Imagine
waking up for a trip where you know nothing about your co-travelers and only a
little bit about your destination. What drives you to wake up at 6 o’clock on a
Sunday morning? It is hard to imagine. However, after observing for a few weeks
the activities of Bangalore Trekking Club (aka BTC), I had mustered some
courage and confidence. By 7 AM on 11th October, we had assembled at
Majestic Bus station, all set for a trek to Shivagange. We were 18 people, an
unfair mix of a minority of veterans and a majority of first-timers. The
excitement of the first-timers concealed their lack of experience, though. We
took a bus to Dobbaspet, around 50 km from the city. The breeze on the way
hinted at the good time that was to follow.
We
reached Dobbaspet at around 8.30 and had fresh idli for breakfast. We got our
lunch packed at the same place. Stomachs full, we were energized to take on the
mighty mountains. An auto-ride took us to the foot of the hill that we were to
conquer. After a round of introduction, at around 9.30, we were all set for the
trek. A flight of stairs in the beginning drained us of some energy but also
warmed us up for the longer journey. A temple here, a temple there- we were
assured of breaks on our way as the more believers amongst us were curious to
see what’s inside while the lesser believers caught their breath and took a
moment of silence to appreciate the caves, the primitiveness of rock architecture
and the magnificence of nature.
Parts
of the trek were easy, and some others were exhausting. Monkeys made sure our
trek was slowed down at regular intervals. Imagine trying to climb a steep rise
while monkeys stare at you, almost ready to pounce upon you. Brave souls saw
the less brave ones past the attack of Bajrang dal. Throughout the trek, we
remained a group, looking out for one another, ensuring no one is left behind.
A couple of refreshing nimboo-paani breaks and a bunch of group pictures
reinvigorated us every time we felt low. A monkey stealing lunch from one of us
happened to offer a comic laughter in a tiring climb- so we made no effort to
shoo him off. We reached the top before the estimated time. We had earned for
us extra time to rest, click pictures, chat up or just stare at the vast expanse
of blue and green far away from us. We spent time posing for pictures- solo as
well as with the group. The view from the top was exhilarating. The rock statue
of Nandi is an amazing sculpture that keeps reminding of the talent and expertise
of our forefathers. Having spent enough time looking at the distant villages
and towns from the top, we decided that it was time we started our onward
journey.
The
descent was much less tiring but the incessant brake we had to apply on our
knees to keep us from falling was taxing. The weather had been pleasant all
throughout the trek- the compassionate Sun keeping his beams low for the sake
of the many first-timers. We reached a temple midway where we decided to break
for lunch. At that very moment, it started to rain. But we had bought ourselves
some time. We ate packed lemon-rice. With a packet of Lays, a sweet or a cake
being passed around by fellow group members, it felt like a nice picnic lunch.
Even after we had our lunch, it was raining, albeit with lesser vigor. Some
raincoats came out, some umbrellas bloomed. Others thought the rain wasn’t that
bad. We set out. Rain faded away very soon. We kept descending, with a nimboo
pani break and a group photo break in between. Rain had rendered the path
extremely slippery and the descent turned out to be more dangerous than we had
expected. Nevertheless, everyone managed to complete the trek unhurt, and more
importantly happy. The camaraderie of the group was visible at every step-
whether it was meeting resistance from the monkey gang, extending a helping hand
during a slippery descent or sharing biscuits to cakes to what not!
The
group was elated to have reached the foot of the hill well ahead of time. The
victorious group got a much-deserved completion photo clicked. We took bumpy
auto-rides to the small railway station of Dobbaspet. We had a feedback
session- clearly everyone was happy and the trek had turned out to be as
expected, if not better. But we still had about half-an-hour to go before the
train would arrive. We spent the time playing dumb-charades. The honking train
signaled the end of our fun. We rushed in to grab seats. Looking out of the
train through the window, I thought- it was worth waking up early on a Sunday
morning!
