Medini is the place I have always longed to visit,
which sights will never forgets, memories that might never out of my mind.
Medini was once a royal city ruled by unknown Kings and one can still see some
of the remains. The whole fort area was distributed at various places around
the Hill; the fort was built on a hill which is fortified by a deep valley
clothed with dense forest. The Medini
Fort which is present in ruined condition inside the vast thick jungle it looks
more like a place where some royal remains have least neglected ever.
This
was yet another venture, which was coordinated by my friend Rajesh Naik, while
proceeding to Medini village in KSRTC bus, with all
thrilling expectations of the expedition, which was to take off by few hours. A
bus took us up to the foothill of the village from where 2-3 hours trek,
through the woods. First we filled our stomach with solid food and drunken
enough water from nearby brook. The mud track covered by woods and we assured
ourselves of yet another memorable experience ahead.
The
trek path soon entered woods, the hike was ascending and the woods cleared to village
in couple hours. The vastness of greenery stretching ahead, fold by fold,
bordered by woods, was a soothing sight and we sat for snacks to build ourselves,
for the next part.
Sun
was squeezing our moisture out and the lone hope was assumed to be very close
by then. Two more turnings and we were there. Desperate is a word too mean for
such an occasion, for we had just the trace of a stream or villager.
Across our journey we faced hardly 2-3 villagers. As summer was in its peak,
wayside water sources were all dry and we fearfully noticed the rapid drain of
our storage. After non-stop 3 hours treacherous ascending by mid noon we
entered the Medani village.
Because
of the inaccessibility of this area, the tribal of this region were totally cut
off from the civilized world. But recent, with the constant efforts being made
by the Government, tribal of this area started tasting the advantages of
adopting civilized life. But still in rainy time this village is in-accessible.
The location is more beautiful and there are many seasonal waterfalls in the
forests nearby.My left foot got badly injured and I need to relax my foot for while, and we have to recharge our bodies by filling some essential food. By god grace one villager invited us to his home and he surprised after hearing our agenda to visit his village. His family happily feed us to sumptuous hot meal and gave enough fruits to eat. We relaxed enough on that village house and took some useful information from the old man.
I made simple first aid for my broken foot and simple
exercise made tending to my tired
muscles later a sound relaxation we left his home and headed to
approach the fort with one local guy. A fascinating glimpse of the strange ways
of village soon we entered woodlands. The nature is bountiful here. The
ruins at this place speak of its past glory.
After about half an hour’s walk we could see the
sign’s of the fort. An old inscription stone caught my attention. There was lot
of carved pictures on it which seemed to be telling the story of the glorious
past. We slept under that inscription stone for while to cool our body.
Posing with broken legs near inscription stone (Second stage of the Fort), You can see pain in my eyes in this picture...
An old fort with so many untold stories, the
perennial struggle of the walls of the fort that were being constantly siege by
the creepers, nature was it’s at wildest best. We decided to explore the fort
and we moved deeper into the fort. It was an eerie feeling when I walked into
the fort. I cannot explain it everything about the fort seemed mysterious. I
was always worried about the reptiles underneath the hugely overgrown weeds we
were walking through; any small sound was raising my senses.
We
reached the southern end in just over an hour's time. Here there is a small
shrine where still once in a year doing some Pooja programs by villagers. Each
part of the fort utilized neatly whatever available water resource. The high
location and constantly its geographical location, scenic beauty, shifting
natural scenery which was inspired to the Kings to built such a vast fort for
them.
It
was past 4:30 Pm and we decided to head back. On the way back I turned around
and looked at the fort one last time the moment I entered the fort I felt that
I had captured the fort but that wasn’t true, there was mystery hidden in its
core and it was beckoning to be unraveled.
We heard one more trail will
connect to this fort from North-west side. So lack of time we decided to follow
new root to reach downer side village and catch the last bus. So we say bye to
the village boy and took some useful directions from him before he left. The
new track pass through thick woods of thick under growth, it’s really tedious
to search the track and that didn't bother us, as it is quite natural for the
nature, to grow over once existed tracks. After 30 minutes walk we crossed the
northern gate of the fort and from that the real adventure started.
The initial downer trail
appeared magically beautiful with thick woods tightly bordering with nice green
backdrop. The nature of woods changed a
lot by then and we were then negotiating some steep stretches of thick wooden
scrubby forest.
Finally we chose a direction,
to stick on and decided that we shall not deviate, even if the track proved to
be the most unfriendly and it definitely was. Stickling away needs to the
extent possible, crawling beneath thorny terrain in intolerable leg pain and so
on our plight continued. Light was fading and so the hope.
We were walking and walking,
definitely to no where wordless for a
while, and some one started walking, with others following. None spoke for the
next 2kms or so, for fear of dehydration, until the stream flow was
audible. Crossed another rivulet, stored enough water and went on hiking
through yet another thorny stretch, until we hit the track connecting village.
To add to our woe, we could
sense some animal moving ahead in the same direction we were in, from the
fashion in which saplings and tree branches were freshly lifted and broken. We
weren't in a position to retrace the track even, as we may not make it to
anywhere before it’s dark. I felt the panic radiating, throat drying and
we were nothing short of wandering clueless.
By
then it was almost dark and we had half a kilometer ahead, crossing
occasional flows, watching and listening for wild friends - though none came
visiting - the trail ended just below the hill at the open field, in half an
hour from the brook.Brisk walk of another 20 minutes took us to the state highway and heard
the feeble grunt of a bus engine (It was a last bus on that track) at a
distance.
It
is Six months since we went to Medini and every time I close my eyes and think
of the place, I visualize the mystery of the fort, the lost kingdom and the Inscribed
Stones. A spectacular view of the ruined fort and its surrounding mountains and
valleys, brightly woods, loneliness, the chill and occasional wild cries
altogether, wasn't a soothing experience. For
now it will remain an enigma to me a sweet memory captured in the clutches of
time.