Of Temple, bhooth,beaches and ulcers

Its always a great time. The one just between the exams and the results. My Exams are past. The day they were over the feeling was similar to the one that comes when the nature is calling and you cant receive the call because you are in a meeting. It keeps vigorously vibrating somewhere in your stomach nevertheless, Until the blissful moment of release, when you feel a couple of kgs of extra baggage you were carrying all this while in your intestines has found its way out. It feels so light now, after the exams that is.

The weekend after the exams was good. I went to Hari Hareshwar with Cheeku and friends. The name of the place itself suggests that its renowned temple and I visited for asking the Gods; "Please flood the Exam office in my college. All my answer copies are kept there. " I am sure God would listen to me. I have read that god listens to those who pray for others. Arey bhai ... my prayer was meant for my teachers who are about to read my answers naaaa , you silly.

Me and cheeku had good company, abhi, dipsi, sanjay bhaiya and keerti di. By the way the whole trip was planned in a very chaotic manner. We could not find a travel agent willing to lease us a car and a driver. The rains gods to be blamed. All cars stuck. Finally we managed to find an decent car and an interesting driver. On our way, He told us about a ghaati which has a ghost of a budhiya and boodha coming between 12 and 3 each night. The story went like this:

me and keerti di: ha bhaiya, kya keh rahe the bhooth ke baare main...
driver: kuch nahi sahab... jaane do
me: arey bhaiya, batao naa, aisa bhi kya hai...(i was already reflecting on the movie kaal, lekin yahaa to bhoot do hai, ek couple)
After a lot of urging from us to speak and from dps to not speak (she was chanting hanuman chaalisa alll this while) bhaiya finally spoke.....
Bhaiya: yaha ghaati pe roz raat ko ek boodha aur budhiya aate hai, lift mangte hai aur gaadiya rokte hai. Koi daya karke baitha leta hai to fir gaadi ka accident ho jaata hai yaa fir passenger gayab ho jaate hai....

Silence for a while. Some more silence. Darna Mana hai for some and darna zaroori hai for others. Jaise taise ghaati paar ki. The night was dark, it was raining and for most of the journey absence of any creature resembling human outline, added a lot of flavour and imagination to the classical oration of driver saab. So thinking about kaal, bhoots and cursing the maharashtra tourism for not having proper signboards, we reached Hareshwar.

The place we had initially booked was in all probability made for shooting of Ramsay movies. It was in such isolation that even the bhoots would think twice before going there. Considering the existent centiments of the truly afraid females and disguisefully nervous males we found another place to put up. Hanuman jee could now relax as the vigorous calls he was receiving from us had now stopped. The rest of the night all of us were peacefully asleep except for....... that was a good guess.

Incidentally there was a bright and brilliant beach also in Hareshwar. There was greenery, mountains and a big ocean. A scenic and engrossing beauty unlike the other beaches that I have seen where the beauty is confined to the blondes lying around and the only people enjoying are the massage walas. We thoroughly enjoyed photography, dips, unsuccesful attempts to float on water (abhi and me enjoyed some desperate attempts to swim in some in which unfortunately we could cover no physical distance) and last but not the least the tasty saline water because of which 4 of us now have ulcers in the mouth.

By the way, ulcers have not been all that bad, cheeku feels pain while speaking which has ensured a tranquility at home and life, until ofcourse today when she has audibly recovered enough. (you will trust me if u look at the time this was posted.) think i should close this down. Cant give so much pain to my readers in a single post. Bottom line. Hari Hareshwar recommended. Go there. Hope fully the right people will catch mouth ulcers for you too... ;-)

(Closing prayers: Oh God, May cheeku not read this post)