An Unnatural Incident

There used to be a time when was a genuine nature nut. The whole sleeping-out-in-the-woods-with-a-thousand-vicious-mosquitoes-needling-you-s...

There used to be a time when was a genuine nature nut. The whole sleeping-out-in-the-woods-with-a-thousand-vicious-mosquitoes-needling-you-simultaneously-experience fascinated me thoroughly. Honest. But my tryst with the great outdoors ended with the summer of 2002. It seems like yesterday, I was like any normal 13 year old, fighting my own battles with evil things like acne and the strange growth of hair in stranger places, not to mention the weird smell that would follow me wherever I went (it took me sometime to realize it was me). A couple of classmates were all enthusiastic about signing up for some impromptu camp thing, it was a one night thing and it was being organized by a well known enterprise too, so I got swayed. This was my big chance to actually experience the stuff that made Enid Blyton's characters go all gosh-golly. Convincing the parents was surprisingly easy and before I knew it I had been dropped at the Besant Camping grounds by my parents (after many 'be careful's). Truth be told, I enjoyed slushing through the "woods" and stamping on dry leaves to look exotic birds. All we saw were different varieties of crow, but then again, the experience was what really mattered. I also enjoyed the beach walk, which basically skilfully maneuvering through the dog poop spread all over the sand.
But Nature! Yes, the lone thought of all those beautiful "nature" wallpapers in my computer was the only thing that was fuelling my zest.
Before we knew it was 11 pm. Around 20 of us were packed into one tent, thanks to one of my friend's extreme generosity. At about 3 am (I knew this 'cause I had a glow-in-the-dark watch then, it was like the heights of cool) my best friend, K, woke me up. Well, not wake up technically, because I wasn't sleeping too soundly, it's hard when there are a thousand blood thirsty mosquitoes trying to suck your life out at the same time.

Anyway, Queen K was in dire need to do the Royal Pee-Pee. Which meant she needed me, her loyal knight in my-honeybee-pajama-armour to help guide her to the royally-creepy loos. I didn't have a problem, I am the regular braveheart after all. No creepy camping grounds at 3 am freaked me out, nope. So I guided K through the path to the toilets.

It was while waiting for her when the terror happened.

A giant THING was on the floor. I kid you not, it was the size of a komodo dragon. I squealed. Hearing my not-so-little squeal, K, my dutiful best friend squealed as well, and came hurtling out of the toilet 3 seconds later to lend me her support. Then we both saw the THING and squealed together while making a run for our tent. Now, we had sprinted back to our tent and went back to sleep in order to forget about the THING.

The next morning, while standing in line for breakfast, a rather enthusiastic boy came up to us.

"You know ya? There was wolf and all near our tents yesterday night"
"Wolf a?"
"Ya ya, wolf only. I think it ate somebody"
"Ate someone?"
"Yes ya! I heard screaming and all. It was horrible. Like the wolf tore the victim apart. Horrible ya, but I heard it, mother promise!"

By the end of breakfast, the wolf story (with full dramatization) had spread across the entire camp and some girls were in the verge of tears. It took some major damage control from the camp instructors to calm them down.
Some of the boys were extremely happy though, each one of them thought that he was some kind of Indiana Jones to have survived a night among the wolves. Stuff that they'd tell their grandchildren.

Which is why I never told them the truth about the blood curdling screams. An extremely fat lizard, somehow doesn't quite have the same effect as a wolf.

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34 comments

  1. i found two lines of the first para so ROFL that I had to come back and read it later...

    I still dont get the wolf logic coz then you need to hear a howl and traces of blood etc. But then just 13yrs old and I presume none of them were fans of Arthur Conan Doyle, so lite... They seem like fans of red riding hood.

    Some think more in sync with the south would e a story of 'maariyamma' or some shaakini/daakini that haunted the camping grounds.

    This actually reminds me of a similar story. thnx lalu u just gave me my next flashback post!

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  2. rofl! just imagining all the squealing is so damn funny....It's like in the cartoons. Of course, when cartoons are part of it, how can it be otherwise.

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  3. eh.. so u and kavya camped in some "woods" in besant nagaraa? interesting.. i too am a major nature freak but i never knew such things even existed in chennai..

    and surely komodo dragon is an exaggeration what? there is no reptile that size except for crocs, in which case u were bloody right in screaming ur lungs out (mama-man to the rescue??).. average udumbu (monitor) aint that dangerous or big..

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  4. ROFL!! Damn! Where's Mama-man when you actually need him? Good to know you survived! :P ROFL @ "mother promise" - it's been a while since I've heard anyone say that, mother promise!

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  5. hehehe.. giant lizards?? hehehe

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  6. @max
    Well yea, in our defense, we were kutti pasangos. And you are very much welcome for the flashback :)

    @Adi
    You have a really sneaky way of commenting. :P

    @chokkathangam
    this was organized by Aavishkar or someone. And the komodo is an exaggeration, but that lizard was really really fat.

    @stith
    Yes, I have survived. :P Bet its been a long time since you heard God promise too. :D

    @nags
    They're not very funny when you actually see them. :P

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  7. the fat lizard, for all you know, was being teased by other lizards for being a fat ass. you raised him to near celeb status by playing a part in making him girl eating wolf king. you have done your good deed for life.

