Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Ghosts of Dahanu

For once my plans of visiting a place were made at once and that too without any hiccups. As decided we were all set to leave on Saturday early morning. My friends from town were suppose to come in a hired car to a friends place in Kandivli & all of us were set to leave from there.
The journey as usual had to begin with pulling each other legs. A three hour long journey to Dahnu & we started looking out for the place where we were suppose to stay, it was suppose to be a farm house of chintan's friend. When it comes to him you can never be sure, we were initially guided to a place where we could see only the farm but not the house. It took us 2 hours, a whole lot of abuses to chintan & kaushal to reach the destination named GRACE FARM.
Once we were there, we all were taken back by the place & its location, situated amidst those lonely jungles, the house indeed reminded us of those countryside hindi movies. The mali present there then took us for a walk in farm showing us the 350 coconut trees, chickoo & papaya farms. He also warned us of the snakes present in the farm.


It's a Jungle out there...

After having a walk in the farm we left the place & went to the city side for lunch but hey a long journey & the food was just good to fill our stomachs. Initially we all were skeptical of the place but once we were back to the farm the masti begins...
We entered the swimming pool & fights, victories, cheating & lot more was always gonna happen when 9 boys come together. It indeed was fun to pull some legs of each other.
It was soon dark & after a quick bath all of us headed out of the farm for dinner, full with punjabi & south Indian food, we were sure the night would be an exciting feature to look forward to. Poor vinit was the first one to sleep, hehehe we emptied the entire Colgate paste on him. The photo session when the lights were of was also a thing I would remember. I mean simple men being ghost & spirits was a friendly affair indeed.


Ghosts of Dahanu

The remaining of the night was spent playing cards & bets being placed on wins & losses. Some of them still owe my due victories...
Next day was the one I shall remember for long. Breakfast is all what we needed badly but the hotel was way out & none of us intended to go out. So all of us got together & decided to make sandwiches by ourselves, cutting tomatoes, applying butter on bread is something my mother shall surely be proud of.
Pool was the next thing on our minds, we then tied a rope to the trees surrounding the pool & hanged a bottle on it.
WE then divided ourselves as per our age & started playing the game where each team had to hit the bottle from a distance & the one who hits it 11 times first wins...hehehe & as always victory came natural to me. The dues of winning the bet is still pending.


Ghosts hitting the Army pool

With evening on its way, we all started packing our stuff & with funny & leg pulling memories we returned back to Mumbai where the hustle & bustle was ready to welcome us back.

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