Best Moments Elsewhere - Chapter 2

It was a dream, a dream I used to see when I was a kid. In a farm, on a cozy sofa or lying down in the
dry grass, watching the sky move. The clouds its cars, the wind its roads. The birds wake you up in the
morning, the sound from the river is your morning radio. The dream was partially fulfilled on the fields
of Somepalli. With a few of my friends, I went on a getaway on the last weekend of May 2018, away
from everything online. Stories were told, they were heard, they were lived in that green forest full of
ripe mango trees and lush green cover.




This place is some 70 kms further north from the Bengaluru Airport, a full two and a half hours drive
from Koramangala, the bustling town with home and office.




We were eight people, some had not met a lot of others, but this excursion paved way for conversation
in person, not on electronic gadgets. The cool breeze (weather in Bangalore is almost as good as it
can get these days), the hopping shadows and intermittent rains were a symbol of how much nature
has to offer in entertainment and is formidably competitive to Netflix & Marvel Universe.
We were tired almost completely by the time we reached there, but the scenic beauty literally brought
back our breaths (instead of taking them away). I am not a nature loving person, but sometimes it
really presents a good case to fall in love with it.


It was around 2:30 in the afternoon when we reached, we were presented with a luscious meal
with excellent Chicken curry and some brilliant other items that was better than more than 90%
food I had eaten in the restaurants in Bangalore. That goes to show how recipes and the patience in
making them is far more important than the zomato ratings. The service staff there were farmers
who took time from their daily work to server us lunch and setup our beds. As we lay on a sofa,
watching the view of the farms and the sky and the mountains, all our fatigue melted away.






For the entire day, we all just chilled out with some entertainment mediums we had brought with us
from the city. Can’t name them here. Hand-in-hand with the person you love and in constant chit-chat
with your oldest friends, those moments gave me a feeling of premium leisure, something that cannot
be matched or upgraded for more joy or happiness. Even though I was constantly in fear of
encountering a lizard or snake or frog, I was not worried about the future, but living in the moment in
a carefree mood and leaving the world to a new land. We did face a couple of frogs though and it
took real efforts to move them out of the room.

On the next morning, we went to the pool (after another amazing breakfast). It was not a good one,
but had clean water and was waist high. It was actually a reservoir for that farm’s irrigation. But
some human dirt won’t bother the plants, so everyone jumped in and had an hour of fun to remember.
We found a small air ball from the house and used it to play our own version of water polo, which was
basically hitting the other person as hard as possible with it.








Intermittently, Abhishek lost his mind a little bit and started splashing water on everyone by smashing his hands in the water. Well, the empire struck back.




In the evening, we all went to the lake nearby (its around 2-3 kms by walk and trek). We look a long
walk in a breezy weather and got some real nice ones.




Well, honestly saying we should have left an hour earlier because by the time we reached the lake,
it was already sundown and as soon as I saw the alligators resting on a small rock in the middle of
the lake, I forgot everything except the path back to the farm house. I came back to the main road,
asked a farmer for a lift to the farm house on his bike. I immediately went back, tried to forget the giant
claws and jaws and picture good things in life like lily flowers, school mark sheet or the person holding
my hand. We took some nice pictures on our way to the lake and they worked really well in forgetting
the giant reptiles. However, the others took some nice photos on the lake.


Bubbly Deepali (Special mention) :-   

Don't know her enough to nickname :-

Newly engaged (no longer singhal) :- 

The next morning, after a hearty breakfast, we came back with Sharmaji going berserk on Punjabi
songs. He literally left the steering wheel to show his dance moves as the songs changed its beats.
It was tough to get him off the dancing adrenaline and get us back home safely, but we managed.
This was my second trip to anywhere with the special woman (PFB) and many more are to come.



When I went back to office the next day, I felt so refreshed and rebooted, I was able to think more
clearly and brought a new perspective on how I solved the problems I had. When I had offered some
money to the farmer who dropped me on his bike on the way back from the lake, he refused and
said (something in Kannada) he won’t take it. He shook my hand and left. I realised at that moment
how hollow my thinking and needs are and the smile on his face was more peaceful than any I could
ever conjure in my lifetime.

PS: It was impossible to call or send/receive messages from that place and within a radius of 1km.

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