Essay! After an 'early, late-night' (no, not a contradiction) - we actually wound up at a decent hour and were in bed by 2.00 a.m. after a great party to celebrate a very special occasion on Friday night. More about that in a seperate post / thread as it is totally O.T. here.
I was scheduled to wake up first as I have to drag myself & Jr. through the shower etc. naturally, the junta asked me to give em wake up calls. (Give me a good reference guys, I can do with a job as a telephone operator in a hotel).
Mihiran & I left after a shower and a quick b'fast. We loaded the ice-box, a few things to munch and a change of clothes for him into the GTX. Mihiran, the GTX and I were excited as this was the first TBHP drive for the GTX. Picked up Downsouth at Lifestyle and proceeded to pick up Vnabhi on Raj Bhavan Rd. before taking an U turn to fill in Petrol (regular unleaded) at Shell. By the time we left Shell it was 9.15 (a mere 15 minutes late).
A quick call confirmed that Pulsar56 was waiting for us at New Mars, Moosapet. We headed there and picked him up by 9.40. We call Mobike only to learn that he is yet to leave his place! So we dawdle about, chat with Prabhu and just as we were leaving, Rajesh calls to say he has been waiting since 9.30 so we shoot off there and find him patiently waiting in the hot sun. Both cars move into the shade and decide to catch up while we kill about an hour or so waiting for Mobike & Co. to arrive.
We finally set off from BHEL a mere hour and half behind schedule (we should be named the National Carriers). We make good use of the 4 lane road and are maintaining a decent pace between 100 & 120 kmph when someone signals for a break. We quickly pull into the Peddapoor C.O.C.O. (Company Owned Company Operated) bunk for a quick bite (idlis and mysore bondas) for hungry stomachs and tea/coffee all around. The tea was quite good, you will have to wait for a review of the food from those who ate (it did look quite good though).
Kkr2kr, told us that Solly was joining us so we had to wait for him, so we hung around for a bit till we missed the A/c. and decided to jump in and drive. Solly was to catch up with us. (We did find Solly at another C.O.C.O bunk further down the road).
Turn off after Zaheerabad and, Bidar is 25 Kms away on a lovely single lane road, gently meandering around and going up and down the uneven terrain. A road that the GTX enjoyed to the hilt! This car was made for roads like this.
Bidar town is in the process of a major facelift with all the roads being widened etc. We headed straight for the Gurudwara and paid our respects, partook of the Prasad and hopefully washed away our sins by touching and sipping the holy water from the natural spring. (Those old sages really knew how to find the best spots to meditate). The gurudwara is serene, clean and radiates a peaceful energy that is difficult to imagine.
Revitalised by the visit to the Gurudwara and free of all past sins courtesy the holy spring water, (I must mention that the water is cool and tastes heavenly) we set off for the fort. I was reluctant to visit any fort in the mid day heat but Avi assured me that one can drive into the fort. Aah, just my kind of a fort!
There is only one word for this fort - Awesome. It is not perched atop some inaccesible hillock like some of Shivaji's forts but it does sit atop a small plateau and is protected by a few (three if I remember correctly) moats that have been made by digging out solid rock. The rock so cut out was used to build the fortifications. There are several walls to pass through to reach the innards of the fort. The gateways through these walls are impressively designed and laid out making the use of battering rams or elephants against them impossible. Any wonder they invented plastic explosives?
Unfortunately, little survives of the buildings inside the fort. The remains of the impressive buildings suggests a grandeur of scale, design, material and embellishment now lost forever. Beyond all this, the fort has a certain air of romance, of graceful gardens, princesses and regal queens, of brave and chivalrous men who wooed the princesses and courted them while looking out over the plains that stretch as far as the eye could see. Of attacking enemies and sieges, of battles fought shoulder to shoulder with brethren and serfs. Of stately courts overflowing with richly dressed courtiers. Alas all this came to an end after Aurangzeb the last master of Bidar fort decided to move on to better things in life.
After all those bazookas that the junta carry in the name of cameras were given adequate time to capture all they can of this glorious place, we headed off into town to a Mayura hotel in a lane opposite the Central Bus Stand. The ambience is the pits but the place is overflowing with hearty eaters. We head upstairs to a small air-con place. We waited a decent interval before eating (lest someone mistake us for starving refugees just arrived from a newly desertified place) and heartily tucked into the butter chicken, anda burji, mutton biryani, etc. the starters were totally disappointing but the mains made up for it.
6.30 p.m. and we troop out of Mayura to find that the heat of the day has passed. We wish the team who are off to Solapur and Pandarpur good luck and drive through the dusk and gathering darkness toward Hyderabad. The increased traffic meant that we were moving much slower and were lucky if we could hit 100 for more than a few minutes. Being advised by residents of the area that the road after BHEL is 'crawling room' only till 11.00 p.m., we turn right at the BHEL gate and head through to Lingampally, Gachibowli, Narne Road, Film Nagar, Cancer Hospital, Naveen Nagar, Vishweshwarayya Statue, Raj Bhavan rd. Vnabi had to suffer the indignity of being dropped on the wrong side of Raj Bhavan Rd. to walk home. Sorry Venu saab, but it was late and I was in a rush to get home. I did manage to get home by 10.00 p.m.
A long day, but a day well spent.
For future drives - Nanded is not too far away. The Cathedral in Medak is supposed to be really impressive. Both are do-able in a day (provided we have no revels lined up for the day before).
Hillram, Suren, Himanshu, Ardy and each one of the others who could not make it. We missed you folks. As pointed out earlier in this thread - it is not the destination, it is not even the getting there, it is the time spent with a bunch of intelligent, decent, fun loving blokes (and ladies, and kids) that makes these TBHP drives what they are.
Cheers, |