(or The Yellow Nano Adventures)
THE GANG
Priya -> The OG. The friendly Neighbourhood Chair Stealer.
Chirag -> The OG. Hits the gym but I just can’t prove it.
Mitesh -> He’s just a chill guy. Not particularly fond of playing frisbee.
Ankit -> The Saviour from Dehradun. Godfather of the Yellow Nano.
Suchit -> The Jugaad specialist. Fellow Techbro.
Mansi -> Future Horror Auteur. Photography enthusiast freak.
Srijan -> The Storyteller. Good at finding firewood, better at losing laptops.
Sharvil -> Yours Truly.
13/12/2025 6 AM – PDBC Studio
Jon Krakauer in his book Into The Wild says that “The very basic core of a man’s spirit comes from his passion for adventure” and carrying that same passion along with varying degrees of sleep deprivation, we had gathered at the PDBC studio. The last bit of preparations were underway before we could disengage from our busy and mostly aesthetically unpleasing lives in the city and head out to Polo Forest in search of some peace, beauty and adventure. General introductions were afoot, names and smiles were exchanged, books that people had brought for reading later, were shown off. Mansi expressed her regret at not being able to source a DSLR camera. Chirag was busy trying to decide the book he wanted to read – eventually ending up packing more books for himself than there were people in the room in the name of having “options”.
Once we were all packed up, we went to the parking lot, divided ourselves into two groups – one in each of the two cars – and got ready to leave. Luck was in my favor as I ended up being part of the group that was going with Ankit in his Yellow Tata Nano. Although the success of Ratan Tata’s dream project is still up for debate, when we (me, Mitesh and Suchit) laid our eyes on the car, we knew that we were in for a ride and going to have the time of our lives. The rest of the gang went with Chirag in his Black Renault Kwid which is also not bad per se but no road trip movie has ever taken place in a grayscale car. It simply does not happen.
7 AM – Khetlapa Tea Stall, Gandhinagar
Our first stop is almost ritualistic for PDBC retreats. After parking the car and jumping over a cut out fence – and this is not the last time this will happen in this trip – we arrive at Khetlapa Tea Stall. The winter sun is barely out yet, Priya is still freezing and Mitesh is asked to bring her a shawl. I have started warming up to the group and my senses have woken up enough to be able to start having conversations. Joker ganthiya catches my eye and out of the nostalgia of climbing college walls to come here at 3 AM, I get some ganthiyas to accompany the tea that we had ordered.
Sipping on the first chai of the day and devouring the ganthiyas while they are still hot, we give in to the simple pleasures of life. We then proceed to have a round table conference (on possibly the smallest round table in the history of round table conferences). Plans for the day are discussed, Priya and Chirag enlighten us with the hardships of dealing with a government body and then get everybody excited teasing the big changes coming to PDBC and details about future plans and retreats. Mansi has started clicking pictures and if later in this writeup I forget to mention her somewhere, the reader shall assume that she would have been busy either clicking pictures or getting her pictures clicked.
8:30 AM – Rani Talav, Idar
Inside the car, with Suchit’s approval, I have now bestowed upon myself the DJing responsibilities. The usual roadtrip suspects are on the queue – Dil Chahta Hai, ZNMD, Rockstar, Rock On, Amit Trivedi, Mohit Chauhan, The Local Train and I mix in some favourites that I have treasured over the years, silently hoping everybody becomes aware of my superior music taste. Not much later, we arrived at our second stop at Rani Talav in Idar. Mitesh mentions that there is something very unique about how the mountains of Idar look, but he couldn’t put a finger on exactly what. Looking back, I too agree with the opinion and I too cannot put a finger on exactly what. The chai here is a little disappointing, a little too sweet with not enough masala – like a romance without any drama. However the view is great and it’s hard to be disappointed for too long when your eyes settle on the calm blue water of the lake and you finally get a slice of the sukoon that you have set out for. And at this moment, somebody finally realizes the aesthetic potential of the Yellow Nano and we have a pretty cool photography session around it. Books are taken out of the car trunk to be used as props – this is a book club after all – and in the set of books that Chirag had brought along, was also a book on Irfan. We realize the coincidence. Road Trip – Irfan – Yellow Nano – and everything falls into place. This is our Karwaan.
