Our encounter with Langurs ..

Langurs and Monkeys are some of the nasty creatures on earth. No wonder, they are our ancestors.

Jeetu was carrying a bag full of his bananas (The Monkey Effect) , Grapes and Ber. He sat near us, opened his bag and started hogging on bananas. We were all relaxing out and didn't realize a whole troop of langurs were waiting to attack that plastic bag. There was an uncle with his grand daughter that were sitting near us. They also had to get up because those langurs acted really nasty to grab that bag full of fruits.

Somehow, Jeetu didn't leave his FRUITS and those langurs took away his Bananas. (Stop running your wild horses of imagination, its the fruit that I'm talking about here :P :P ). Jeetu managed to save grapes and ber inside the bag. I  kind of feel fattu when monkeys are near me. I grabbed my phone and managed to run away from the site and was constantly abusing Jeetu for bringing that bag of fruits with him.

Shobhit and me got up from there and parked ourselves at a place far away from the previous one. Jeetu, who fought with langurs over his packet full of fruits came near us  hiding that packet inside his jacket. He opened that packet again and Shobhit started popping grapes with Jeetu. But, they were not lucky enough.

Suddenly, 3-4 more langurs came and grabbed the entire bag again. This time they were in no mood to leave that packet. Our bag, mobile phones, camera everything was lying there. 

Shobhit : Abey sale, mera bag aur jacket to utha le. 

Me : Mere bas ki nahin hai, main to bhaag raha hoon yahan se (Spoken like a true Fattu). 

Jeetu : Abey kuch nahi hoga. Tension mat le.

But, Shobhit and Tension are insaperable.

Shobhit : Abey yaar, utha laa be jacket, please.

Jeetu : Arre kuch nahi karenge yeh log. Tu aaram se baith.

Shobhit was very concerned about his bag and jacket. He went near those langurs who were busy hogging on those "Free ke Fruits" and slowly got hold of his bag and jacket, snatched it away and came back. Jeetu was all sad because the langurs didn't offer him any of his fruits. 

Me : Main jaa raha hoon yahan se. Main aur nahin jhel sakta hoon.

Shobhit : Haan yaar chalte hai, gaadi main baithenge. 

Jeetu : ( was constantly staring those langurs and was abusing them to the core.) Chalo chalte hai.

So, all dead tired souls tracked back the same path that got us inside the premises of Bhangarh palace. Our most awaited visit to Bhangarh came to an end as soon as we stepped out of the main gate.

I called up Anukraman sir to ask about the route which we should take on our way to back to Delhi. In the middle of discussion I proposed Jeetu and Shobhit about going to Jaipur as it was around 100 Kms away from Bhangarh, but they both said no. Anukraman Sir is very good with directions and he told me another route which would connect to NH-11A and then straight to NH-8 at Manoharpur via Sainthal and Raisar. 

So, we parked our asses in the car. Switched on the A.C as it was really very hot and started moving back home. 

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