Hello Dear BHPians,
I'm taking this opportunity to wish you all a very happy and safe new year. May you continue enjoying your drives throughout the year while sticking to safe and disciplined joy rides.
On my further updates on my journey towards a second fullsome life, I have moved to Pune temporarily to be with my family and have joined a local hospital. My trials for achieving a well fitting and comfortable limb prosthesis are as I feel, nearing completion. ALC pune with its understanding officers and staff, has been my partner in reaching this goal.
On travel, we original gang of Corbett and a few more, this time went to Pakyong Sikkim and needless to say, the time we spent together was, as always, simply wonderful. Now we have decided to try to double this yearly dose of bliss, by making these trips, a biannual affair. On this trip, we also decided to contact our Alig brothers there around Pakyong. We could contact a few and I managed to gift one, a box of famous Kayani's Shrewsbury biscuits from Pune,

. I am sure he will not forget their taste easily.
Right now I am sitting at the Delhi's airport, waiting for the flight to Pune, after spending a bliss full time with my father, younger brothers, their families and the whole khandaan at my native place Nigohi, Shahjahanpur, UP.
As I must have mentioned in my previous posts that I am a lover of rustic village life and jungles and this trip would not have been completed without us travelling to nearby terai jungles.
My town Nigohi, is just 35 kms away from a real jungle which is connected with Pilibhit Tiger reserve which in turn is connected with Dudhwa Tiger reserve, katrina ghat reserve in bahraich district and the Tiger reserve lying in the adjoining Nepal. I since childhood, have grown up with the stories of shikars and adventurous jungle forays of my father and his cousins,which are worth sharing but that is for some other time. I have grown up with airguns, with which I, even tried to hunt fishes in the ponds( must be the effects of the Hindi pictures, I used to see).
Needless to say, such efforts were fruitless but they made me feel like an adventurous Shikari. One of my aunt from the paternal side, lives deep in the Pilibhit district, very near to the Tiger reserve, then only a forest and whenever I visited her, I always used to go with the local boys in the forest and swim in the ponds. They used to be taken aback seeing my love of the jungles, ponds, etc. For them, it was surprising that someone from the city was so interested in these rural surroundings and was pretty comfortable in it as well.
So we took our father's Renault Lodgy, and off we went to the Deoria jungle, on a kuchha road, which traversed through the middle of the forest and on the other side of which, a few km away is my Aunt's place, a town called Pooranpur, in the district Pilibhit. This part of the forest, though placed out of the core area of the tiger reserve, sometimes is graced by tigers.
The local Public is allowed to use this road in the daytime only. About 2-3 years back, three people were foolishly riding on a bike on this track, late in the night and a tiger attacked them. The two got killed while the third one managed to climb a nearby tree and saved himself. For the first time, we spotted deers, cheetals near the road, in this area, which could be a sign of better forest management, perhaps due to the forest being given the official status of a reserve forest. I also noticed the forest being more dense and green than before.
We had started around 1500 hrs from Nigohi and I personally was thinking that we would cross this jungle and spend some time on the bridge of the irrigation canal, which lies just outside this forest patch on the other side, where I had taken a dip around 3 years back and introduced some of my nephews and nieces to the swimming in an open canal. Mind you, at that time, the water channel was very shallow due to water being stopped at its origin. I would not advocate anyone to go to any unknown water body otherwise even if you are a good swimmer.
But my cousins and brothers had other plans. One was calling his acquaintance and enquiring about a Nepal border village, well known for dhabas offering some delicious cuisine while another was saying that we should go to Nainital and have tea on the Mall road, while a few others said that, the tiger sightings are more in the night by the side of the big canal originating from the dam on the Sharda river at a point called Bifurcation as here two big canals originate from the dam, just outside the main tiger reserve. I wanted to go back but I was in the minority. We took a few photos at a bridge, lying on this kuchha road, built on a local small rivulet.
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Moving onwards from this bridge, just before we could cross the jungle and reached the other side where the irrigation canal which I have mentioned above, lies, the road suddenly became so bad that, to me, it looked like a course developed specifically for testing 4 +4s. The local denizens of the jungle might be using it to rest and recuperate. I told the people in majority, beseeched them that we should rather turn back here and shouldn't test the Lodgy's limits but again my calls were shot down by the adventure-hungry human beings.