We get back in the car and at this point, Priya has started journaling, not missing a single detail. Some of the most critical information was noted down and sent to the group chat as individual voice notes, ranging from “Srijan Kurkure khaa raha hai” to “Mansi bol rahi hai usne bohot achha photo kheecha hai par humme se koi dekh nahi raha hai”.
Meanwhile our car gets stopped midway due to a tree being fallen to expand the width of the road and we get a casual lore drop from Mitesh. “300 pedh the, 100 bech ke shaadi karli” “Aur pedh lagaaye hi isiliye the ki shaadi karne ke time bech sake”
10:00 AM – Polo Forest – Common Garden
It is often said that you don’t expect the Spanish inquisition. But what hasn’t been said much (and I hope people start saying it more often since it’s more relevant to our times) is that you also don’t expect a monkey stealing your poha. We had just arrived at the Campsite premises, settled down into our rooms and sat down to have breakfast in the common garden. The spread consisted of a huge bowl of Aloo Poha and Chai. As we had started serving it to our plates, a monkey climbed down the tree, used the nearby bench as a boost, jumped right onto the middle of our table and snatched a bunch of our poha from the bowl. He let out a few screams along with a show of teeth as if asserting dominance and disappeared back into the woods. While we were trying to process what just happened, Srijan perfectly summed it up – “A monkey just did a Surgical Strike on our breakfast”.
After having the special poha spiced with Monkey particles, Mitesh brought out some crowd favourite snacks and opened them up. The monkey, realizing that we had not learned our lesson, did a second surgical strike, taking the snack packet along with him. We decided not to have any further food in the area and made a segue into playing frisbee. Mansi and Priya were made captains of the opposing teams. It was an intense game, Ankit, Suchit, and Mansi were giving it their all. Srijan had a bunch of frisbee lessons to share regarding what mistakes to not make by giving practical examples of making them. Chirag and Priya left no stone unturned in sledging and intimidating each other. Mitesh was playing physically but mentally he was still recovering from the shock of his snacks being stolen. After a while, the opposite team’s captain (Priya) decided to bench themselves, so it was a clear and decisive victory for our(Mansi’s) team.
11:30 AM – Riverside
Finally the moment we had been waiting for. We hopped on to the riverside with our books for a silent reading session in the tranquility of a forest. We picked our stones to sit, feet dipped in water, feeling one with nature, everybody went into their own zone. Some reading from the books that they had brought along, some reading from books that others had brought along. Some flexing their skills with skipping stones, some trying to learn the art. Some sat staring across into the woods wondering about the unknown, some gazing at the flowing water just sinking into the otherwise scarcely available peace. After a while, Priya wrote and read us some original poetry – about not keeping things unsaid, letting the soul suffer and instead letting it out – equating it with spitting into a spit can. This was interestingly contrasted by a couple of poetries by Gulzar(one about Books and another about Time) that were read out after and used a much more harmonious language to get the point across. As we were bathing in the sun, and getting a natural pedicure (without the fish part), somebody mentioned that we should click a picture with all our feet in the water. Srijan retorted by saying that his feet would go viral and steal all the thunder on pdbc’s socials and we agreed to discard the idea. Moments later, a group of people arrived at our spot and the small snow globe that we had created where nobody else was there but us was now cracked and we decided to leave for lunch.
1:30 PM – Lunch
Mix veg sabzi, puri, dal, and rice. Hungry from the day, we filled our plates with substantial amounts of food before the group of school kids who were on a picnic arrived
and colonized the grounds. While eating, some of the folks were discussing how this generation of children appeared more civilized than ours, while me and Chirag were discussing potential scenarios where a war could break out between the school kids and the monkeys and how interesting it would be to watch. After Lunch, tired from the managerial responsibilities and all that grown up stuff, Chirag and Priya decided to take some rest and the rest of us decided to head out for Nimbu Paani.
