How We Named Jagat

Cows, Harsh and Om

So this is why this place is called 'Cow's Ear'...you can't walk a straight line without stepping into cow poo...wait, cow poo is too cute a word! Bullshit just about covers it.

TmP (a.k.a. Pari), SharBear (a.k.a. AWme) and I (a.k.a Tups) are in a rickety little auto winding our way towards the beach. Robin Hood Auto driver (a.k.a. Harsh) is pleased with our parcels and our pockets...
The first glance of Om beach is a heart-stopping, breathtaking moment. The rickiti-ness of the auto increases with the ascent.
Tups: If TmP managed to get that bus, we'll manage to get a place at Ganesh Cafe.

New friends are arriving, excitement is brimming, plans are being made.

SharBear: Tickets!

TmP: *looks at scenery, drools at the beauty, smiles in serenity*

Me: *hyper, ugly bunny on drugs and sunshine* OMG, OMG, OMG.





We arrive into a hustle and bustle, calls are made to Nboy, Tash and Jugs-the-then-Ro. We see the cab driving up and shuffle between frantic waving and ticket-booking. SharBear is being responsible, TmP is smiling at the new-comers and I am distracted by the bright colors like a child with a shiny object.





Introductions are made, at which point, SharBear looks inspired; the emerald-colored eyes light up and she points at Jugs-the-then-Rohit and exclaims:





SharBear: You are not a Rohit. You are a Jagat!





Silence ensues for 25 seconds before people exclaim in consent. This is how Jugs-the-then-Rohit became Jagat/Jugs/Juggy/Juggy-D.





The afternoon passes serenely, the four girls giggle, the boys do boy-things, the beers are brought out, the sea-food is inhaled, naps are taken and the night sets in.





It is at 9 P.M that NBoy and myself decide to go out and inquire about a bonfire. Ana-the-Awesome says it shall take half an hour. Grabbing two bottles of beers, the two of us (Nboy and myself) set out to the beach to wait out the half hour. Conversations about life take place by the sea, under the twinkling stars.





9.30PM - bonfire is in full-fledge and the night jump starts. Beer is guzzled, warmth is enjoyed, the girls are whispering, the boys are laughing, strangers are met, green-leaves are inhaled and happiness is flowing.





Mid-night approaches - the hour of magic, some might say? Conversations dwindle down to whispers. Nboy and Sharbear are engaged in conversation and Tash and I are giggling about prospective opportunities. The entire while, Jugs and TmP have quiet muttered discussions that we can't hear but do make us wonder...





It is at this point that heads turn and we happen to glance at Jugs and TmP...





.... mouths drop, smiles bloom and giggling happens.





To say it was a hot embrace would be an understatement. To say it was romantic would be a fact :)





SharBear: Omg.

Tasha: Omg.

NBoy: Omg.

Me: Omg.

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Ep. 3 is the real start to the story. :)