It is a simple story that I have narrated to a few and they could surely feel the vibe.
It was late afternoon I was sitting with my friends in a room after college with dull lights and fan making the typical cacophony of its own. I must say AR Rahman is a brilliant artist after all ,the chirping of birds in one of his songs made us miss the mountains we had never been to… Kasol.
Yes we planned then and there to leave to Kasol from Delhi on an overnight road trip. How wonderfully the butterflies in our heads jumble when we plan something extravagant and as random as mood swings of a girlfriend. We packed our bags and left for the hills, stopping by Murthal was the first pinch to our photography session. Well the trip was perfectly framed under the name of a road documentary shoot which we supposedly tried and ended up with a lot more to take back in our houses of sanity.
Stopping by a Dhaba in Punjab we met Mandal, who was more than a waiter. I talked to him a long time. He was from a village in Bihar and used to record songs for Bhojpuri movies there but sadly could get no recognition under dominant banners.He sang to us songs and we enjoyed Daal Makhni and Paranthe at 2:00am with no roof above ,siting on the Charpai.
Our plan remained the same to catch the sun rising in the hills. Gear up! And the tyres were rolling into action across the highway with other cars passing by like flies.The moment got slow and succumbed into dark, and with heavy eyes one after the other,dozing off.
Uth Jao yaar and less did I know i was about to witness the best feeling of my life.
Trust my imagination on this while I take you to the hills right now. My dark sleep was touched by motherly warm rays and we approached the valley with mountains on both sides and the river roaring with water parallel to the road. How magnificent as well as homely did the SUN feel coming up between the mountains . A strange splash of blue,orange then yellow and then white as it shined. Just as a scared kid pops his eyes out of the book while hiding his face -the sun pierced through the sky to reach high. The tyres were still rolling and only thing i could do was see the sun and give a faint smile of,(as if) owning it.
That was the prettiest morning we could ever have. Thanks to AR Rahman,he sent us there.