneri fort through pune. But we cancelled it. Anup told he will find a place to ride to and call us back in an hour.

So by midnight we zeroed in on a tribal village called “Ahupe” on the foot hills of Sahaydri. The route planned was Nane Ghat – Malshej – Shivneri Fort – Bhimashnkar – Ahupe – Nane Ghat. The agenda of the road trip was “Off Roading”. We wanted to explore a small off road route from Ahupe to Nane Ghate. So with the route map ready we ready to go.

Early Morning

Early Morning

The Rider & The Pillion

The Rider & The Pillion

Sunrise

Sunrise

With a Honda Unicorn and Hero Honda Karizma were were all ready to go. The one other problem was cash, we only had 1500 for the full ride and we would have to save every penny and every drop of petrol tooo. We started \from thane around 5.30. It was drizzling throughout. Filled tanks of our Honda’s at a petrol pump near bhivandi bypass, Rs. 500 petrol for the ZMA and Rs. 500 for the Unicorn. We headed towards Kalyan and the drizzle was turning into rain. We had not expected rains at all, but assuming it would stop we kept ridding. Instead of stopping the the rain God was showering his bessing on us. On one side my heart wanted the rain to stop but on the other hand I knw the rain would make the climate in Malshej awesome. We finally stopped at a dhaba and waited for the rains to subside.

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