On Thursday, Feb 10th, three men showed up. They were from the Intelligence Bureau. Apparently there is heightened awareness regarding security and threats from the sea.
They asked me few questions and wanted to meet and check on the Englishman Chester from Birmingham, who lives close by. He once corrected me saying it is pronounced - Birminghm as in hum, not ham as in Birmingham Alabama. They wanted to know if he is engaged in any spying activity. I laughed and said they have to be kidding. They asked if he had a boat? The poor sod has no boat, no motor bike and his mobile phone is inactive! He spends his days "Om Shanti"! (Meditation, Yoga and reading) His words, not mine. They wanted to meet him and so I took them to his place. Hadn't met Chester in a while. He has grown a beard, has no mustache and looks like a Muslim Mullah. I used to jokingly call him Father Chester. Some times he wears a Tee Shirt with ॐ on it. I called him Swami Chester. Now he is Father Mullah Swami Chester. The meeting turned out to be more of an interrogation with all kinds of questions being asked. They wanted copies of his lease document and said they would take it with them to copy. At that point I said wait a bit, and asked the main guy if I could see his ID? He said they don't carry their IDs with them. Strange! The equivalent of the FBI here does not have to carry their ID. I wanted to know how we could verify he was who he said he was. So we called the local police station and I spoke to the head who is a lady, to verify and that panned out. Eventually, they said they wanted a copy of Chester's passport and so they all went to town together to get that taken care of. Chester met me the next day to say everything worked out OK.
Then today I had a visit from a local constable. He was not in uniform and flashed his ID. I think Madam Revati, PSI (Police Sub-Inspector) and head of the Honnavar police station must have mentioned to the constable that I might ask for his ID. He spent a few minutes with me and asked me all the standard questions of where I was from, what did I do for a living, why I was here and so on and on. I told him I had met the previous head a number of times and I had introduced myself to Madam Revati as well. He suggested that I meet her again. I said I would be happy to.
Both Father, Mullah, Swami Chester and I stick out like a sore thumb here. People are constantly wondering what we are doing here. The local desire is to get out of this place. They can't fathom out why us folks are here.