Last updated onFebruary 2nd, 2021 @ 06:18 pm
All those travels were sudden Or when you think that you have to avoid obstacles even if you decide beforehand. This time too, the departure for Maharashtra was the same. When a friend told me that her writing background was in Mumbai and the suburbs and asked if I was going to go there, I did not expect to be able to go on the trip. I said no, it was as usual. Then he is forced but I have no hope. I had just booked a lazy ticket. I was ready to go and see that there was no problem. My ‘betrothal’ (manasamatham) is in the afternoon for departure in the evening. Then I took it out and put it in the box and got ready quickly..
So I, Mustafa Mash, and his better half Zeenat Cherukode and my companion Santhoshettan set out for Vasai Road, a suburb of Mumbai. Following an evening of obscurity and daytime salt pads, we arrived at Vasai Road. There he remained in the level of Jayatan, a local of Santhoshettan, Kannur, in Suyog Nagar. This is the place where Santhosh worked and lived and worked for quite a long time. It was in that associate that I came here. Vasai (Fort Bassein) One night I went to see Vasai Fort. Just the remaining parts of the Vasai Fort (English name Basin Fort) remain today. It doesn’t resemble a château from the outset. A destroyed church on the side of the road. It appears so. Yet, numerous individuals come here to see the fortress and to sit and talk for some time. The post is accepted to have been underlying 1184 by the Yadava line. Nonetheless, the stronghold in its current structure was worked by the Portuguese in the seventeenth century to set up their maritime strength in the Arabian Sea.
Archaeological Survey of India protecting the fort now, that they had made an attempt to revive and protect this ruined fort. But it had been placed on hold following the controversy. It seems that this might have caused more damage to the fort. In any case, the fort seems like a skeleton of past memories or a castle of Dracula. The fort is sort of a place where nobody responsible looks back, with no safe places to climb or an area to take a seat or relax. We jumped through a hole on the straightforward way and reached the fort. There are many of us sitting inside. Some are wandering around. Inside are some people chopping toddy from palms. Large cans filled with toddy. We climbed over the fort wall up a secure way. many of us were walking around watching it. Inside the fort, three chapels still evoke memories of the past. These are samples of 17th century churches. there’s a temple outside the northern end of the fort. Some places are well covered with forest. it’s difficult to urge there. Yet we pulled up and somehow got there. Then there are some couples who have forgotten that ghost land and enjoyed life.
The fort was also a popular shooting location for Bollywood movies and songs. Akshay Kumar and Kareena Kapoor starrer Kambath Ishq, Shah Rukh Khan’s Josh, Kamoshi and Ramgopal Verma’s Mohanlal movie Aag were shot here. We spent a lot of time there. After that we went out and went to the beach at the back of the fort. At the entrance to that part, a large fort door now stands as if it had collapsed overhead. You have to cross it to get to the shore. The door has supports to prevent it from collapsing. We took pictures and went out. Junker boats and some fishing boats are anchored in the backwaters like orphans. We went back to spend the sunset. Then wandered through a fish market. Like Thiruvananthapuram, the fishmongers here are women.
On the third day, I went to Vajreshwari. Vajreshwari is a village located on the banks of the River Tansa in Bhiwandi Taluk, Thane District of Maharashtra. This place is also known as Vajrabhai. Vajreshwari is famous for its temples and hot springs. The village consists mainly of the local Marathi community and the tribes living in the nearby forest. The village of Vajreshwari is believed to have been formed as a result of a volcanic eruption. The hot springs here reinforce this belief. But devotees believe that baptism in this water cures diseases. According to that belief, a temple dedicated to Goddess Vajreshwari was built here and devotees started flocking there. If you are going to Vajreshwari from Vasai Road, it will take two hours to reach there.
After breakfast we reached the bus stand. It’s a long queue. It took up space. I got off after a long time but did not get a seat. But after leaving the city, there were enough seats. With the village views. After a short distance, there were only bricks around. Wempy bricks pile up in the distance to be part of the structure, and their faces turn red. Occasionally dry land also appeared. Uniformed students gather at some small markets. The villagers occasionally board the bus in their traditional attire. Before reaching Vajreshwari, a village festival is held in one place like the Pooram in our country. Trade and Views. Interrupted by road for some time. When we reached Vajreshwari, we landed. The auto has to go some distance. The auto was parked near a liquor store near the bathing area. I glanced at Santhoshettan’s face for not even keeping a distance. Santhoshettan laughed that this is how Bhai is here. Devotion and intoxication are intertwined here. We went straight to the hot spring. Fountain in various places. Each group bathes on its steps. Many people also bathe in the nearby river Tansa. A young monk meditates in a water mausoleum on a river. So we went around and went to the next ashram. Checking with a metal detector there. It is an American-influenced monastery. Photography is prohibited. I took the photo though. Went inside and looked around and hurried down. Dharavi and Kamatipuri at some point moved to roam the town and slums. Listening for an extended time, Dharavi Dharaveen . Earlier, once I visited Mumbai, I couldn’t see Dharavi. Now the grief was over and he was walking through the slums of Dharavi. this is often where the lifetime of the essential class infiltrates like worms. Most single-room houses. It’s all about cooking and watching TV. Front single door. the sole thanks to getting in and out are thru it. Washing and bathing within the Umra stone itself. All their reproductive activities therein single room. At one point he was seen making a fight the dimensions of a car’s tire. I also saw radishes being washed within the muddy water of the stream. I saw the board of a close-by dargah.
Then on the infamous Red Street. But the taxi driver said there were no sex workers there now. Everyone was evacuated and other trades were started. New constructions are coming now. Yet there are still some lives like the remnants of the old. At one point, i found four women were on the doorstep of a house, With a child. At first glance it remembers the Kamati Pura. The taxi driver stop the car and told us to get out of the car, wondering what might be on their minds as they drank tea with eyes burning with hope. We went downstairs and took a photo.
While walking to the fish market in Kamathi Puri,I saw old jeans being washed together in a big machine and repaired. In our country, nomads come to ask if there are old clothes, and when we see this, we realize that the old clothes we give are changing shape and coming back to the market. we reached Marina Beach , As the sun began to set, . It started to rain when the sea breeze blew over the sea. so I got up. We thanked Jayanthan and his Maharashtrian wife for providing four days’ free food and accommodation , and returned home.