I told my brother and a cousin to get down and go ahead to check, how far ahead was the road like this. They promptly got down and went ahead but to my amazement and extreme anger, it seemed they forgot what they were supposed to do and simply went ahead on the road keeping their hands in hands, picking up their trousers at the waist. My youngest brother whom this time I told him in no uncertain terms what he was supposed to do, got down and under his guidance the Lodge entered the dicey terrain. After much maneuvering, shouts, and palpitations, where twice the lodgy kissed the road slightly, we could cross this part of the road and finally came out of the jungle and reached the irrigation canal bridge. By this time the dusk had settled in, and the canal was in full flow. We didn't stop there. By this time I had given up on following any rational decisions, the Nepal border village was found to be far away, and so was Nainital, much farther than what the strengths of my cousins could bear in facing their wives later.
It was decided to go to the bifurcation point and have dinner in a dhaba nearby, which was popular in providing very tasty rustic desi chickens dish in a handi. I forgot to mention here that my younger brother's in laws stay in Pooranpur apart from my aunt and that's how we came to know about this dhaba. The order was placed through his BIL and were told that it would take some time before we could be served. Meanwhile, we bought some chipps and candies for the kids and groundnuts for ourselves from the small roadside market just before the start of the jungle. Thereafter we drove on the road running in parallel to the main canal, which goes right to the origin of the canal from the dam and this place is called a bifurcation.
The jungle abuts the canal on both sides. This road is about 3-4 km in length. I have visited this point many a time since my childhood but never at night. The dam has been constructed on the river Sharda, which originates in Nepal, the sharda canal which originates from here is one of the two biggest irrigation canal system in Uttar Pradesh, the other one is Ganges canals system which as the name suggests originates from the mighty river Ganga. Further ahead of the dam, the tourists are not allowed to go as it reaches the Nepal border and is secured by the paramilitary forces. So we got down at the bifurcation point, parked the car, and sat on the cement bench meant for the tourists, located bang near the waters. There is an old official irrigation government inspection bungalow, perhaps built by the British.
By this time the night had arrived in its full glory, there was a chill in the air sans any fog. Except for the street lights shimmering in the water and the sounds generated due to water falling from the opened dam gates into the canal, nothing else could be heard or seen. We gorged on the ground nuts which were really bad but by this time we were ravenously hungry and could dare to eat even a tiger if it was unlucky enough to cross our path. After going through the motions of clicking a few photos as there was no real light or scenery and we started backwards towards the dhaba. To my majority friends sorrow, no tiger could be seen coming to the canal to quench his thirst or satisfy some adventure hungry idiots' curiosity and we came out of the jungle and reached the dhaba. My brother's BIL came from Pooranpur with a big pepsi bottle and the dinner was set. Dhaba had multiple mud huts with a platform in the centre, on which the whole kadahi with desi chickens for 8 people was placed. The dish was really tasty though had a bit more chilly than my comfort levels and even then few of my fellow travellers were having it with fresh green chillies. What nuts these people really are!!. Once the dinner was over as is the local custom, the BIL didn't allow us to pay the bill no matter how hard we tried.
There was one big male buffallo tied in a room, nearby the dhaba huts, owned by the dhaba owner. It was really big, I had never seen such a marvellous big, hulky water buffalo before.
The owner proudly told us that gives he gives two litres of milk every day to the animal along with the routine fodder. Another interesting story which came out at the dhaba was that a few days back when one of the workers of the dhaba who stayed there only came out in the night to relieve himself, and found an adult tiger staring at him from nearby. I don't know whether he could do for what he had come out originally or why the tiger was not really interested in him. Perhaps it was there for the big fat buffalo dinner or might have smelled the tasty cooked chickens. There were a few pet dogs too chained in the premises, probably to alert the dhaba dwellers for such visits from the jungles.
After the dinner, we could not say no to BIL and had to visit the family at pooranpur. We were treated with hot tea, sweets, namkeen etc and after spending about an hour there we beat the hasty retreat to our home In Nigohi, of course, this time traversing the pucca highway, not the jungle road. We couldn't go to our aunt's place due to paucity of time and we have braced ourselves to hear from her, soon on this matter. On our way back we listened to some nice music in the car and I really liked the Rahat Fateh Ali Khan's rendition "Zindagi", picturised on Big Boss fame Gauhar khan and Kushal. Reached Nigohi after midnight and that's how the visit to the jungle on that day evolved. .
Thank you all for the patient reading.
Regards
Fawad
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