Trip to South Maharashtra - Malvan - Day 2

The morning was lazy. I woke up at around 8 to find that everyone was up. The surrounding was covered with thick fog and a chilling wave was flowing. It felt like a January morning in north. No Friday morning has been so wonderful ever before. While everyone was getting ready we ordered for breakfast, from the list of readily available things Poha and Upit (Upma) were selected. After having a hefty breakfast and checking out, we were ready for the next stop. This was about to be different. After a night in the foggy hills, we were all set to move near the sea. The plan was to stay at Malvan for a night and enjoy the beach. One more reason for moving to the beach the very next day was Mayanks B’day. He had this wish of celebrating it on the seashore.

The distance by road was about 81 km, moving along the Amboli ghat and slowly sliding down to the western side of the Western Ghats. The road was curvy as a snake. Bhaskar fell pray to motion sickness and we had some breaks throughout the journey. On the way we found a place by the road. A small stream from some river was flowing through the rocks. Everyone enjoyed some moments on the bank, some taking photographs in different poses and others enjoying the serenity. We moved straight to the Malvan beach to go to the Janjira fort in a small village, Murud. The fort has a reputation of being the only undefeated fort in the western coast of India. The fort is in the sea, around 500 m from the shore. Due to the monsoon season, government authorities had seized any transportation to the fort. This was a real heartbreaker. We just had a good look at it wit sad eyes, had some bhel puri at the coast and left for our nights stay at malvan, Sri Sai Gajanan Resort.

It was some distance from Malvan. We drove through a series of resorts, all named after one God or the other till we reached our destination. It was a small resort with rooms in pairs scattered around. The other side of the road was backwaters, where some fishermen were busy with their business. We settled, and went to the manager to know about the place. We needed some seclusion at the beach and also a place where we can spend the midnight. Just at the back of the resort was a good and sort of secluded beach, Tarkarli Beach, as it was called. We got ready, took our clothes, packed some bottles of beer and left for the beach. The water was clear, but the sand had a sight of blackness. Anyhow, we lifted a bottle each and moved to the water. Just a little into the sea and we felt something poking in out feet. They were seashells, scattered all around. We gathered some and sat near the shore, in the water and enjoyed our beer. Suddenly it struck us, why don’t we bury one among us on the shore. The thought passed and the next thing we were digging up the sand. A perfect 6 x 3 bed was made, Praphulla volunteered to go in and he was covered with sand. Only his head was out and beer was poured into his mouth. Now the artistic minds started showing off. Using the sand, Praphulla was transformed into a mermaid. To be specific, a mermaid sporting the organs of both male and female. It was fun as everyone came out with their designs and shapes, depending on personal experiences. I made a small mud house beside the grave. A dream house, I laughed it off and drank the remaining beer. The whole scene was photographed, and the photos are personal property. As the sun had set and it was dark around so we went back to the resort. There were a couple of showers in the open. All the boys started to clean there only. The beer by now had shot high up in everyone’s head. It was this that made us do the infamous 1 2 3 (it’s a code and cannot be revealed). Everyone dressed up and got together for dinner, there was fish, chicken and Konkani veg thali. After enjoying the meal we gathered in the open and started to chat. The discussion led to Indian mythology and religions. It was quite a debate and it showed one of our hidden sides (good one) to Shilpi Bhabi. It was midnight and time to celebrate. We took the cake, a solar light and left for the beach. The water had risen up considerably. Candles were not blown cause of the wind, but the cake was cut and some Hostel life was recalled. Yes you are right, it was time for some Ass kicking. Bhaskar was in his true colors. He did full justice to his built and to Mayank. It was evident from the way Mayank was walking after it was over.

After another memorable day we were back to our resort and in our beds. Rest was essential as the coming day was to be enjoyed with more enthusiasm.

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