Accidentally heard name of the place somewhere on net and
apart from this the only information that we had was that this place is
somewhere near Sariska reserve forest. So, after a rocky and enriching
drive through the desert forest of Sariska on a lovely winter morning, as we set
for the unknown and mysterious Bhangarh , we literally had no idea where we
were heading to. Although, we had number of explorations in the past where we
were not equipped with enough knowledge of the place, accommodations etc. but I
bet this one was complete blank. Surprisingly none of the locals we asked
around Sariska could give us any proper information about the place or
distance……a desperate attempt to bind together the various broken information
finally helped us heading for a supposedly right direction.
So real yet so strange
Four of us on the old and trusted friend my Alto LX started with the maximum speed possible. But very soon the ‘highway’ nature of the road turned into a slow bumpy ride. A sunny winter day, the more we went more we found population decreasing, only some occasional view of village women with their colorful attire carrying stones, sand and digging while some fat men sitting on chair smoking. With the sun right on the top of our head we were felling hungry already. Still no sign of the Bhangarh at any of the direction board or milestone (hardly there were any) we stopped by a dhaba like structure after around two hours drive. As feared, here also the people have never heard about Bhangarh and we left just after a rather forgettable lunch with mixed anticipation.
Four of us on the old and trusted friend my Alto LX started with the maximum speed possible. But very soon the ‘highway’ nature of the road turned into a slow bumpy ride. A sunny winter day, the more we went more we found population decreasing, only some occasional view of village women with their colorful attire carrying stones, sand and digging while some fat men sitting on chair smoking. With the sun right on the top of our head we were felling hungry already. Still no sign of the Bhangarh at any of the direction board or milestone (hardly there were any) we stopped by a dhaba like structure after around two hours drive. As feared, here also the people have never heard about Bhangarh and we left just after a rather forgettable lunch with mixed anticipation.
As the Sun slowly leaning towards the horizon we found ourselves
on a narrow country road, occasional camel cart and small village huts…….like a
invisible magical wall we found ourselves driving through a completely
different world…….right through the hearts of the day to day life a remote
Rajasthan village …far away from the modern life and cities…..women busy in
their day to day work….men and aged people chatting on the veranda …..under a
monster tree a villagesarpanch with
huge white mustaches talking circled by the excited villagers……and you can
easily make out you are not in a Bollywood film-set and everything around is
much so real and yet so strange and different from what we see in our regular
life.
One look at the meter and we knew out initial estimation of
Bhangarh being around 30/40 km from Sariska went for a toss and we have already
crossed over 30 km……..and I was sincerely doubtful how far the remaining petrol
can carry us…..as finding a petrol pump amongst these tiny village paths was as
good as finding kangaroo at Saiska forest….. (And moreover, we have not found
even a tractor for the last 45 minutes.) A strange passion and anticipation
kept us going and how I back my decision today, as we will always cherish that
experience and feelings in life. One good thing came out by that time, we were
ensured finally by a 10/12 years kid out to ride his goats’ that we were indeed
going towards the right direction and all we needed to do was to find Ajabgarh first. Slowly , even the tiny villages
and occasional villagers disappeared and all we had picturesque landscapes all
around rocky uneven grounds , small grasses and age-old tress.
One look at the meter and we knew out initial estimation of
Bhangarh being around 30/40 km from Sariska went for a toss and we have already
crossed over 30 km……..and I was sincerely doubtful how far the remaining petrol
can carry us…..as finding a petrol pump amongst these tiny village paths was as
good as finding kangaroo at Saiska forest….. (And moreover, we have not found
even a tractor for the last 45 minutes.) A strange passion and anticipation
kept us going and how I back my decision today, as we will always cherish that
experience and feelings in life. One good thing came out by that time, we were
ensured finally by a 10/12 years kid out to ride his goats’ that we were indeed
going towards the right direction and all we needed to do was to find Ajabgarh first. Slowly , even the tiny villages
and occasional villagers disappeared and all we had picturesque landscapes all
around rocky uneven grounds , small grasses and age-old tress.
Doomed Village on the way
Tired and excited a chilling wind passed through our spine as we
drove passed a complete village without a single heart beating. Around 3 km
from the village Alto 2807 was made a sudden stopped. There lied a ghostly
tree, around 100 years old as it seemed, on a side of the road and this was not
what made us stopped; but a very small kid was sitting below the tree out of
nowhere. Finding someone and more so a kid so small at the given situation was
so unexpected that we were thrilled. We were amazed to see the kid did not utter
a word in spite of our repeated asking and probing. He stayed unmoved.
Confused, after some clicks of him and the place we continued our amazing
journey.The next stop was due to a over flowing local river, water flowing right across the road took us some time to decide weather our can take it…and as always it did not disappoint us a bit and crossed the location comfortably.
And thus we reached Spooky Bhangarh
A good 72 km though that unforgettable journey finally enabled us
to reach Bhangarh…..we were more than pleased to find a couple of more
travelers and a few locals there. A place worth all those stress and hard work had every reason to
be called the most hunted place in this south Asian country. Monkeys and
Indian langoors had been living with a perfect symphony with the spirit (and
spirits?) of Bhangarh for ages.
An entire township planned somewhere in the pages of History,
hidden at the most interiors of Rajasthan were truly magical. As the sun
touches the horizon, a mystic light all around, you would definitely love to
believe all those story and magic standing at the foothills of Great Bhagrh
fort.
