Rural Bengal is usually green, but its around Monsoon's that the green turns into lush green, different
shades of the same colour. However its also during monsoons that the roads are in its most deplorable
condition, so even though the lovely countryside beckons you, people who love their cars, do not really
venture out much. Even expressways catch some pimples and blisters.
However this time we decided not to really bother. Moreover, Monsoon is officially over. Although its
pouring more now than it did during the "official" Monsoon. The scenery after passing Panagarh, towards
the Birbhum district turns really scenic, the road lined on both sides by red soil and beyond that
there's either forest, or open cultivated fields. So the destination had to be somewhere on that side,
somewhere we can spend the normal weekend away from home. Two of Dad's friends also wanted to join,
however they would travel separately. Bolpur/Santiniketan automatically ruled out, have enough of
"Rabindranath" already. Those not "initiated" into the Bengali way of life, it starts with Rabindranath,
his work, his words. People don't want to be bothered with useless physical activities such as driving.
Instead they take the train so that they can collectively discuss Rabindranath. Bolpur would have
ensured, that lesser Bengali's like me, would have been completely looked down upon, humiliated for
ignorance and sent to the mental assylum for showing indifference.
Now another point of this trip was to give the car a run to celebrate its 6th Birthday that took place
on 10th of September 2010. Although the celebration was delayed due to certain work constraints. 6 years
earlier the first destination the car went to was Tarapith, a religious place in Bengal, however, on the
way the car took a detour to a place called Messenjore, we then decided that we would come back someday
and stay for a night or two. Unfortunately 6 yrs, 82k kms later, we realised, that we never kept our
words to ourselves.
So we decided upon Messenjore,the first destination that the car went to, a quiet tranquil place in
Jharkhand, where the Messenjore Dam had been built to contain the river Mayurakshi (Mayurakhkhi in local
speak).
T.B.C
Few pics