Working with a rehab centre for spastics named SANGOPITA and its residential centre being located in Bendshil, I m supposed to visit there often to impart therapy to the mentally & physically challenged children.
It goes this way that after I am done with my job in day care centre, I have to rush to the residential one, yelling on the driver to be quick as most of the times he’s found busy enjoying his share of tea upstairs. The journey starts at around 11:30 am in the morning, takes around 15 to 20 minutes to reach there, and those few minutes are like the precious eternal moments stolen from the stormy reckless life that doesn’t render a micromilli second of the very abstract that claims to wait for none!
Bendshil is a small village in the interiors of Badlapur city. Taking right turn from the well equipped Kondeshwar highway goes a narrow single road with curves at unusual points which serves as the means of transport for the handful of vehicles passing by as well as the pedestrians, and yet no one complains of the ill-infrastructure coz for them this thin path with large chunks of holes at every next step itself is not less than a bliss!!
I prefer to catch hold of the front seat, just next to the driver coz that’s the only one which prevents you from the sudden jerks on your backbone and while peeping out of the window I find the folks leading their lives in a totally different entity.
INITIALLTY I used to look out so as to breathe a sigh of relief and provide my eyes behind the spectacles with its basic need as I had heard somewhere that looking at green helps you getting minus your specs. SLOWLY it drew me to the deeper levels of biosphere and I started moving more and more closer to the endowment named NATURE. Houses made up of mud and thatched roofs, and through its dark opening is visible a little cradle kept aside, probably the infant taking nap says thanks to the silence in the vicinity when he sneezes producing a small ‘achchoo’ sound and then going back to sleep again! Heaps of fodder for the grazing cattle dumped on bare soil, that’s partly wet due to the scanty raindrops showered over it during the wee hours of dawn; and glimpses of the 21st century bullock carts, with horns painted red and blue and garlands entangled around their necks, are few of those things that give this lovely incredible rural piece of land a total thumbs up!.. I bet it gives a fairly good competition to the one depicted in the picturesque landscapes! There’s a primary school also named ‘Nagar Parishad Vidyalaya’, and the tiny tots there may not have the privilege to step into the elite Carmel Convent nearby, but again, are unmatchable in their own sphere of balancing between their studies and household chores laden on them right from the time of their first cry!
Adoring every aspect of this beautiful small arena (pun intended), what I hate the most are the hollow voids dug out in the roads which leads my back to go through hell; spondylitic changes I can feel without the Cobb’s Angle being detected over Roentgenographic examination!
Now as every good thing comes to an end, so had to this journey. Can’t compare the oldie van to Sukhoi Supetjet, but yeah, it’s certainly not less than the reliable ‘Dhanno’!!
As the destination comes nearer, I start thanking God that my paraspinals and vertebrae are still perfectly aligned in their normal position, and start cursing the ‘TIME’, humming these lines inside – ‘aye jaate huye lamho, zara thehro, zara thehro’.
I think the proverb is much correctly said ‘all is well that ends well’, and so was this small fabulous expedition that was no less than a maze!
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