The miracle of Gowlia tank Sai baba .

SMARAN :

I am a staunch believer of the fact that when you just think about Sai , somehow Sai reaches out to you through some medium , be it another Sai devotee , some signs via signboards or mention of Sai , Sainath mantra or his picture on some vehicles like tempos , autorickshaws etc . I am saying so since I have been experiencing this on regular basis .

In the month of June 2022, came my Old patient Rashna Iyer . She had messaged me a week before asking for an appointment since she was on her way to Shirdi and her tooth started hurting . When she returned back from Shirdi , she got Sai baba’s prasad for me . Before this visit , never ever did we exchange any conversations about Sai. But this time I somehow I told her about some of my past experiences with Sai baba and told her that I have to give her a Sai baba led plug lamp that I had kept for another patient & Sai devotee Shankar , who did not turn up past 3-4 months . Shankar was the one who had introduced me to Sat Sai charitram and insisted I buy it on Amazon earlier in December 2021 just few days before Datta Jayanthi in December 2021. After which I had done the Sat Sai charitram parayan in February 2022 and after the completion I gave these Sai led lamp plugs to 11 people . But 1 plug still remained with me , since shanker never came to clinic or met me either . So I gave this to Rashna . She was extremely happy and said that she had got no time to buy some souvenir of baba in Shirdi as it was a super fast darshan and trip back to Mumbai from Shirdi . Therefore her wish was completed through me by baba in this manner .

After this she narrated to me an incident of her life which changed her totally and ingrained in her soul , Sai baba’s faith .

Rashna’s husband died suddenly very young in his 30’s , while their two boys were very young around 4 & 8 yrs old respectively in the 90,s . Her whole world shattered and collapsed like a house of cards with this tragedy at the age of 27 . Just a few months had passed by after the demise of her husband that , her very good friend asked Rashna to come along with her and visit a Sai baba’s temple in town near Govalia tank in south Bombay. Rashna was very depressed and in no mood to go anywhere. She has lost interest in the external world and still had not recovered from this deep loss . Her friend also invited rashna’s sister and her kids to come along for this darshan . They both insisted and Rashna agreed . In fact Rashna was angry with god and had a lot of questions for the divine with respect to such tragic turn of events in her happy life . When they reached Sai baba’s temple near govalia tank , after taking the darshan of baba rashna’s friend gave the Prasad to all of them . In this temple the Prasad is kept wrapped in newspapers in the form of a “pudi”, for devotees to take away . So her friend picked a few of these , placed on one Rashna’s hand , another she gave to Rashna’s sister and gave away two to the kids . Rashna very uninterestingly took the Prasad pudi and came back home . In her Marol flat , she simply entered and kept the pudi on the dining table without even opening it to taste the Prasad . She switched on the tv , but just did not have the interest to watch anything . But after sometime she realised that she saw Sai baba coming in and out on the channel which was currently playing on the television. It was some serial or advertisement of some Sai baba’s serial flashing on that channel . She thought may be Sai baba was reminding her to go and have the Prasad . So she just said to Sai , “ ok baba , if you really want me to go and have that Prasad , I will go and have it , but why did you do this to me ? And how am I supposed to gather my disintegrated life ? How do I raise my tiny boys all alone with their father ?” Rashna opened the newspaper Prasad pudi with agitation and to her surprise she found her husband’s obituary inside that newspaper piece which was given a few months back . She just sat there and cried so hard and asked Baba for forgiveness. The all knowing & the all pervading Sai baba had given Rashna the assurance that “ don’t worry child , I am there with you . I have got your back !”

Rashna today has raised her two son’s so well , such that both her sons are in the USA and Canada respectively and are doing very well . She single handedly provided good education to them and is also an independent lady still working till date . Her faith in baba is truly an epitome of faith , patience and courage , that baba always wants us to inculcate in ourselves !

Baba’s ways are miraculously abstract . He is always there with us walking us through the tough times , just like a father or mother would patiently walk along and teach a child to learn how to walk . Each fall of the baby ,baba picks us up and walks along with us holding our hand until we get back on our feet and become good at it & confidently walk all alone .

