It looks right out of a picture postcard. The glorious sight of the Khadakwasla Dam against the dark monsoon sky, the sluice gates open, the waters gushing, almost violent. The manmade dam stands strong, stoically watching Nature unleash her fury all around.
While you can watch this spectacle from quite a few places around the Khadakwasla lake, you will not get the kind of effect that hits you as you stand on the bridge that runs parallel to part of the dam (connecting the National Defence Academy and the Sinhagad road). For the dam looms large right before you, and the waters that come surging from the open gates flow below your feet. (Stare too long at the swirling currents, and you’d feel you are being swept off!) Enjoying the view from there, with the wind and the spray hitting you in the face, it feels great to be at that particular place at that particular moment.
Once you’ve had this communion with nature, once this private moment is through, you can get back to having fun – earth style! Khadakwasla gives you enough scope for uninhibited fun! Some distance ahead of the dam, en route to the Institute of Armament Technology, the waters of the lake have receded, creating a kind of beach, aka Khadakwasla chowpati (aka Silver Beach)!
All along the road, you have stalls selling bhel and bhutta, chana and chai, guava, coconut water, peanuts, even chips and wafers! The waters, the waves, the sand, the snacks, the crowds, the cacophony – it’s not Juhu, but it’s not bad either! And this is one place you will not mind the hordes of people. Because somewhere you connect with each of them – it’s a whole lot of people with one common goal – to relax and unwind – and nobody can grudge anyone that! (Incidentally, there are even banyan vines for those aspiring Tarzans to have fun!).
A popular picnic spot all year round, the rain gods create a totally different picture when they wave their magic wand. Lush green all around, menacing clouds threatening to break any moment, a different colour to the lake every day – from a clean blue to a murky brown – there’s beauty even in that slush!
No wonder then that a trip to Khadakwasla is a must when the rains set in, and people trudge from all corners of town to wade and squeal in joy and get drenched. So what if their hair gets all straggly – singing in the rain is fun, like nothing else is!