Saturday, June 06, 2015

Har Ki Dun - our first Himalayan Trek

With great trepidation we embarked on our first trek to the Himalayan region of Uttarakhand. A place called Har ki Dun, which means Valley of the Gods.
The trip started on the wrong foot with Sona getting a vicious dog bite on the previous evening of our journey. Lot of speculations, phone calls to my brother and ifs and buts preceded our travel. Finally we all reached Mumbai, from where we had booked the evening train to Delhi to meet the other trekkers in the group for the train to Dehradun.

The trek to this place brought us closer to nature, the God that I believe in, and the people living here. Simple living, where power and internet connectivity has not yet touched their lives, where happiness is measured in "toffees" that the village children ask when you encounter them, where life is entwined with nature and the weather. Rain, hail, snow storms or a clear day with fluffy clouds kissing the mountain tops we got it all in this 5 days of bliss. Enjoy the pictures

Har Ki Dun - Valley of the Gods

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Monday, January 26, 2015

Birding in the mangroves

As inconspicuous an area as it sounds, the "Bhandup Pumping Station" is a treasure trove for birders. A small left diversion after the Mulund - Airoli junction on the Eastern Express highway leads one into the mangroves lining Mumbai's coastline.
Waiting for the sun
I ventured into this birding spot after some googling. Took the morning BEST bus no 373 from Mulund (W) where I had stayed overnight till the Airoli-Mulund Flyover. Reached the bustop while it was still dark and started walking along the well lit road. I could see two morning walkers ahead of me and that gave me confidence. There were a couple of shanties on the left probably housing the salt pan workers. The tar  road reached the gates of the treatment plant and the walkers turned around to go back. I was at a dead end until I saw a trail on the left. This went around the treatment plant and further into the mangroves and finally to another tar road along the perimeter of the plant but from outside it.

Trail leading to a small temple of the local fishermen (Kolis)
There was a water body with some Egrets to the left. I decided to take the trail to the left of this road instead of going on the tar road. This trail got narrower with dried grass lining the trail and water on both sides of the road. A Common Kingfisher flew off on hearing my steps. Daylight had started breaking in and I was getting more confident.

I was not in shoes and some part of the trail was wet with muddy slush which made it worse. I could see a small temple at the far end of this trail without a soul. Two large water bodies on either side of this temple had some Black winged Stilts and Egrets.
White Cheeked Bulbuls - lots of them in these mangroves

Lot of White Cheeked Bulbuls were singing occasionally disturbed by a Black Drongo. I waited for the sun to make its way up and light the whole scene. The Common Kingfisher from the trail road had followed me here too. The water body was bereft of any waders other than the occasional Egret and the Stilts. As I waited patiently alone with only the Bulbuls and Crows to give me company, I wondered whether to  go back. Was also not sure if the tide affected the narrow trail and the wet portion of the road could actually disappear under water if that was the case..

Little Egret
Suddenly I saw a local coming along the trail that I had taken with some load on his head. This gave me some confidence and soon after another person with a camera and binoculars materialised. Advait Marathe, was to be my companion and guide for the rest of the morning. He had come here before and knew the trails. I was lucky to have him and we waited together for some time. A Bayshrike and the Common kingfisher came back as the light got better. Advait suggested that we go back to the other side and I gladly agreed. We made our way through the same trail and got an Ashy Prinia along the way. A Little Egret had landed on the this road and foraging on the ground giving us some good snaps. I could see the yellowish green feet which is one of the difference between the Little Egret and the Intermediate or Great Egret apart from the black beak.
Baya weaver Female

A flock of Black headed Ibis and Spoonbills flew overhead without any plans of landing nearby. We reached the other side of the mangrove back to the tar road. Advait led me to another trail which was more walkable and spotted a Purple Heron far away on a tree top craning its neck straight out of the dense foliage like a dinosaur.

Red Avadavat (Munia) male and female
Spotted a group of female Baya Weavers in a bush along the right. Another birder with a huge Zoom had stationed himself to get flight shots of the  gulls. But the large water body to the right of this trail was without any Flamingoes or Pied Avocets. Some Terns / gulls were hovering around and occasionally landing on the water. Advait suggested going back along the Tar road to the end of the Pumping station periphery as there was a possibility of getting some water birds there. As we walked back we saw a group of small birds foraging feverishly on the ground. We dropped down on all fours and spotted the Red Avadavat (Munia)with his harem. What luck !! A lifer for me.And some good shots as well.
This was total vasool until a crow scared away this bunch into the bushes.