2 PM – Dam Area
On the way to finding Nimbu Pani, we walked on a road covered on both sides by lush green trees. Some ancient temple-like structures and a few general shops lined our path giving it the personality of being a tourist spot. As unplanned strolls go, we ended up having a bunch of conversations covering stories of Mountains and of Travel, of Bombay vs Delhi vs Ahmedabad, of more insights on where the other members are from and what they do for a living. We reached the Dam site and situated right at its edge, was Jay Mataji Nimbu Pani and Maggie Center. Another pretty picturesque spot, we explored a few options around the dam as to where we could sit, some more difficult to reach then the others eventually settling on the very first spot that we had considered. The sound of the water falling from the dam and hitting against the rocks, produced a calming, almost soporific effect. For a while, we just sat in silence, sipping on nimbu pani, looking at the falling water and checked out of reality. Finally after gulping down a couple of glasses each, a local elderly lady caught our eye who was standing near the waters at a place that we wouldn’t dare to try to reach and we all contemplated who she was. Mitesh looked around and stated the obvious, she is pissed off at her husband who’s sitting on the other end of the river and will stay at the place until he apologises and buys her a gift. Given that we were discussing horror movies before, I pitched the idea that she could be that lady who says something very ominous and foreshadows the upcoming doom that is about to befall the main characters. Mansi came up with Aura Cleanser – somebody who performs rituals using rare herbs and oils and chants gibberish mantras to remove all the bad spirits from your life. I was a bit lost with Mansi’s explanation, but Srijan helped out by simplifying it for me – “Nazar Utaarne waali” and I kinda get it now. Eventually, Suchit who was paying attention to what she was doing rather than contributing to our tomfoolery pointed out that she was just a fisherwoman trying to catch fish.
The party dispersed after this. Ankit went back to sleep. Srijan went to find some signal. Mitesh, Mansi, Suchit and Me decided to hang around and explore the trek that was supposed to go up till the Derasar. Ofcourse, we first stopped by for an ice cream that we had longed for since quite some time and here Mansi found out that Mitesh was in fact 30 years old. This was a recurring realization at PDBC events for almost anybody who meets Mitesh for the first time, and I don’t blame it on them, the guy has a better hairline than men 10 years younger than him. I hope he goes to an aura cleanser and does not catch my nazar.
We proceeded to go towards the base point and were greeted by a bunch of food stalls – all serving maggie for some reason, tourist couples on wedding photoshoots, few horses and a water crossing that was to be crossed in order to begin the ascent towards the mountain. Mansi did some horse whispering while Me, Mitesh and Suchit were contemplating whether going ahead without the entire group was a good idea or not. Eventually the three of us were of the opinion of going back but Mansi proceeded to just walk ahead and started crossing the water stream and we all were left with no choice but to follow. Let the record show this was all Mansi’s idea. Anyway we crossed the water stream which was a little annoying to do on bare feet and felt like getting an acupuncture done. We began going towards the trek only to realize that the door to the derasar was closed and we finally decided to head back – again passing the acupuncture water stream – and finally to our cottages. On reaching our room, me and suchit found the rocking chair from our front porch stolen. The same rocking chair that I had envisioned myself resting and sleeping on while the world could go to hell. And after looking around, I find Priya resting on the same chair with the satisfaction on her face that should have been mine. Suchit gave up and went to rest. I had the good ol “how’s life been” conversation on a bench overlooking the river with Mitesh. And while going back, I noticed that the rocking chair was empty and seized my opportunity to take back what was rightfully mine and took a good long rest.
5 PM – Sunset Trek and The Little Prince
By the time all of us woke up, It was 5 PM and it’s not a successful trip until you get to see a good sunset. So with the new found zeal after having rested, we all headed out for the top of the mountains. This trek also apparently went through the same path as we had gone through in the afternoon, so we pretended to have a Deja Vu, did the acupuncture routine again crossing the stream, and reached to the base of the trek. But here’s the issue: the gates were still closed, and the last time the folks who had attended the previous edition tried to find a trail they had ended up getting lost and rushing back. Just as we are thinking if we have hit a dead end again, a mysterious tour guide appears in the form of Prince. Prince was barely 8 or 9 years old, was walking barefoot around a mountain, and offered to show us the way for a price of just 10rs. Initially we were a little hesitant but given that we had nothing to lose, we decided to follow The Little Prince. Prince knew his way well, guiding us through trails that we would have otherwise never found. Some members of the gang faced difficulties climbing up due to the difficult terrain, but Prince was swift even on his bare feet. Moving with the surefootedness of a feline, he took us up the mountain in around just half an hour. We reach the peak and that too at the perfect time – the golden hour – when the world just feels a little more magical than usual and you just feel more alive.
