musings on my way to Karad

On my way to Karad, I began musing on how much a favored part of the realm the southern part of Maharashtra is. It is lush, green, a treat for sore eyes. In stark contrast is the landscape that one encounters on ones way to Ahmednagar. Dry, deprived giving an appearance of neglect and dereliction.
Karad itself isn’t paradise, by any stretch of the imagination. I entered town from NH4 and within very little time, was lost in the chaos of the central market area. We proceeded along that road till we came to a bridge. Karad is at the confluence of Krishna and Koyna rivers. Upon crossing this rather modest bridge, one enters that part of Karad, which is referred to as ‘vidyanagari’, or ‘city of learning’. This area is definitely more pleasing to all the senses, with pleasant, tree-canopied roads, and inland woods never too far from the main road. All the main colleges and institutions of learning are to be found in this area. It rather reminded me of Baramati’s ‘vidya pratishthan’.