Garganey (far left) and pair of  Yellow Spot billed ducks
It was getting hot and we made out way to the last spot, the dead end of the tar road. Saw some Wood Sandpipers, Plovers along the stream to the right of this road. The end of this stream and road had dense foliage on the other side and a Spot billed duck pair with a Garganey. Well, no luck with any other waders.

It was 10:30 AM and an end to a productive birding session. We made our way back to Advait's bike parked near the Pumping station gate, sparing me a walk in the sun to the highway. It was a treasure trove of birds hidden in the teeming Urban city of Mumbai and at such close proximity to the highway.
The Pied Avocets and Flamingoes had been missed but I was in for a surprise the next day.

Sunday afternoon, as I drove from Mulund, en route to Kalina, with my brother's 150-500 mm lens next to me (which I had borrowed for the Karnala - Uran session earlier in the day) I decided to take a quick 15 min. diversion into the Pumping station. I now knew that the road was good to drive and got tempted. More importantly wanted to try my luck with the 150-500 mm lens.

As I reached the water body a flock of more than 50 Lesser Flamingoes were cruising on the far end !
No Where to Go ! As rapid construction is displacing
the mangroves and water bodies around Mumbai
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Could not believe my luck and tried to get the best out of the lens. There was a flock of Stilts who flew off on my approach otherwise not a soul in sight as I thought of trying my luck again till the far end where we had seen the Garganey and Spot Billed ducks. Saw a Western Reef Egret and the same Spot billed ducks. I was getting late as I made my way back to the car, an Ashy Prinia and another bird attracted my attention. The other bird was ID'ed by Advait later as a Yellow Eyed Babbler which I had only heard the previous day. Another lifer for me.

Yellow Eyed Babbler

The lonely road. Far end of the Pumping station





I reached the car and reluctantly made my way back to the highway, back to where we humans reside, pollute, multiply and destroy.
This brief diversion had transported me again to the wonderful world of birds and I wanted to remain here.


More pics here

Sunday's Karnala Uran pics here

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Mumbai Meri Jaan !

Strange as it may sound, it is my 6th year of running SCMM and never once did I blog about this..

Having shifted to Pune in 2000 I am still a Mumbaikar at heart and mumbai marathon lets me experience Mumbaikars at their best. Lining the whole route, cheering and lending support with all the help that they can, most outstation runners remember this part of the run vividly and encourage other runners who have never run Mumbai to attempt it at least once.

Therefore SCMM 2015 once again found me at the start point, albeit without my friends, Umesh and Parag, who have accompanied me on so many outstation events. Umesh lost his mother three weeks back and was not prepared mentally to join us although his training had been top notch. He would have definitely burnt the tracks and done a sub 4:00 if not for the personal loss. Without their company the train journey from Pune to Mumbai wasn't the same but was nonetheless made interesting by others from PTC.

Coming back to Mumbaikars support, some of the unforgettable moments, of the many, worth mentioning are,


  • Three senior citizens on the harmonica playing "Saare Jahan Se Accha ..."
  • A group of residents in the parking lot of their apartment with one person singing classic Bollywood numbers sans music " Chalte chalte mujhe koi mil gaaya tha ..."
  • The Indian Navy band and "Bhaag Milkha Bhaag in the still of the dawn at Marine Drive gave me goose pimples.
  • The sad look on a small girl’s face standing at the divider when nobody took her bottle of water. Brought a shy look to her face when I stopped and patted her and the parents opposite the road clapped at her J
  • "Aap ko medal milenga, Bhaago " screamed another Mumbaikar with a medal around his neck at the 41 km point as I was walking and saving energy for the final 500 m sprint :-)
  • The plates of salt and oranges, glucose biscuits, chocolates. 
  • Small girls dressed in cheerleader attire with pom poms
  • My brother's neighbour, Shakila, from Kalina supporting her Topgear MIG club flagging me and supporting with ice and cold water to drink.
  • The lady holding this placard "Run ! I just farted !"

and many more.

Wish I had a camera to capture all this. Maybe next time.

Hats off to all the people from Mumbai coming out to cheer us. Without you SCMM would be just any other marathon event across the country. Thanks for making it special !