As a child I always heard stories of my friends
going to their village for vacations, I never had such stories because I didn't
know my village! For me village was Pune where grandparents used to stay. But
about 6 years ago my grandmother passed. In her last days all she would do is
talk about old times and memories. In one of those memories she mentioned that
we have an ancestral temple in a small village near Khopoli-Pen, in Maharashtra.
She also mentioned that my grandfather's great grandfather had a big house
there. But after she passed away, her wish/idea to find this place was
forgotten! Only until recently her idea was forgotten. At one family get
together, this whole topic came up and so did all the bad feelings of not
having a 'gaav' as was called my childhood friends in Marathi!
Finally this Diwali with all the back and froth, we
decided to go and find the place! So I went on my trusted friend, guide Google
Maps, and luckily it knew where my village was, I was so glad and amazed as
well. A very small village on the Khopoli-Pen Road in Maharashtra and yet Google
managed to find it for me. After narrowing the distance, place to halt etc. we
decided to make it a one day trip! So on Thursday, 12th November, after
managing to get up at 6 in the morning, me mom and dad left our house at
7.30am. As they saw breakfast is the most important meal of the day, we decided
to have a good and healthy one at my dad's college hangout place at Matunga
east. Sharda Bhavan, a small Udipi joint, which I think, has the best idlis! We
hogged on the food, idlis, upma, dosa and coffees! With happy tummies, around
an hour’s drive on the Mumbai- Pune express highway, my ipad said please take a
sharp right after the Khalapur toll. After the right, we were on the
Khopoli-Pen highway after around half an hour came a right to my village road.
The varsai road from the main road was so under developed it barely fit one
vehicle, filled with dust and stones and no street lights but on the plus side
parallel to the road is a river called Bal- Ganga. On the end of the road, we
reached the main market chowk of Varsai.
A small one of those typical villages, which have
tiled roof houses, with courtyards, happy faces in the harsh sun, which is
barely found in our cities. Honestly it was like a very small village with no
computers or Internet, no fast food joints barely any cars like a village in
the 1990’s.
But the people living there were so amazing and
warm. They welcomed with open arms showed us around their an entire ‘waada’
i.e. a huge house with an courtyard with an tulsi plant in the middle, a well
outside the house and the farms ahead of that. Then we went to our family
temple, which was almost looked one of the houses of the village. There was an
simple idol of the elephant headed God with a small lamp light. After finishing
all our prayers, we sat in the temple for 20 minutes, on the rock floor and I
was so at peace. Ironically whenever I go in the Temples of Mumbai or Pune,
which are filled with lights, places to sit like marble benches or even ACs in
few, there is no peace but here there was all peace and you could feel the god
with you there. In the month of Magh i.e a month according to Marathi calendar
which comes between January and February, there is a festival in this temple,
which is a great fun! Then of course how can I leave a place without eating so
we went back to waada, and the aunty there made yummy typical Marathi style
batata pohe and tea! With a little resentment of not being able to stay in our ancestral
house, we left back for Mumbai. But the sad news is that this village soon
being uprooted and moved to a higher place as there is dam built on the river
which will cause the level to rise and the place will be under water.
Here are the photos from the trip I managed to
click!
Yummy idli!
Udipi ambience
Anna!
Our Lord.
Unusual sitting position
Road to the Temple
Village Scenes!