I narrated Rashna’s story to my husband and we decided to go visit govalia tank Sai baba that very same weekend. At the back of my mind , I had this urge to receive some kind of message from Sai baba after visiting this temple . And hence baba had connected me and Rashna. The shrine was in inside a very old heritage building named Sai Krupa on Forjet street, was more than 100 yrs old . I had taken some flowers from my home garden to offer to baba . We also took a flower garland from outside the shrine .There was only one flower seller there . When we entered inside the shrine there were a different mystical vibe to this place . The idol of Sai baba was so life like that it felt as if baba is sitting there in person like a statue . The pujari there told us that baba’s facial expressions keep changing at different times. The shrine was built by a devotee who lived in this place which was converted into a Sai baba shrine later . He had met Sai baba in person in the early 1900s.

We offered our incense sticks , flowers and tulsi to baba’s padukas, and while leaving the Pujari gave a Prasad pudi to my husband Yatin . I had not seen this and understood this when we were walking towards our car . I immediately opened the Prasad pudi to find a message of Sai baba relevant to our life situation.

Baba is listening always ! You don’t have to call out his name in vaikhari . Simply remembering him through Madhyama is more than enough for him to guide you in life . He just wants our love with faith and Sai baba loves you back .

Om Sai Ram

Om draam dattatreyaya Namaha

Om Namaha shivaya

Om shri gurubhyo Namaha

It’s our dream project to build a home for the injured stray dogs , cats , cows & other animals and feed them and take care of these kind souls . Baba gave us the cue guiding us in that direction through this Prasad pudi .

I am updating this blog , since on 1st January, 2023 I visited Gowalia tank Sai baba once again .

We took darshan after visiting girgaon Phadke wadi Ganesh mandir and Swami ‘s kandewadi mutth. This time the prasad pudi that I received , seems to have no message. My five senses were expecting a miracle again . But alas I couldn’t decipher or decode anything, even if there was any message in that newspaper pudi .

The Mahalaxmi Kumkum smeared on the prasad pudi of Sai baba , which had the date of Saturday, 5th Nov, 2022

After this darshan visit , I retained the prasad pudi paper in my small sling purse . On the auspicious day of Makar Sankranti day around 12th ,13th , 14th January 2023 , I got the opportunity of visiting Kolhapur for a Satsang and took darshan of Ambabai Devi Mahalaxmi. A local vendor told me about the Devi’s Kumkum to be taken back home as her blessing . And lo! I had nothing to carry that Kumkum except for this Sai prasad pudi paper which I removed from that sling purse . I collected the Kumkum in that pudi paper and got it back home to MUMBAI .

I opened that pudi paper to empty the Kumkum into the tiny silver box which Mrs. Kamat had given me last year in July 2022 after my Amarnath yatra ride ( refer my another Sai baba blog : ek chutki sindoor ) . When I opened the paper I suddenly noticed the date on the same : “Saturday, 5th November, 2022”

That was the same day me and yatin had left for Girnar , Karthik Poornima Parikrama .

Shree gurudev Datta

Om Sai Ram .

What was significant about this day , was that just one day prior leaving for Girnar, I was suffering from severe back ache and tremendous discomfort and pain in the spine and was almost on the verge of cancelling my tickets . But I prayed to lord Dattatreya , to please make me do this Parikrama anyhow & it was a miracle that I did the 38 kms overnight tough Girnar Parikrama with the Grace of Sai baba , the incarnation of lord Dattatreya himself!

Last year I suffered from sciatica on the left side and was in pain from 8th OCTOBER 2022 till Makar Sankranti of 2023 . These three months were testing times and retrospectively Sai baba made me understand his leela after Makar Sankranti and thereafter my pain vanished .

Sai baba always has our back ( for me it’s in the literal sense 😊🙏)

Jai Jai Sai 🙏

My ticket of Saurashtra express , for reaching Gujarat, Junagadh via Rajkot for Girnar Karthik Parikrama

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Indo pak border k Bhediya bet nu Hanuman dada!

