Devbagh: Trains, cabs & speedboats

Not another AGGB.
That is how I would have liked to title the post on the Devbagh trip, but I like the current one better…

So, it was the 11 of us on towards the Jungle Lodges & Resorts at Devbagh in Karwar. The attendees were Achuth, Akshai, Ameya, Dhimant, Inder, Kaushik, Megha, Pavithra, Pramod, Vikram, me.

“Best” laid plans
Obviously these can falter. And that is precisely what happened…almost. I was stuck at a wedding 130 kms away from Bangalore; Kaushik was being held hostage by the Commissioner of Customs & Containers (another CCC). But thankfully we all managed to make it on time to catch the train…and shop on the way for volleyball, frisbee, cycle-rickshaw-wallah pants, etc.
(There is an interesting subplot to the Kaushik kidnap crisis. The exhortionists, apparently irked by a phone call made by Pramod at a very bad time, made the unusual demand of asking Kaushik to wear a sleeveless shirt during the trip. But Pramod decided to take it on himself, and paid the ransom. [video footage available at premium rates])

“Meditate, Ameya. Be at inner peace. Calm down.”
Once we had all managed to settled into our seats (or the floor, in my case), we were subjected to witness the inhuman provoking of Ameya by Megha. The only thing that could be deemed crueler and meaner than this was the middle finger shown by Pavithra to Inder…but that’s another story for another day. (Actually, it is no story. There was no reason…it was just normal girl weirdness in action. Simple. End of story)

But Ameya wasn’t flustered by all these buzzing gnats. He is made of sterner stuff. He held himself in check with his phenomenal repository of repartee – {“cheap shot!”, “shut up!”, “I do not get angry!”, }

Allegations on the Swamy! (gasp!)
I had to listen to rants on the hygiene (or lack of it) by walking around bare-foot in a railway station; to the farce and gross content being mouthed by Chakku & Kaushik; to the “huli will eat you up on the hills”. In typical style, I just swiped the allegations away in a single stroke. That’s another advantage of being a God…you always should have the last word. :P

Florence “Mary”amma
We had all slept after the enactment of Karna-Parashurama episode (which prompted Akshai to come up with Para-slipper-rama). But apparently throughout the night, Pavithra kept wanting to cover all of us with the hundreds of Bhavani blankets she had brought. In fact, she even asked Inder whether it would be ok if she went about covering the whole train so that no one felt cold. But sadly, she had forgotten to get her stuntman ropes to do that. And had to be bitterly contented.
Why did she want to do this in the first place? (refer to section on “normal girl weirdness”)

The Entry of R-A-J-N-E-E-S-H
There comes a moment in every trip when Rajjo makes his apperance. This time, though it wasn’t dramatic as his Mudumalai manic-charge, it was still endearing. After just having our resident astrologer Vikram flood our brains with his analysis on why the sun signs of two film stars match, we needed a break…and as we stopped…whom do we see? Rajjo in his resplendent glory!! We had our coffee-tea, while he had his milk. Hmm…actually he always has his milk, though the “has” holds a different connotation.

On the island
Just as we set foot on the hallowed shores, came, what was undoubtedly the worst joke of the trip from Kaushik – “Do not mock the ham!” – in a reference to the hammock. But those who did “mock the ham”, namely Pavithra, Megha & Akshai, found themselves biting the dust with no “help” whatsoever from the others. Reminds me of the old saying on girls and bungling clumsy idiots…wait a second…there is no such saying? There should be one, in that case. :P

We decided to play a quick game of frisbee-volleyball before lunch, and that turned out to be quite an intense affair…for the other team. Our team of Ameya, Dhimant, Kaushik, Megha, Pavithra & me won quite comfortably. And this, despite quite a few tricky hurdles such as the “conflict of interest” induced sabotage, and the constant modifications of the rules. Bandhar has threatened to break my arm if I wrote more about this humiliating debacle of theirs, and so I shall stop writing here…but…just one last word(s)…it sure was quite an astounding annihilation from our part, and quite a pathetic performance from Bandhar, Pramod, Akshai, Achuth & Vikram. ;-)

On the beach
Fun. Fatigue. Full stop.

Dhimant’s shark-boy impression.
Akshai’s Pakistan fielder “diving” impression.
Inder’s diving, and subsequently the frantic search for his lost spectacles.
Mud-slinging contest.
Water polo.
Water monkey.

536
That is the total number of sunset photos taken by xDrona, xArjuna & Megha.
Each.

Ok…I am kidding. It was in the thousands.
Each.

[Note: If ever anyone wants to know the tide level at 6:33 PM from 0 to 55 seconds, please look at these photos.]

Spotting the dolphins
I was under the impression that dolphins could jump upto a height of 20 feet. But here, they didn’t even top a tenth of that. Only later did someone explain that, the 20 feet is not above sea-level, but includes the height underwater from where they start the jump.
Weird animals!

But we did spot a lot of dolphins, and sea-gulls that we initially thought were superhuman (err…superanimal) dolphins jumping upto a 100 feet.

Wrapping up
I am sure there were tons of things that I’ve forgotten to jot down here. Off the top of my head, I can think of:
Betty Boop
Rowdy me
Millions of Akshai’s PJs (ok, here’s one of them: What do you call Bahubali if he is sent to outer space? Cometeshwara!)
…

Blame it on my tiredness. Blame it on my old age. Blame it on other things.

Thanks for the great time people! :)