I had not intended to go to the Dhosi Hills, but when my friend showed me an article about the place, I figured that it was not a bad idea at all.
Dhosi Hills is not far from Delhi, and is completely off the tourist map!. That is one thing that I loved about the place. What it does mean, however, is that you need to take your water along with you, and some sandwiches in case you get hungry.
We drove along the Delhi-Jaipur highway, and about half way to Jaipur, we turned right. From there we drove another 30 kilometres till we came to the hill. Google Maps helped, but I can't say that it gave us that last mile help, because we had to finally resort to asking a few helpful chaps the way. This can be treacherous, in a sense, cause a few of the fellows we asked were drunk. Yes, sozzled out of their wits at 10 am, and without a clue of what they were talking about. They pointed us in all contradictory directions, and we were left scratching our heads until we finally found one sober chap to guide us along the way.
Dhosi lies on the border of the states of Haryana and Rajasthan, and is on the northwest end of the Aravalli mountain range. The Aravallis are an ancient range of mountains in India, but has now flattened somewhat. In places, like Gurgaon, they are the only remaining green belt that we have. How long this belt will survive is beyond me. Greedy developers have their eyes on the land.
Dhosi, it seems, was known in ancient times, and has been mentioned in the Mahabharata. It is known – was known – for ayurveda. It appears that chyawanprash – a herbal blend/paste – was made here for the first time 9,000 years back. Chyawanprash is named after an old Rishi calledRishi Chyavana who meditated here 9,000 or 10,000 years back. Fact? Fiction? Legend? Myth? Take your pick
There was volcanic activity in the hills about 2 million years ago, and now all that you see, is the remains of some volcanic rock.
We did not make it to the top. The climb is steep, and my travelling buddy had worn slip on shoes! The climb gets quite steep at the top, but we missed seeing the remains of the old fort built by one gentleman called Samrat Hem Chandra Vikramaditya.
There are several temples littered along the way, one of them with green algal water. It is not water that I would drink from, but the goat that was merrily sipping the water did not seem to mind!
We drove back along the state highway, via a town called Pataudi. Pataudi is the name of one of India's many old royal families. That is when we stopped – I stopped – to take some pictures of the village pond that we were crossing.
If you want to get away for a nice day's drive from Delhi, this is a super place to go. Wear a hat. Carry plenty of water. Wear hiking shoes. And, carry your sandwiches.
Don't forget to enjoy the drive along India's country roads!