Indian Army + divine supernatural intervention + my visit to the border = an interesting fable or a tale in my riding journey.( just like my past accounts of interaction with the army )

On my ride to Kutch with the Bajaj Dominar team in march 2022, we visited the BHEDIYA BET HANUMAN DADA NU MANDIR located in Vighakot at the Indo Pakistan border .
The story goes way back to the 1971 indo pak war , where Indian Border security forces re established our Indian side border and when they had driven the Pakistani soldier into their side at Hanuman talai , one of the BSF soldiers dreamt of Hanumanji asking him to take him back with them , as no one took care of him here in Pakistan. So the jawan reported to his senior and told him about this dream .They knew that there was an abandoned Hanuman temple at hanuman talai and he agreed to take idol of hanuman with their camel cavalry to India .
As the cavalry was returning they halted at bhediya bet for the night and planned to start the next day to Bhuj in order to establish the hanumanji temple with this idol there .
The next day morning the BSF jawans tried to lift the hanumanji idol , but they couldn’t move it at all and seemed to be very heavy or fixed . They took this as a sign that Hanuman dada did not want to go anywhere else and wished to stay there in bhediya bet itself.
Thereafter the protector diety was worshipped here itself each day regularly by the BSF , as the army built a small temple around the diety .

I am truly blessed to visit this temple at the Indo pak border , just like a few others in the past . Such similar accounts of Divine supernatural interventions by the protector diety especially at the Indo pak border are narrated by the Indian army at Kargil : plateaunath baba, tanot mata mandir at longewala Jaisalmer & karni mata mandir near Bikaner ,as these occurrences happened whenever the Pakistan bombed our Indian side .

As far as the current story is concerned, the temple pictures couldn’t be taken , since entry in vighakot is only after the permits are issued . We had to deposit our phones , cameras at the check post , hence only the signboards for vighakot is all you can see.

BHARAT MATA KI JAI

Jai Hanuman

Jai Bajrangbali

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Heroes of the Himalayas.

A sevak of the birds 🦅 : Sevaraam.

Khichan bird

Tadgola ,toddy and talli !

          After  constant riding each day in the peak summer heat since 25th may , 2017, from Mumbai ,MAHARASHTRA into Goa & Karnataka ,we had got tremendous relief in the form of Kerala rains . But we again started craving for some sun after getting soaked , drenched by the heavy monsoon bombardment out there . Tamilnadu at last welcomed us with intermittent cloud cover, rain and sufficient sunshine ! That state ride was all about ” A Balanced Weather”.We enjoyed each kind of climatic condition . Again as we went higher from Tamil Nadu into Andhra Pradesh the temperatures started soaring . Craving for Coconut water increased thereafter . But I saw lots and lots of trees of Tadgola (a kind of palm ) also known as doub palm, palmyra palm, tala palm, toddy palm or wine palm. It is the younger kalpavriksha brother of Coconut ! 😉

  The Tadgola  trees were widespread across the east coast of India , similar to coconut trees in vast majority in our west coast . Tender coconut water is a staple diet for me thanks to cycling . It’s my quick fix to dehydration and potassium source better than any sports drink or oral rehydration solution in the world . But couldn’t find much of coconuts in Andhra . So me and my fellow rider Nikita at last stopped at a road side heap of Tadgolas sold by a woman . Most of the times a stall owned by men attracted a crowd full of men which in turn led  us lady riders to gain unwanted attention and men standing around our motorcycles observing us as if we are aliens. So a lady selling Tadgolas was anytime the first choice for a ride break . 

      I stopped next to her pile of Tadgolas,which startled her . I am sure I scared her since she had her one eyebrow raised until I removed my helmet & then a smile bloomed on her face when she realised that were were girls dressed like macho men on the machines .The Tadgolas were dirt cheap two for 10 rupees . While savouring this translucent jelly fruit, I happened to see some frothy liquid next to her stored  in a aluminium pot . I assumed it was fresh buttermilk . So I asked her is it buttermilk and I am sure she didn’t understand my question but answered that it was tadi (toddy) . On enquiring about its sale , she said u can have it . I immediately merrily popped out my one litre water  thermos from the motorcycle . She emptied all the water into her water flask and filled my thermos with one litre of toddy for 50 rupees. 

The lady was happy about selling us her toddy and opened up further more . I asked her if I could take her pictures and she said yes . She was glad to pose with us for a selfie and also requested to have a look at the pictures of her that I had clicked . I asked her , ” Dont you feel hot sitting  in this terrible sun ?”. She said , she does it so that she has her little earning . The police come & prohibit her from sitting at the roadside to sell the Tadgolas and instead ask her to sit in the farm (behind). But she says she needs visibility to sell the Tadgolas . So there is no option than to sit in the sun since she gets the desired customer visibility & hence the sale is achieved .