We are surrounded by even bigger mountains on one side and the horizon on the other. No sign of anybody else as far as the eye can see. A couple of benches placed at precise locations giving you the best view of the surrounding forests and the sunset. After clicking a fair amount of pictures, and trying out our luck at the Echo Point, we move towards a watchtower overlooking the hills and sit around in a circle to have another reading session. Priya recites another poetry and Ankit follows it up with a suspenseful short from Ghost Stories of Shimla by Ruskin Bond. Priya catches Prince trying to read from a Vinod Shukla book and decides to entrust it to him – with the hope that the book might just change another life. And with this as the sun sets and it starts getting dark, we begin our descent discussing another variety of topics : the continuing horror script, monopolies in India, and animals that could probably be around us and the probability that they might attack. We reach the base where we pay Prince his price and he disappears into the darkness. While we cross the acupuncture stream again, we are still trying to figure out if Prince was real or just a figment of our imagination. He came out of nowhere, showed us our path and disappeared when his job was done. Perhaps he was our guardian angel? Maybe a forest spirit that manifested a human form to show us its wonders? Or maybe just a friendly ghost – like the one from the Ruskin Bond book? We’ll never know, but we are just glad that he appeared when we needed him the most.
7 PM – Dinner
We go back to our camp and our dinner is ready. We get cleaned up, and can’t wait to dig into the food. Dal Bati is on the menu and we fill our plates up. Despite the general consensus of it being a favourite, I have never understood its hype and consider it as a mid tier food at best. But we were hungry and it’s food and when you’re in good company, everything just tastes better so I ended up eating way more than I usually do. The conversations at the Dinner Circle revolved around Dal Bati, regional food and where to find the best of them, health afflictions, Ankit’s unfinished love story that we completely forgot to circle back to, Goa stories and future PDBC retreats. Post dinner we all went on a short drive to find Maggi to cook later and also found some wafer biscuits along the way and as a Gujarati, I always appreciate something sweet to end a meal.
8 PM – Edition
The stage was set. The cottage staff had arranged some firewood for us to get the bonfire going. We all sat circling it on wooden chairs. Chirag got the rocking chair for himself (I really need to be better at keeping it safe). All of us introduced ourselves and what we were going to read, Priya reminded us of the usual rules – ending with “We keep on reading till the fire keeps on burning”, and the second polo forest edition of PDBC was set into motion.
Mitesh began with a very sweet Father-Daughter story of Papa-Man featuring Chandra Prakash a government clerk, Kanpur descriptions – “Kanpur ke Ghanta Ghar me bhi Ghanta nahi bajta, balki uspar log toliyan beecha ke pattein khelte hai”, “Jab Brahma kaa diya Amrit kulhad pe batt raha tha to log bole ki baad me aana, abhi chai aur samose khaane kaa time hai”, and a 21 year old chutki who’s studying in IIT Kanpur and buys old monk from the theka. Phrases like Silow Silow and Little Little got added to our everyday lingo. And we now know better not to use anything except Kishore Da or Rafi Da to address the celebrated musicians.
We were so engrossed in the story that we let Mitesh go on until he was tired and the bonfire was about to die down.
After this point, everybody took their turns gathering wood, dry branches and leaves for the fire after fixed intervals and helped keep the fire going. Most notably Srijan and Ankit went to the commando camp nearby and brought back two large trunks of wood that would be the pillars of our bonfire till the very end.
Next up was Srijan with Seepiyan by Javed Akhtar. He started off with some lines by Piyush Mishra
आदत जिसको समझे हो
वो मर्ज़ कभी बन जाएगा
फिर मर्ज़ की आदत पड़ जाएगी
अर्ज़ ना कुछ कर पाओगे
गर तब्दीली की गुंजाइश ने
साथ दिया तो ठीक सही
पर उसने भी गर छोड़ दिया
तो यार बड़े पछताओगे
He follows it up by Javed Akhtar dissecting Kabir’s doha
चिंता ऐसी डाकिनी, काट कलेजा खाए |
वैद बेचारा क्या करे, कहा तक दवा लगाए ||
The main takeaways were
- As communication becomes faster and easier, the tempo of life increases. And as the tempo of life increases, stress also increases.
- “Parvah karni chahiye magar chinta Nahi” – although no steps were given on how to achieve this.
Suchit had brought along with him The Valkyrie by Paulo Coelho but given how the mehfil was set, decided to read a poetry from Gulzar. The poem described the loneliness and dread associated with modern life and compares a book with a friend that’s always waiting for you at home no matter how bad the day has gone.
