Mr Jain with his shorts and skinny hairy legs looked almost like the big spiders infesting the route to ‘ Muaal doong’ ……..no! its not a place ruled by Dong of Dongrilla.
Doonga village once the shooting spot for a Mala sinha starrer, is now almost a SPA village with home to many a Delhiwallas with their villas, the canal by the colony being developed by a builder takes you to the ‘Muaal doong’, the fountain head for this canal called a ‘ Doonga’ canal, its one of the practical work done by the government under its eighties extension scheme called ‘ Lab to land’, this canal has made possible for villagers to take crop of famed doon Basmati rice, Ma says she has saved some for me from this years ‘Batao’ or ‘ third portion’ being given by our tiller.
We reached this fountain head after much huffing-puffing by Mr Jain and in between a break for his pulling on khakis over his shorts,so far he was all ga –ga over the raw beauty of this place, I do not pity him since nearest rural Mr Jain has experienced is either Gobindgarh or Kandhla but with this spot he almost fainted with joy, it was nature unspoilt at its best and although in thick of habitation the route made it so that it looked almost like a virgin place discovered by us( Alok please post few pics of river) we decide to take a break and opened our lunch packs and ate like never before after an hours break we were up and ready few stretching exercises and off we were….. and than!!!!….we lost track.( To be contd either by Alok or me)
Doonga village once the shooting spot for a Mala sinha starrer, is now almost a SPA village with home to many a Delhiwallas with their villas, the canal by the colony being developed by a builder takes you to the ‘Muaal doong’, the fountain head for this canal called a ‘ Doonga’ canal, its one of the practical work done by the government under its eighties extension scheme called ‘ Lab to land’, this canal has made possible for villagers to take crop of famed doon Basmati rice, Ma says she has saved some for me from this years ‘Batao’ or ‘ third portion’ being given by our tiller.
We reached this fountain head after much huffing-puffing by Mr Jain and in between a break for his pulling on khakis over his shorts,so far he was all ga –ga over the raw beauty of this place, I do not pity him since nearest rural Mr Jain has experienced is either Gobindgarh or Kandhla but with this spot he almost fainted with joy, it was nature unspoilt at its best and although in thick of habitation the route made it so that it looked almost like a virgin place discovered by us( Alok please post few pics of river) we decide to take a break and opened our lunch packs and ate like never before after an hours break we were up and ready few stretching exercises and off we were….. and than!!!!….we lost track.( To be contd either by Alok or me)
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