I enquired about the process of retrieving tadi . She told me that tadi /toddy is the Tadgola tree sap which is removed post sunset and before the sun rises from the stem . The sap drops into the hung vessel so slowly that in one sesssion post sunset until sunrise only 2-3litres of toddy is retrieved . Her husband climbs the tree and hangs the vesssel on the palm bark . I guess this is one tedious job to retrieve this elixir . The early morning sap is an energy drink , which we call as Neera (in Marathi ) , but as the sun rises and this energy drink is exposed to sunlight , it starts getting fermented . The fermentation process causes it to create a frothy layer on top throughout the morning to evening  sun exposure . This turns the energy drink into an alcohol 🙂. 

I had now purchased this alcohol on the national highway from a lady while on a ride & filled one litre of toddy in my water thermos . We girls were excited to have this drink after the end of the day’s ride . Once we reached at our hotel in vijaywada , I chilled the drink in the hotel room fridge for couple of hours . I was very patient since I wanted to relish  the drink . Few of us riders went sightseeing  to undavalli caves in vijaywada. After coming back from this wonderful visit, I opened the thermos . The thermos cover popped up like a champagne cork . That gave me an idea about how well the toddy had fermented and I was sure I am going to relish having this desi drink . 

       We girls enjoyed our drinks and I knew for whom I was raising my toast . It was indeed cheers to this hardworking independent lady who  was doing her job sitting in this harsh sun on the national highway ,inspite of the police troubling her. She was indeed doing a great job quenching the thirst of tired travellers of the modern world . 

 

Parrot god worship in Tamil Nadu

In India , a lot of animals and birds  are worshipped in connection with the Vedas and the mythology , be it Lord Ganesh, Garuda ,the peacock , the bull nandi, the Kamadhenu cow, etc . Etc. But I was surprised & amused to see a parrot being worshipped in Kanyakumari by the Tamilians . 

        I was getting out of the sea view  hotel post mouth watering sea food dinner  on 29th  may , 2017 and suddenly I heard some traditional Tamil music being played in a procession outside the gate . The spectators were dresssed in traditional white wrap arounds called as “lungi”. Few women were carrying flowers to offer the deity who’s processsion was being carried out . The aroma of the incense sticks and the awesome Tamilian live  music with drums pulled me towards the procession lit up by the mashalls (handheld fire sticks) away from my motorcycle riding group . What attracted my instant attention was the God being worshipped … it was a huge  green “parrot” , decorated with flowers. 

I was curious to know why was the parrot being worshipped . I took a video of the procession and since I had to sleep early and ride next morning ,after getting back to my hotel room , after observing the procession keenly ,I jumped with full enthusiasm  on the motorcycle to do my research back home . 

Here is the video of  the procession that I witnessed : ​

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And here are the images of the parrot god being worshipped that I found in the internet  . I found out that The parrot was the transport mode (Vaahan ) for  Kaama Dev , the god of love, pleasure , romance  and lust . 
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Also I understood that ,

1. Meenakshi, Goddess of Madurai, carries a parrot on her right shoulder, so do Andal of Srivilliputur near Madurai and Kamakshi of Kanheepuram (tamilnadu ). 

2.’Kili viDu Thuthu’ is a genre in Tamil. The meaning is sending parrot as a messenger to a lover / beloved. Andal is said to have sent the parrot to Lord Vishnu to give the message of her love. 

3.other birds used as a mode of transport in mythology : Kartikeya the cock was a subdued demon. It symbolises that our demonic thoughts would be subdued ‘in the hands of God. Hindu goddess Lakshmi and Sarawati have owl and swan as their respective vehicles (vahanas). Crow is the vahana of planet Saturn and Garuda/eagle of God Vishnu .

4. Parrot Upanishad= Taitriya Upanishad.
Upanishads are the highest philosophical treatise in Hinduism. One of the 18 main Upanishads is Taitriya Upanishad. Thiththi and Thaththai are words for parrot in Sanskrit and Tamil. The story of Taitriya Upanishad is interesting. Yagnavalkya’s teacher was offended and asked him to return the Veda. He “vomited it and the parrots ate it”. Even a child can understand the symbolic story. When Yagnavalkya’s Guru asked him not to repeat it, he gave it to his disciples (What he threw out was taken/eaten by others).