Priya reads from Irrfan by Shubhra Gupta. Reciting anecdotes from the life of the legendary actor by prominent members of the film industry. One of them was by Anurag Basu reminiscing his days working with him for Life in a Metro and throwing light on his acting abilities of being able to jump from a lighthearted scene to a serious one in the snap of a finger. Another was Pankaj Tripathi who considered Irrfan an inspiration and how he had a heartfelt moment when he found out that Irrfan also enjoyed watching his work on screen the same way he did Irrfan’s. The last one was by Anoop Singh, director of Song of Scorpions who beautifully described him and his performances as “a spirit trying to understand life”.
I read from Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, which was followed up by recommendations to watch the latest movie adaptation by Guillermo Del Toro and a short discussion on the themes.
Mansi had brought Me Before You by Jojo Moyes, but considering the selfish nature of the title, also decided to skip it and read from Seepiyan by Javed Akhtar.
पोथी पढ़ि पढ़ि जग मुआ, पंडित भया न कोय।
ढाई आखर प्रेम का, पढ़े सो पंडित होय॥
Javed sahab shares his interpretation by indicating that there’s a world of difference between being knowledgeable and being truly wise. And calling understanding something completely as an act of love.
The group discusses their own interpretations, with Priya scribbling “Pyaar karna aur Pyaar samajhna dono alag alag baat hai” and I get reminded of something I read on the Internet about the times we live in “We are drowning in information, while starving for wisdom”.
Conversations continue around movie posters, the works of Piyush Mishra and Javed Akhtar, songs are sung along whenever they are mentioned in the readings, wood gathering efforts continue, we get to hear some pdbc history, Srijan shares a long story from his intern days at Akshat Drama Group, where the main takeaway was that he should not be trusted with valuable items. Finally to end the session, Srijan shows us a ritual that he learned in improv workshops, where we each describe what we liked/were grateful for and swaha it in the fire. And we all promptly follow.
After the session, we have some Kahwa prepared by Chirag. Suchit, Priya and I get involved in making maggi. And at this point I found out that both of them liked to eat maggi raw as a snack and realized that I was in the company of psychopaths. However I still appreciate the dedication these guys put into the endeavour – with Priya standing Ajay Devgn style for half an hour on the arms of two chairs cooking maggi on a kettle and Suchit coming up with crazier and crazier ideas of how the maggie could be served. Eventually we(they) settled on the chai cups that we had our Kahwas in earlier and made our(their) own version of cuppa-maggi. I helped out a bit but was never involved in any of the decisions that were being made.
12:30 AM Meteor Showers
There’s this quote from the movie Boyhood, “You know how everyone’s always saying seize the moment? I think sometimes it’s the other way around, the moment seizes us.” And as I am sitting under the starry sky, on the edge of a river in a remote forest, with people I would have never met if not for the shared interest in reading books. I witness the first meteor shower of my life. Streaks of light decorate the canvas of the sky and disappear before reappearing at completely different coordinates every few minutes. And all I can do is bear witness to the grandeur of the universe, be grateful for the company I am with and let the moment seize me.
Also yeah, for anybody who’s planning to catch a meteor shower in the future, packing a neck rest is highly recommended.
9 AM – The Morning After
Waking up back into reality, fueled with upma and fried patra, we set out for another dam site even higher than the one we were on the previous day. Unfortunately we find it closed and decide to let the road take us to our next destination. And on our way, Chirag finds some clearing in the barriers on the forest boundary and asks if anybody wants to check it out. But without any PDBC responsibility involved. There’s a good amount of debate around completely valid safety concerns and the legality of our side quest, but as Antoine de Saint-Exupéry has said “In the face of overpowering mystery, you dare not disobey” I decide to be in the explorer’s party while the resting party hanged out around the boundary to take pictures and protect us in case something goes wrong. We head in, walk in the forest for a few minutes, discuss the probability of finding a snake and on laying our eyes on a few angry looking monkeys, rush back to the other party and into safety. Overall spending less time inside the forest than what it took to decide if we should go in or not.
We take to the road again and not long after, Chirag finds us another spot (he’s pretty good at this). This time, it’s again a riverside clearing like the one we had at the camp site. All of us get our books, find our rocks to sit on, and begin another silent reading session. Srijan, Chirag and Mitesh go around finding the best spots to sit and relax while also building rock towers. Ankit almost looks like a wizard chanting spells – standing in the river, feet half submerged in water and flipping pages of the book in his hand. Suchit uses his engineering background and makes his own table using the best available rocks as I silently wish I was creative enough to do that. Priya is locked in reading her book. Mansi calls me to take pictures for her after having appropriately called out my atrocious photography skills on the previous day and educating me on the same – but this time I finally got her approval and realized that if nothing else, this trip made me a better photographer than what I was.
