Gurugramwale: Seeing the world as it was when it all began

A rocky past of the region before urbanisation, the Gwal Pahari is considered a sacred grove of the city.

gurgaon Updated: Jun 08, 2018 08:52 IST
Mayank Austen Soofi
Mayank Austen Soofi
Hindustan Times, Gurugram
Gwal Pahari,Gurugram,Gurugramwale
The modest cluster of rocks called Gwal Pahari gives a realistic picture of the world that must have existed here before Gurugram.(HT Photo)

The evening breeze is blowing soothingly; the sky is washed in pale pink. Somewhere a lot of peacocks are calling out to each other. And a young man in white T-shirt is morosely sitting atop a rock, gazing upon the distant high-rises, some of them so new that they are still unpainted, with cranes dangling down from their roofs like fishing rods from a boat.

Otherwise this is a rolling landscape dotted with green trees. An endless row of electric poles is fading towards the horizon, each pole looking like Ravan’s effigy set up to burn on Dussehra eve.

This modest cluster of rocks called Gwal Pahari (also the name of a village) gives a realistic picture of the world that must have existed here before Gurugram. This is how the area must have looked like when there were no industrial sectors, no multinational headquarters and no gated apartment complexes.

Gwal Pahari is perched on some height but you don’t need to be a mountaineer to reach the summit. The Gurgaon-Faridabad highway cuts through it; you just have to park your car on the roadside and clamber upon the rocks. It is true that the traffic is continuous but if you turn your back to the road, you can easily dismiss the car sounds as murmurs of a far-off mountain stream.

Here, it may feels like stepping into the centre of nowhere. The sky looks as empty as desert, with not a single bird to be seen save for an occasional plane.

The place is no city secret to be sure. All around are signs of people who have been here — broken beer bottles, cigarette boxes and chips packets. One rock is chalked up with “SM I love you’.

It is now getting dark. The chirping sound of a cricket is wafting over the traffic roar. The faraway high-rises, too, are turning on their lights. Time to return to the civilisation.

First Published: Jun 08, 2018 08:27 IST