Now I could relate to what the phrase literally means :” Talking like a parrot ” 🙂

5. Vyasa’s son Sukha Brahmam was the one who recited all the Puranas (Hindu Mythologies). Hindu mythologies are voluminous running to millions of lines. This monumental work was done by Sukha (literally parrot). Needless to explain the symbolism behind it. Sukha’s dad Vyasa did another great task of compiling and dividing Vedas into four sections and entrusting them to four of his disciples. Nowhere in the world we see such immense task carried out by any human being. Till this day no one on earth has beaten Vyasa or his parrot son in compiling lost works. Humanly impossible task was done by both. When we talk about Vyasa and Sukha we can use only superlatives!

Here is Sukha muni : 

(All the above Vedic /mythology references are taken from tamilandvedas.com)

This is how the parrot god led me to understand the lost mythology that we new age millenials don’t even know about . 

But one question still arises …. in no Indian mythology , any of the animals were caged or tormented , then why do we cage them for our enjoyment and pleasure ? On one hand we worship them along with the Gods and in reality treat them inhumanely restricting their freedom in today’s world . Anyways I hope the mythology teaches us to care, respect ,protect and worship these wonderful creatures/ children of Mother Nature . Protecting them would be the greatest worship of all time .

Thanks to my travel which helped me gain more interesting knowledge about my own motherland which is rich in various cultures & ethnicities ! I am waiting for lot more to experience and cherish 🙏🏽

A tale of Pamban bridge

Pamban bridge is an engineering marvel that evokes awe! Few can forget a train journey on the Pamban bridge, connecting Rameswaram island to the mainland. That’s on my bucket list !With 143 piers, spanning 2 km between the mainland and the island, it is the second longest sea bridge in India after the 2.3-km Bandra-Worli sea link on Mumbai’s western coast.

It turned 100 years old in 2014 & is still standing tall in the corrosive turbulent salty Indian Ocean since 103 years after being commissioned by the British in 1914. Our motorcycles started getting rusted in couple of hours after entering Rameshwaram and riding at Dhanushkodi , just imagine how strong is this bridge and how well it is being maintained by the third generation railway maintainance team that saw the 1964 cyclone that flattened the thriving port town . E Sreedharan, the man behind the construction of the Delhi Metro, played a major role in bolstering the bridge within 46 days after it was destroyed .

Hats off to the strength and stability of Pamban rail bridge against corrosion & high velocity Ocean winds . It opens up in the centre to allow big ships and barges occasionally (similar to the London bridge), hence providing sea connectivity for big goods trollers to the island of Rameshwaram .

I met few people on The annai Indira Gandhi road bridge whenever I rode and reached this spot to view Pamban rail bridge . One was this man a humble old man , a fruit seller & the other was ex- CM of Goa : Mr. Laxmikant Parsekar & his family .

This old man sells fresh cut fruits on the Annai Indira Gandhi bridge , constructed in 2007 parallel to Pamban Bridge . I bought some raw mangoes and pineapples from him and he started telling me the story of Dhanushkodi which had the railway laid by the British in 1914 till the end of the island . Unfortunately the 1964 cyclone led to the destruction of the Dhanushkodi town which is nothing but ruins now . The railway station , the church , the market , the thriving colony everything was washed out in one shot . This man was just 14years old that time . I asked him how old was he now ? He said the Pamban bridge is 103 years old and I am 67 and we both survived the 1964 cyclone 🙂. I heard this story eating the raw mangoes with chat masala . And the last mango was too sour to end the treat with . He took that sour slice and replaced with a sweet one and said “thank you , Khush Raho(stay happy)” . He wished me a safe journey back to Mumbai .

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After visiting Dhanushkodi on our motorcycles with the rest of our group, looking at the setting sun , me and my fellow rider nikita got tempted to go visit Pamban bridge once again . We were like magnets being  pulled towards this iron marvel . So we rushed on our bullets with the virtue of seeing the sunset on Pamban bridge . To our surprise we saw the Train passing over the Pamban bridge  as we rode on the Annai Indira Gandhi road bridge running parallel to it . We raced hard with the Train and stopped on the opposite side and ran like small kids to see the Train and click pictures . It was such a beautiful scenario that we witnessed & most importantly I had always imagined myself seeing the Train passing on Pamban and spotting the Brahmy kite on it too (which happened earlier that day in the noon) . I saw what I had always visualised .

