For the last couple of weeks I have been meaning to go somewhere and do something different on the weekend rather than just head to a pub or a restaurant and chill out. I invited a few office colleagues for a day long trek to Tungareshwar falls near Mumbai. The plan was to leave early on Sunday morning. Yes, you may think I am crazy to wake up at 5 am on a Sunday, but I just wanted to get out of town.
There were four of us (Peanut Butter, Jelly, Brother Grimm, and Fire Breathing Dragon a.k.a. me) were going for the trek. All of us met up at the Andheri station and took the train to Vasai. I thought that rather than plan the entire trek, it would be more fun to explore the area as the day progressed. But alas, Peanut Butter was not entirely happy with the idea and was quite perturbed that there was no concrete plan in place. In any case, after a forty minute train journey we reached Vasai. From there, we first took a local bus and then an auto rikshaw to reach the foothills. The auto-rikshaw driver told us that there was a Shiva temple and a waterfall about 3 kms away and it would be a pleasant trek. So there we were, all set to go.
To start the trek, we had to cross a bridge on a stream with gushing water. Just as we were about to go across, we saw a group of college going kids also getting ready for the trek. We thought it would be best to get a head start and not get caught behind them. But Jelly had other plans. I started crossing the bridge and was followed by Brother Grimm. A few seconds later we heard a noise. I turned back, and what did I see? Jelly had some how managed to fall off the bridge into the stream. After getting him out, we got the details of the fall. Our man had decided to jump from a one rock to another- a mini leap of faith of sorts. On landing, Jelly twisted his ankle and instead of stopping and falling right there, and possibly breaking his face, he bounced and wobbled about for a couple of feet till he completely lost his balance and fell. I could not help but laugh at the whole incident. Picture it in your head and I am sure even you'll be doing the same thing. If someone had shot a video, it would have gone viral within minutes and become the next big thing after Rebecca Black on all social networking websites. Fortunately, Jelly did not get hurt/ bruised anywhere during his clumsy balancing act. Unfortunately, his ankle was badly sprained.
Meanwhile, Jelly had suddenly become the darling of the paparazzi. College kids were taking out their DSLR cameras and were furiously clicking photos of Jelly. But since he cut a very sorry picture, the group decided to move on and began taking snaps of cows sitting on the other side of the stream. After about five minutes, I asked Jelly to move his ankle to see what condition it was in. I even asked him to walk around to find out whether he could come with us for the trek. Yes, I was a bit pushy, but only a tad bit. Jelly was about to walk when Peanut Butter stepped in. She was the Knight in Shining Armor, and was there to protect the wounded damsel (Jelly) in distress from the Fire Breathing Dragon (a.k.a. me). (By the way Jelly also happens to be Peanut Butter's boss.) She empathized with Jelly and ordered the Dragon to shut up. How could I not understand how painful a sprained ankle feels? Even though Jelly had not raised his voice, Peanut Butter decided that she could not let the Dragon dictate terms to poor old Jelly. Apologies for getting melodramatic, but had there been a sword, Peanut Butter would have thrust it in my gentle caring heart.
It was decided that Jelly head back home. Brother Grimm, who was silent all this while, and I volunteered to fetch an auto rikshaw while Peanut Butter lent a shoulder of support to Jelly and helped him get to a safe location. After about fifteen to twenty minutes we found a guy who was willing to take Jelly to the closest railway station. The plan was that he would go home and the three of us would continue the trek. After all, all of us had woken up early on a Sunday and had come this far. Continuing on the trek seemed the logical thing to do. Or so I thought. Peanut Butter had had enough of the Dragon and she was in no mood to go along with him especially when Jelly was in pain. Citing the inauspicious start, the incessant rain and the utter lack of planning, Peanut Butter decided it was best to head back with Jelly.
And thus, came to an end, Peanut Butter and Jelly's trek.