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  8. ROFL. I went camping w/ college buddies once, and ended up staying up all night and drinking while on the lookout for bears! In our defense, there had been multiple bear sighting that month at our campsite.

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  9. camp inside the city? was this that duke of edinburgh thing?

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  10. "Ya ya, wolf only. I think it ate somebody"

    We call such 'ya' guys 'ya-ya payan', or Ya Ali (pudusu kanna pudusu).

    In any case I know most of this is buruda. Kekeravan kenayana irunda ADMK oda 'ko. pa. cheillalar' Karunandinu solluveya

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  11. NR-17 comment

    "A giant THING was on the floor. I kid you not, it was the size of a komodo dragon"


    You dirty dirty girl!

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  12. Hahaha! Brilliant! My elder son is going through the increase-in-vegetation phase. He is more disturbed about zits, though, and treats them with the same horror that Ben Bernanke would treat a sub-prime mortgage paper. Younger son of course makes merry at the appearance of every new one, his current pastime being naming each one, usually after hill-stations. There is much acrimony

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  13. The worst moment is one's life is to hear the other person waiting screaming outside and then you have no move to make in the next 15to 30 secs.. if u know wht i mean :)

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  14. I pity the lizard. It would have its own story, if it had seen you at 3am.

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  15. you are so funny! lol too good!!!
    Rofl, lol, lmao and any other such general terms to express extreme merriment and mirth.
    keep it up :D

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  16. two squealing 13 year old girls at 3 in the morning?!? am sure the lizard must have messed up the escape trick and detached its head...

    ;p

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  17. @Rukmani
    lol!

    @Idling
    Hm...how did the alcohol help in looking out for bears exactly? enlighten me :)

    @niyantha
    noooooo. It was organized at the Besant Camping grounds (right next to The School KFI) by Aavishkar. Not DEAS.

    @Wicked
    I'm not going to argue with you. Nee burdannu nenachuko, purdannu nenachukko, no problem.
    And @NR 17 comment:
    Ok, so i did see a huge THING. Why, ya jealous, pipsqueak?

    @naren
    I feel Gautham's pain. Ask him to be brave, for this too shall pass.

    @nvp
    yes i know what you mean :)

    @arun sundar
    enakku idhuvum theva, innum theva.

    @buddy
    thankee! :D

    @smile a mile
    Nah, it was just temporarily stunned by the sonic power of our squeals :P

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  18. Nalla sollararu ya detail-u. Apidiye patha madri. (TR style) V'Tha, tell ya!

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  19. Hehe. LOL, rotfl.

    My sis hates anything that moves. She is the biggest bayandaanguzhi ever. So, we were watching NatGeo, my dad's fave channel and my sis's pet peeve against broadcast media. She slowly put her legs up on the sofa. My mom noticed and asked why only to receive an indignant snap: Engyaavdu romba pudichirku nu andha crocodile inga vandhidhu na? :D

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  20. LOL man! You've got a way with words! Awesome!

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  21. Hi!!! Long time...

    Too fat a lizard is it or wat???

    Nice narration..

    P.S: My 25th post awaitin ur visit.. :)

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  22. i am wondering what that lizard must have gone thru looking at your two screaming!

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  23. Campin aa? iv never been on a camp before :-/

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  24. Came from Mr.Shenoy's blog and glad that i did.

    CA and creativity are a rare combo. Keep up the good work. Nice reading you.

    Me too Chennai alumni. Pattabhi is a nice man. Reminds me of my 'Prime' days too!

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  25. Camps r alwayzzzz full of fun!!! :) :)

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  26. Oh Boy!
    Am addicted. No choice but to read entire blog now....
    accountancy....are you sure you're not missing your calling?

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  27. Camps r alwayzzzz full of fun!!! :) :)

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  28. Came from Mr.Shenoy's blog and glad that i did.

    CA and creativity are a rare combo. Keep up the good work. Nice reading you.

    Me too Chennai alumni. Pattabhi is a nice man. Reminds me of my 'Prime' days too!

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  29. i am wondering what that lizard must have gone thru looking at your two screaming!

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  30. camp inside the city? was this that duke of edinburgh thing?

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  31. Hi!!! Long time...

    Too fat a lizard is it or wat???

    Nice narration..

    P.S: My 25th post awaitin ur visit.. :)

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  32. ROFL!! Damn! Where's Mama-man when you actually need him? Good to know you survived! :P ROFL @ "mother promise" - it's been a while since I've heard anyone say that, mother promise!

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  33. i found two lines of the first para so ROFL that I had to come back and read it later...

    I still dont get the wolf logic coz then you need to hear a howl and traces of blood etc. But then just 13yrs old and I presume none of them were fans of Arthur Conan Doyle, so lite... They seem like fans of red riding hood.

    Some think more in sync with the south would e a story of 'maariyamma' or some shaakini/daakini that haunted the camping grounds.

    This actually reminds me of a similar story. thnx lalu u just gave me my next flashback post!

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