After savouring this event and quenching my thirst of capturing the Pamban bridge with the Train on it , I overheard someone talking in Marathi around me . Marathi ! In Tamilnadu ! Over the bridge on the Indian Ocean ? I asked the lady walking towards us ,” MAHARASHTRA ?”   She smiled and said yes . After introducing ourselves the lady told us that the man who was her brother in law was former Goa CM , Mr. Laxmikant Parsekar . The next 40 mins we all had a good chat about  our professions , nature , south India , women empowerment , marine flora fauna , scuba diving and snorkelling , Goa and my mother tongue Konkani , Bhagwad Gita , etc  . Etc. Since I have my roots in Goa , I had a wonderful conversation  in Konkani with him , his wife , daughter , sister in  law ( a Sanskrit professor in s college in Khed) and his niece (a marine scientist in Rameshwaram ) . Mr.Parshekar is a humble man and I never ever thought even in my dreams that I would bump into the minister in Tamil Nadu , not even in my native Goa . Funny !

But something’s are meant  to happen and the universe surprises us with  its games . And I love surprises ! Pamban bridge , the sunset , the Train , the turquoise  Indian Ocean with my beloved Bullet bijli , meeting beautiful souls : perfect Coincidence !

I always say a big thank you to the universe for whatever movie it’s showing me in real life and I move forward with wide open arms saying ” Bring it on”.

3days exploring Gujarat : Day 1

     Sitting in a pretty  little room in Shalu ‘s home at 4pm , I was reviewing my today’s day ride from Mumbai to ahmedabad . Shalu Patel and I connected through Airbnb . I met a wonderful soul on this trip who was an awesome host . After an amazing hot bath and late lunch i sat here in her home in ahmedabad ,revising how my day went . And I can proudly say that my solo ride had a good start .  

I had started from Mumbai at around 6:15 am after having a good oatmeal breakfast and green tea. My target was riding to Ahmedabad straight in this chilly month of February . It was a Monday ,a good day to ride on the less congested NH8 . While solo riding I always feel a mixed tape of emotions is always being played in my brain. My Mind is fully alert & reflexes are as sharp as spider man’s , noticing each vehicle overtaking , speeding , watching signboards, recollecting funny incidents ,jokes, singing songs loudly inside that tight packed protective helmet , realising lots of people looking at me as if I was an alien, watching out for jaywalking humans & dogs …and so on. 

 I had carried small energy bars and oranges with me to stop by and refill my tummy as and when I decide to stop & take a break . After first 140 kms of nonstop riding I took a pee break as my bladder was about to burst if I didn’t stop. Stopped at a food court and left my motorcycle in the parking assuming no one will touch my luggage . I quickly attended my nature’s call and got back on to my saddle . Me being a lady rider especially on a solo ride like this grabs all the attention of the men around me .  That’s why I always try to be very brisk not my actions and avoid such spectators.

reviewing my today’s ride of 523 kms in 8hours straight.

I always make a point to stop after every 100 kms , to stretch my self and ofcourse for a selfie 😉😁

I filled up my tank at Vadodara and wanted to empty mine once again. This time I was happy to find a loo  away from the spectators . Only the petrol pump attendant knew I was a lady ,as I directed him ,”full Kar do bhaiya ” & “Bill déna” . But he was too occupied to notice what I was upto . To my surprise , My happy expression died out to find that the women’s loo was locked . I instantly jumped into the men’s loo  and did my thing. I came out of the men’s loo  in a man’s stance ,walking like a man , just in case anyone noticed that I was a lady . I took that chance rather than me suffering from any renal issues . Anyways me packed inside that huge LS2 helmet and a men’s riding jacket wearing men’s boots ,I was preety sure no one would find out that I was a woman especially outside the toilet , not inside though 😬. And yes I had one more memorable selfie moment 🙂

Continuing further  with few photo, water & orange  breaks on the old Vadodara ahmedabad highway which was now so smooth in February 2016   as compared to January 2015 ( enroute Rajastjan trip)  when it was in bad shape  thanks to the construction of flyovers, which was totally completed now.  

  At 2:30 pm in 8hours I was inside Ahmedabad on the Sardar patel ring road touching Karnavati club.!

 That’s my story of day 1 Mumbai Ahmedabad ride of 523 kms in 8 hours . 

Read about my sightseeing in northern Gujarat in my Day 2 blog !