The driveway uphill from Chandigarh into Himachal Pradesh is so familiar I can close my eyes and recall it like I had been there. And listen to the distinctive cawing of the hill crows. It has been over a year since I last drove on those roads but it's still as fresh as though it happened yesterday.
 
The drive from Chandigarh to Kalka is at the plains and will be the most boring part of the travel; there is simply too much traffic on this portion. Earlier, when we used to drive uphill to go back to boarding school, it was a period of modification and finality the holidays were (unfortunately!) Over, but also with the expectation of meeting friends again (and discussing tuck!). The view of Kasauli from this road used to be superb and as you got closer, the hills appeared to recede farther back. Now there are so many stone crushers here that the opinion has been hidden in clouds of dust.
 
Entering Himachal
Only after Kalka is Parwanoo, where one enters Himachal within an absurdly steep bridge, made by an engineer who probably assumed that traffic would be moving in Formula 1 speeds, and angled it such. In reality, there is a toll barrier there and the traffic is struggling to crawl up this steep and lopsided bridge! As we enter my favorite state in India, my rule of no garbage comes into stringent effect.
 
The 7 years I was in boarding school, as a part of our weekly actions we cleared the hillsides of dried pine needles to stop woods fires. All it requires is a carelessly thrown cigarette stub to swallow an entire mountain in flames which can travel at alarming speeds.
 
Dhaba's and Picnics
The drive gets intriguing beyond Parwanoo. The hills will be full of flowering shrubs and trees no matter what time of the year it is, the road will curve back and on non-stop, also there will be dhaba's and juice bars in almost every spur. Every time I drive up, I remember all the different places we have stopped for picnics through the years. Our family has been quite mad about picnics. I still think the most enjoyable way to spend a hot summer afternoon, would be to push uphill with a few picnic-y food, then explore the region to find a perfect place. The perfect picnic place has to have shade, a flat region to spread a dhurrie, be away from the noise and pollution of the road and to get a pleasant flow or waterfall nearby to chill the drinks would be a huge boon. I think, it must be genetic,
 
Further along the street is the town of Dharampur, which is in two parts. In Dharampur I, 1 street turns off towards Kasauli and another towards my old school at Lawrence School, Sanawar. Both roads satisfy below the school at Garkhal. In Dharampur II, a street climbs steeply uphill towards Dagshai. Dharampur I is famous for Giani da Dhaba, which has become a legend all the way to Delhi by serving good fast food. Masses of boarding school pupils stopped with their visiting parents on weekends. My favorite dish there is lemon chicken, which can be absolutely scrumptious and makes for great picnic food.
 
The direct path to Kasauli is really a nice leisurely drive. I recall there being used to be a quaint mushroom plantation called Snow White on the road, in which we used to stop quite often for picnics. It has been converted into a charmless mini-resort however I prefer the open land to cubbyhole concrete structure.
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