The first place we went
to this village called Sujapur.
Mohsin had made
arrangements for us to travel by a Rickshaw to Sujapur. It is a few km away
from Hussein Tekri. Why Sujapur, there is a small Dargah atop a hill. The Dulha
Dawal Shah Dargah.
We exited the highway on
the small village road leading to Sujapur. We were greeted with lush green
fields, mango trees, windmills and to top it cool winds in the afternoon.
Windmills, not one, not two but beyond count. A small road leads to the base
village of the Dargah in Sujapur. Though the road is made of tar it is still
uneven.
The village is very
scenic. A cluster of houses make up the village. Farming is the main profession
here. The village has both Muslim and Hindu communities staying together. National
Integration, I am loving it. You will be eager t know, how I know this, there
is a temple and Dargah in its premises.
A series of steps leads
to the hilltop which offers mind blowing view of the place. Climbing the steps
will test your knees to the core. But if you have knee issues, you need not
worry as uneven tar road will take you to the top.
The hilltop offers a
beautiful 360 degree view of the place. The cluster of houses in the villages,
the windmills and the lake make a beautiful scene. This bought a smile across
my face. This is one of the reasons why I came on this trip.
Mohsin and his family
offered prayers in the Dargah, while my friend accompanied me on my photo
session. My friend the Panasonic TZ11.
I walked to one of the
windmills and got amazing photos of the sun light breaking through the clouds. Not
sure what the energy is used for.
I sat under the shade of
the tree, thinking how people lead a life here. I don’t mind staying in a
village. It will for sure heal me from the mobile phone illness cut me off
social media sites. Though the life they
lead is difficult as compared to us urbanites. But that doesn’t stop them. They
have been living it and will continue to live it.
There is a school in the
village, so the children are going to school to study which is a good sign.
Literacy rate is going up; again that brings a smile across my face.
Sometimes we should keep
mother earth the way it is. It serves a refreshing break to us urbanites. Even in the city of Mumbai we have hillocks
which are either demolished or soon to be demolished to make way for
skyscrapers. But most of them go
unoccupied as the people have no buying capacity. Then what’s the use of erasing
the hillock. Man’s Greed knows no boundaries.
Soon Mohsin’s prayer
meeting was over and we then decided to head back. Again Mohsin’s brothers and
I came down the stairs while the others came down the road.
On the way we did a
detour to refresh ourselves in the waters. We shared the waters with a herd of
buffaloes and also bikers who were washing their bikes here.
In a distance on the
hill where the windmills are located I could see something in white, when I
zoomed in with my camera, I saw that it was a herd of cattle grazing on the
green pastures there.
Wasim, Satish and Nadeem,
had a good time in the water, by the time they were out they were totally wet.
So we made them sit together isolating them from us, else we would all be wet.
Soon we were on the
Highway again.
