Chapter 1: Hum Kis Galli Jaa Rahe Hain
Find the grape! |
I started hunting for cabs which could
drop me to Sula but I only got some super high quotes in return. The Nashik district
court is just adjacent to the CBS. A rally in progress was approaching
towards the court. Policemen were clearing off the road for the rally
to march ahead peacefully. I crossed on to the other side because I didn't want to be stuck besides the rally. On the other side just
opposite to the district high court main gate, I saw this new
delicacy, probably a Nashik specialty– the Pav Wada. Huge buns were
being dipped into besan and then straight into the huge kadhai –
the view was stupendous! I didn't take much interest in tasting the thing because I had just refilled myself at lunch and after all it is just a pav coated with besan and without their best buddy – Potato!
I looked up Uber and Ola estimates to Sula and decided to book one of these. Little did I know that I was making a big mistake!
I looked up Uber and Ola estimates to Sula and decided to book one of these. Little did I know that I was making a big mistake!
A vineyard just in front of Sula's administrative office. |
Chapter 2: Solo at Sula
Sula Vineyards - 0 km! |
Sula is a beautiful and a peaceful place. They have touring and tasting sessions in batches. The tour costs Rs. 100 and wine tasting costs you Rs. 250 in which you get to taste and know six varieties of wines. My tour session started at 2.30 pm followed by wine tasting at 3. The tour only concentrated on the wine making process but it would have been great if they had also showed us some of their fields and demonstrated about how the different types of grapes are cultivated. I loitered around the place for about an hour and got out of Sula.
During the wine tasting session |
There is no facility to go
back to the city. No autos, no buses or cabs. I waited at the gate
for an hour when luckily two cabs came in and stopped by. I asked one
of them and set out back to CBS. So, coming to Sula in a pre-booked vehicle which can drop you back to the city would be a good idea.
My friend was en route at 5.30 pm from Pune and
his estimated time of arrival in Nashik was not before than 10.30 pm. I reached back
CBS at 6.30 pm in the evening. In a quick chat with the cab driver on my
return, I decided that I shall go to Trimbakeshwar – one of the twelve
Jyotirlingas and the origin of the River Godavari – my family kuladevi.
Chapter 3: Har Har Mahadev!
It was pitch black dark at 6.30 pm and
I was half way away from the holy temple. There is a separate bus
terminal for Trimbakeshwar from Nashik called the Mela Bus Stand and buses are plied continuously on this route. There was already a bus ready to go but there were
no empty seats. Many people were waiting out for the next bus but there was no queue. I
took popcorn and started munching. The next bus came after about 15 minutes. People started rushing towards the bus even before
the bus stopped. I somehow took a good position and went
inside the bus. I could see many empty seats inside but they were all
hypothetical. There were two types of empty seats – One booked by handkerchiefs
or backpacks and the other booked by good friends. The number of seats booked by
friends has no limit – a school girl had booked the entire last row
for her friends – brilliant! One more popcorn!
When the next bus arrived, I was in
mucho spartan mode. I saw to it that I got a window seat before any friend, handkerchief or a backpack. An old lady had pushed in a huge
luggage bag somehow through the window to book two seats. Nobody
knows how many seats does a handkerchief or a backpack book because they don't tell you that. The teller - in this case, the old lady wanted two seats but a man fought for one of the seat. After much
argument, of course the old lady won!
The main entrance at the Trimbakeshwar Mandir |
At Trimbak |
After lunch, nothing had gone into my stomach apart from the masala popcorn at the bus stand. It was time to eat. I was missing a vada pav from long – a good and a hot vada pav. I could see stalls with vadas and the pav vadas that I had mentioned earlier but I wanted hot vadas. I stumbled upon a street vendor who was just doing that – ready to get those golden hot vadas out of the kadhai. Perfect timing! I ordered one. But my excitement was only till that first unfortunate bite. He said chutney but he put farsan inside the pav along with sweet chutney. I didn't know a vada pav could taste so grotesque till this point in my life. This guy had successfully devastated a legendary Mumbai delicacy.
There were 'garma garam kesar doodhs', 'chana jor garams', bhelwalas also on the street but then the vada pav
had suppressed all my urges to eat any of those. I could smell farsan
in all of them. I found a hotel - asked him whether the food would be hot and ordered the blissful dal rice.
Chapter 4: Visiting Some More Gods
The taste of Nashik. A street vendor near Kala Ram Mandir |
Not the kondaji chivda that every tourist in Nashik buys and takes home - this time I bought Vijay Bhel from Madhavji Chivda. We got to visit all good places and eat the nice and right things because of my friend's uncle who is a local in Nashik. He was extremely helpful and cordial. I also learned new games of cards at night courtesy my friend and his uncle.
The next day, after wrapping up the day 2 of workshop, it was time to leave. My return journey started at 8.45 pm and I was home at a super fast speed by midnight.
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