And this time into a deep, dark, teeming with wild, wild, creatures - jungle !
And soon enough we were here:
Wait. That is jumping the gun. Or as the corporate types would put it short circuiting the process.
So let me rewind just a little.
It began with many T-BHP Fortuner owners in the western region feeling that everyone, his uncle and the lampost were visiting some jungles, spotting some mildly wild creatures, coming back with their mouths ajar and putting up reports here. And some with fabulous photographs, though looking very unnatural, of creatures they spotted and didn't too. And sniffing about missed creatures.
And that is when the group decided that something had to be done. And one had to up the ante considerably. And go to a spot so wild and dangerous that it should put an end to mildly dangerous outings.
And then the names started to do the rounds. Tadoba ? No way - too mild. Sariska ? Are you kidding ? Forget domesticated tigers or the non existent ones, no self respecting poultry would even like to be seen there. Besides with repeated forays of a certain walrus mustachioed gentleman to that place have had even the non existent tigers give up and they select one among them, by a draw of bones (like straws), to show its face to him so he leaves the place in a trice. Ranthambore ? Are you kidding - you call that dangerous ? That jungle near Bangalore - which these days is seen in black and white snaps - and supposedly with wild elephants with a penchant to kick and brutalise vehicles ? Masinagudi ? The name itself reveals as to how mild that place is, was the collective opinion.
Or should we just drive to some place at 4KMPH breaking the current record of 5KMPH by sea ? Are you mad ? Don't we do that and slower, every single day in Amchi Mumbai was the retort. The proposer was soundly chastened.
After a lot of search and discussions with experts, the name of 'the' place to
visit was suddenly thrown up. And there was a gasp of fear from the listeners on the other side of the phone. But yet all of us knew that to raise the bar, to set a new benchmark - this was the place and no other. Some attempted to talk the others out of it. The very thought of the place sank many a heart.
But then the group set aside their fears, apprehensions & wet trousers and decided to go for it. And the presence of an expert of the area in the group who had been their enough number of times calmed the chaps of course.
I would rather prefer that the snaps do the talking. The very thought of the place and its creatures gives me the heebie jeebies. And I break into a cold sweat as I write this from deep within the dark, dangerous place. If only we could get out of this place at the earliest.
The posse forms on Ghodbunder Road, Thane:
Initially the smiles were brave:
Very brave indeed:
Soon out of sheer fear - the first break was demended. Right on GB Road. Notice the gentleman in the background ? That's what fear does to you.
And yet another break on WE Highway. And two breaks 15 minutes of start. By now the members were feeling an icy grip get hold of their guts...that is if they had any.
And another break just after Manor toll booth. This was not looking good at all.
Suddenly a huge trailer lumbered past us:
Carrying this:
Railway coach ! Which compelled the member who had done his business on GB Road (as evidenced by one of the snaps above) to ask whether the coach would have a loo in it. Such was the grip of fear.
Soon the posse of brave men took their first major break. And no prizes for guessing where all of us ran first. In the civilised strata or strata having pretensions of civilised behaviour it is called a rest room. But the members hardly rested. The exercised in the most strenuous manner the muscles of unmentionable regions.
And soon after all the exercises something to eat: (laughter to dispel the fear)
(L-R: Venkatiyer, MonaroCV8, Karan521, Manish - foreground)
Smile on...fear shows below:
Salman (Ahmed's B-i-L and soundly cursing Ahmed throughout the trip) Ahmed & Manish.
Yours truly joins at the far end ( though the end isn't too far):
Explanations of how creatures pounce:
Though some folks stood up to the challenge bravely:
Our first sight of the distant sights:
Suddenly some spots were spotted:
Spots ? Asked the expert. Must be a leopard said he of many jungle runs. But those are black spots.
Yeah right. But these spots would be inside the leopard's belly though:
Run baby run. We paused there must be a wild one after it ?
And all this was seen from outside. Who knows what perils lay inside ?
Hello ? I had applied for a reindeer's job for the next X'mas season...mentioned this fellow to one of our members who looked like a Santa C in the making:
Sadly we had reached the core area of one of the most dangerous national park at 11.00 am and that was the cut off time for the morning. The next session was only at 3.00 pm. Awww shoot.
Soon an influential member of the team rang up the PMO which passed on instructions to the Min of Forests which placed a few calls to the Forest Ranger who sent an instruction to the Sub Ranger who sent for a Chaprasi who...and finally we were in...and the last words we heard at the office were: "Arre yaar unko jake marna hai to humein kya itraaz hai ? Janwaron ko utna kam khana khilana padega. Faida hamara..." The team member who heard this wanted to turn back.
The first machaan to spot the wild ones:
The first of the wild ones:
Wilder ones:
None spotted and we decided to abandon the machaan. If going up was tough getting down was:
Monaro decided to do it in reverse. He generally doesn't want to see what he gets down to:
The line up at the machan:
And soon it was decided to go into the core, core area. Forest officials at the gate had informed us that they would be responsible for any untoward happenings inside as the animals were restive.
But we moved ahead, putting our fears aside and throwing caution to the wind. And many were breaking it out of fear.
And these snaps of the lineup of braves made everything worth it:
And of the real brave who took snaps from afar:
A growl from afar saw both of them scampering to the safe confines of the vehicle !
(Break ! I need a break ! To be continued... What place is this ? Can't you be a little patient ? Can't you see your scribe is trembling and out of breath ?
Next - The sighting !
Please do excuse any spelling and other errors in the piece above. Sitting deep inside the jungle, sorrounded by fearful creatures and thinking about the report was not quite the environment for creative pursuits ! )