After this and also taking a few pictures of Mitesh hitting the SRK pose, I sit down by the river bank and have my own moment of peace. Looking at my reflection in the water, reflecting on the life I have lived, the decisions I have made, the people I have met – I flip through memories as if they were chapters of a book, each story as deep as the water I was looking at and seeing a dried leaf fallen from a tree and merrily floating along with the river flow, that’s how I Imagine my life to be and it’s not so bad. After a while, although not wanting to leave the place, life has to go on, we say goodbye to it and start our drive back.
1:30 PM – Epilogue
After missing the turn for the nth time to stop at the same place where the car ahead of us had stopped and zooming past them in our yellow Nano while we are humming to music and have reached our flow state, we take a U-turn and stop at Rajwadi Restaurant. Khatiyas are laid out for us, resisting a strong urge to sleep on them, we order chais along with Mix Veg and Paneer Pakodas. We finally got tea that was appropriately spiced to match our tastes and were also pleasantly surprised at how delicious the pakodas were, even repeating our order. With the perfect combination of tea, pakoras, views of the highway and the comfort of sitting on a khatiya, the stage was set for more conversations. Everybody shared their favourite food places and stories about the best meals that they have had from all possible cuisines. South Indian, Rajasthani, and Himachali were hot favourites. Which moved to the best places in Ahmedabad and Rajkot to have chai, paranthas, dosas and midnight snacks with some of us carefully noting down every restaurant that was being mentioned for future reference. While I wished that these conversations kept going on forever, we had to go back to our life switching back and forth between a small sized screen, a medium sized screen and a large sized screen for most part of our day. But as they say, we have to leave the magic behind to experience and appreciate it again. We got back into our cars looking ahead at the paths awaiting us while checking the side mirrors every once in a while, looking back at and treasuring the memories that we have created. Arijit Singh echoes from the speaker :
“Kal pe sawaal hai. Jeena Filhaal hai.
Khaana Badoshiyon pe hi, jaane kyun ilaahi mera jee aaye aaye”
Fin.
Side – B
Mitesh’s Version
Ek lambe intzar k baad o pal aahi gya jab ham nano me sapne liye apne Polo forest
K liye nikal pade .
Raste idar k pas talab k kinare chai pi aur Irfan ko yad karte huve picture li raste me pahad Himachal kasol deharadun masuri ki bate karte karte Polo pahuch gye.
Hamare sath hamari photographer Meraki ne sabhi achhe moment ki pics leti rahi
Bachpan khele jhule aj fir se khelne ko mila mai aur Priya jhula jhulne ka maja liye aur ham sab Frizbee khele jisme Mai ne bahot achha pradarshan kiya par maja aya dono team k captain ne achha khela
Naste ka time huva aur bin bulaye natkhat mehman ne naste k table par dhaba bol diya sab chauk gye par thik tha bandar ka hamla usne second time hamari methi puri ki packet bhi le li
Fir jiska intzar tha silent reading time
Nadi k thande pani pair dalkar Book padna sahti sukun book k bad pani bahav ko dekh kuchh der sant khade rhe fir Aram karne chale gye.
Mai Sharvil k sath bate ki suchi k sath masti
Sam ko nikle traking liye nadi par kar jangal me gye aur jangal me kaise jay a plan kar rhe the ki pichhe se ek chhota sa anjan bachhe ne rasta batane k liye bola aur bola 10 rupees lunga
Jangal thoda dar sa laga par ham uske sath chal pade aur pahadi par pahoch gye Princ yadd rahega . Sam ho gai bhalu ka dar.
Fatafat camp pahuche khana khaya aur Maggie lene k liye pas k gav me gye network aa gya to Ghar par bat kar li
Fir night bon fire me reading chalu ki irfa Gulzar Kishore da mohmmad rafi Ruskin bond ki bate Hui chay kava aur Maggie k sath rat 12 baje tak book reading ki
Fir koi khas din tha jab tare bahot jyada tutne vale the vo dekhne k liye rat 2 baje tak Nadi kinare baithe rhe ek taraf thand dusri tarah bhalu aur jangli janvar ka tha dar par sath me majbut Bhai k sath dar khatam ho gya tha .
