As raw as they come

This one's a travelogue, well .. an instance of it rather. I am not going to talk about what time we started, what time we reached, how beautiful the world seemed .. no poetic verses on how the nature seemed to cradle us in her green arms ;) .. no emotional outbursts on how the beautiful surroundings livened up the hidden love that we nursed for the whole of (wo)mankind and how our hearts ached to sing nature's glory .. blah..blah..blah.

Every trip has one experience that stays with you forever, you may forget the places you went to, you may forget your comrades on the trip, but you never will be able to forget that experience .. and that is what i am going to write on this blog.

As dusk was setting in, we drove through the thick mutthodi forest range and reached the nature camp in the middle of the forest. That place houses the ranger's office, a dormitory and 2 cottages. We had not made any reservations, so we had to literally plead with the guys there to provide us accommodation. The ranger was a good man , he finally relented and gave us the dormitory. Surprisingly, it had a luxurious setting, neat and clean, a far cry from what u might expect in a jungle.

Now, we were 5 guys weary from all the travelling, and seeking some sort of nirvana (uninitiated, read Whisky) to help while away the night ... But the sad thing is, none of us had any forethought to carry along the necessary supplies. Now the nearest trace of civilization is 12 kms away, it was pitch black, and we were not too keen on driving through the jungle at night, having seen Kaal just a few days back. So we decided to coax the forest gaurds to get us a bottle of McDowells', the forest guard was more than happy to be of service to us (happy about the tips he was getting, that is). He did not have petrol in his vehicle, so we extracted some from our vehicles and filled up his bike. We gave him a precise list of what we wanted and stressed 10 or 20 times that we wanted a can of sprite (or any softdrink) that will help drown the whisky down our throats. The guy went along with his accomplice and vanished into the thick darkness of the forest. We all sat down and chatted our hearts out about the whole of the universe (in other words, girls). Our guy came back after an hour, banged on our room's window and slid across the McDowell's, before we could even ask him about the can of sprite, he was gone !!!, fled, vanished !!!.

We were left with only a bottle of McDowell's with us, so how do we drink it then ,without sprite ??? .. We were not hardcore drunkards who could gulp it down as it is .. And with water, it would taste yuck!! .. So we looked around the room to see what options we had ..one guy spotted a packet of citrus glucose and suggested we make a glucose drink and take our McDowells with it. At first, it seemed an absurd idea, but with no options left, we decided to try that out. I guess we should be the first humans to mix whisky with glucose and get a kick out of it :).And in the sanctity of our drunkenness, we again began to feel an overwhelming love for all nature .. blah..blah..blah.