2 baje sone chale gye
Subah dam par baithe nadi me kohra aur dhundh ka Sundar Nazar dekhe Meraki ne achhe photo liye aur fir nasta kar k vapas jangal me nadi kinare book reading ki nadi kuchh der baithe k bad vapas yado ko liye Ghar ki nikal gye is bare chehre par muskan pahle jaisa Masti dekh achha laga o purane din fir se laut aye . Thank you PDBC
Khushiyan dene k liye.
Chirag’s Version
Ek thakaan bhari, par yaadon se bhari kahaani
Thakaan thodi zyada thi.
Par books thi.
Irfan tha.
Chhota sa fasana tha — aka Nano.
Srijan Mumbai se Polo ke liye aaya tha.
Mitesh Surat se yahan tak ka safar tay karke.
Ankit bhai phir se aaye — second time, wahi apnapan.
Suchit, Sharvil aur Mansi — Polo pehli baar, aur freebiz khelte hue bilkul ghar jaise lag rahe the.
Jungle tha…
toh monkeys bhi the.
Poha pe monkey attack hua
Aur forest officer tab tak kade rahe jab tak nasta khatam nahi hua.
Phir pani ke paas gaye — network ki talash mein.
Last year tha, is saal wahan network nahi…
par haan, pata chal gaya — Jio ka ek-do spot pe signal aa hi jaata hai.
Uske baad maine socha, thoda nap le leta hoon.
Aur yeh log… ghoomne nikal gaye.
Jab utha, toh purane wale road pe chal pade.
Wahan mila Prince — chhota sa bachcha, par guide poora.
Upar le jaane ke liye.
Thode thake hue the, par upar pahunch ke sab books ke saath baith gaye.
Tab Priya ne Vinod Kumar Shukla ki book Prince ko di —
woh bas book ko dekh raha tha, padhne ki koshish kar raha tha.
Phir Ankit ji ne Ruskin Bond ki kahaani sunayi.
Thoda network mila… mere phone ke notifications bhi on ho gaye.
Shaam hone lagi.
Laga, chalo neeche chalte hain.
Aaye, dal-baati khayi.
Aur phir Forest Edition start hua
Forest officer ne thodi lakdi di — bonfire ke liye, par kam pad gayi.
Aaj edition 7:30 se 11:25 tak chala.
Lamba tha…
par thakaane wala nahi.
Bahut si baatein hui.
Kuch naye rituals seekhe.
Phir time aaya meteor shower ka
Suchit ne kaha — “yahin se dekhenge.”
Torch leke chal pade.
Tab lagbhag 12:30 ho rahe the.
Thode meteors dikh rahe the…
Aur phir sab dheere-dheere sone jaane lage.
Shuruaat Srijan ne ki.
Aakhir mein sirf main aur Mitesh bache.
Laga jaise koi side se aaya ho — shayad bhalu?
Par itni thand mein bhalu kyun niklega?
Socha, chalo sone chalte hain…
par neend aani nahi thi.
Toh main akela wapas gaya.
Wahin baith gaya.
Shanti se view enjoy kiya.
Camera woh sab capture nahi kar sakta,
jo hum us pal mehsoos kar rahe the.
Subah ho gayi.
Kuch log uth ke chale gaye.
Main shanti se utha, socha — pehle nasta, phir kahin jaayenge.
Check dam ke paas jaake baith gaye.
Phir nasta.
Uske baad lambi khoj — kahaan baith ke padh sakte hain?
Tab ek jagah mili — masjid ke saamne.
2 ghante wahin rahe.
Padha.
Aate waqt ek hi demand — pakode
Itna chatora pan kiya…
ki Dinesh bhai daantenge, pakka.
Par kya karein —
yeh thakaan nahi thi, yeh jeena tha.
Priya’s Version
Us pahad pe aisa laga, ek kutiya daal dete hai, kuch kitaabein le aate hai, aur gadariya bakri charane ayega tab kuch kuch rashan de jaya karega
kami nahi lagegi kyunki sath me man bhar aasmaan, pet bhar hawa aur pyaas jitna sukoon hoga
thande pani me per geele karne ka, ooh aah chillane ka, aur fir dard ko bhool jane ka, ek alag hi maza tha
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