HAPPY... is a 5 letter word but has eternity in it. It is the cheapest and also the dearest in the world. Being happy is easiest and also the toughest. And Goa is the place which can give you epiphany of how bijou the life is for being happy surrounded by plethora of hurdles. A 4 day trip with my consort Pragya aka monitor, my sister Preeti aka sensor and Shelin aka guitar whom i mat first time but mended a relation of lifetime and beyond.
A trip of multiple objectives of giving Preeti moments of joy after year and half of struggle of fathers disease, meeting Shelin about whom i had heard a lot from pragya and to rupture the placid track of monotonous life and blessed ourselves with unadulterated air, overwhelming waves and recharge our nerves with aroma of refined alcohol.
A day before trip was the day of accentuated excitement. Monitor and Sensor prepared munchies for the journey and for 4 days. There I realize that for girls, fun of packing is at pinnacle for them. We started the trip on 13th morning around 7 AM. The destination was 430 km away, but the mesmerizing highway along western Ghats, bountiful waterfalls and mindless gossip made the journey a wormhole to Goa.
We arrived the heavenly destination at around 2 PM. Heart filled with joy and blood picked pace in veins as we saw the majestic view of our hotel. Vivacity got quadrupled as I saw Shelin, the man for whom i heard a lot but it was belittling of his personality to describe him in words. The man with passion... passion for music... passion for joy... passion for love.... passion for life. The first word he murmured pierced my heart and elevated the relation of casual acquaintance to brothers of wolf pack and the words were "welcome to Goa.. aao daru pio".
After warm welcome and unwanted introduction, my eyes fell on scintillating bottle of vodka, legally imported by guitar. Without any thoughts, my brain which rarely controlled by my heart, ordered my legs to grab the pure and sacred alcohol. we started the round of few pegs, cigarettes and endless talks. Its hard to pin point the reason, but from my immaculate heart i confess the potion for unadulterated words was alcohol and friends without benefit.
we discussed the topics tantamount to stars in Milky Way. The life we living, the job we doing, the interest we following, the things we missing. I was heartily impressed with Shelin's music delight and by knowing his achievement. As we reached the climax of bottle, moments turned from serene to scenic. When thoughts emancipated freely, even the funniest eyes get filled. We shared the thoughts upto 5 pm when me and Shelin got inebriated and made our girls let shout on us. The memories were not quite clear, but a faded picture is that we did the worst webcould. Broke a chair, danced like hobos, sang song on kareoke, shelin put lipstick and cry for love were few among many.
Then we woke up at 9 PM and went to saturday night market. the market was like big carnival. Hundreds of shops of Goan vagabonds looking like big home for hobos. Preeti, as she is shopoholic, went hyperactive. Me and Pragya wandered the streets with no thoughts with exception of to be part of that mystical place for forever. There we had the most delicious pizza i ever had. The tongue rolled down to my heart and cried for help to taste buds to let forget the aroma and taste of that.
The we drove around the edges of Goa unpurposely, from shrine to shack, meetin global hoi pollai with confetti of smiles all around. the drive with my girl, my closest pals was giving me joy thatcould not be expresses even on canvass as big as universe.
Next day was a slow start with lazy mood. To get a swirl in thrilling waves of arabian sea, we walked to Baga Beach, which i think was a big faux pas. The sun was at its bright, just overhead of us. Loosing a inch of girth of my waist by sweating, we reached to Baga, which was crowded like Bihari train compartment. With a havy heart of Miss Preeti, whose it was first visit to sea, we returned to hotel without exploring the furious waves. on the way, we ate the best maggie i ever tasted, dry and spicy. but the maverick spirit wanted quench thirsting play. So we jumped into the pool. We did all the mischives we could leaving no shame behind us. After Pheleps stunts, yogic pose and sprint runners, we took a tea break. The tea, prepared under the guidance of Mrs pragya was a tea for connoisseurs.
We continued to play till 3 PM. Then we drove to Vagator beach which is famous for its magical sunset. The photographs was the theme of the evening. The girl with apple and man with DSLR, i think we clicked atleast a zillion pics of trillion emotioj and poses. The men rising high, a man doing shit, a couple in love were few among the many poses. Its not the landing sun, its not the crystal clear water, its not the unforgettable view of coconut trees, but the sluice of happiness was opened by company of four, which was a dream forever. We left the beach after sunset with no predecided destination and no prejudice for drink. On the way we stopped at a hidden gem bar cookoo. Decoration was not opulent, but the open box mind of decorator made it unforgettable. Use of tyre rims, use of sacks, use of jute was beyond the thought of hoi polloi. We had a Hookah there, which Pragya hated and lime juice. After a calm and placid evening there, we reignited our travel engines and wandered the streets of young heaven.
For recharging our taste buds which were killed by pizza the previous day, we halted at Dominos and pizza and garlic bread. The taste made me remind that no matter how much liqour we consume, the actual inebriation comes by eating food of great taste. The day was over for me and Pragya, but was there lot remaning for Preeti and shelin and that is .... Club Cabana. The place which actually brought more closeness in my eternal relation with Pragya. The departure of them was as expected, but the arrival was beyond my wildest dream, which made me smile but made Pragya angrier then ever. Only 3 words she was murmering in unending loop and that were "I want Shelin". The laugh on my face was over thousands tears because I am so helpless to make the perfect couple a reality. Inside it was storm which was not ready to settle until they are united. But the hands of fate are beyond the Karma of mine and I left it on it. I dont have any more details of that night but i think Shelin can put more light on that.
Next day we had plan to exlore the mother nature of South Goa, which is still live and pure, far from adultary of North Goa. The journey was of 80KM. Pragya had little stomachache, but the vivaciy in her heart was not diminished. We reached to Agonda beach at around 2 PM. The beach, one of the most beautifulin world, long flawless coastline, panaromic view of lust green adjucent hillocks and waves of devine music, it was a scenic thought come true. While Pragya was taking rest, me, Shelin and Preeti sat on shack of Velvet Sunset resort. We started with the round of sacred alcohol branded as Old Monk and the emancipation of thoughts that followed was undefinable and not to be disclosed. The thoughts were many but the words were few. But in few words we had the conversation of life time. Talking with a man of passion like Shelin really encouraged me to break the shackles of monotony and get going towards to spread the halo of your's around the globe. We sat there till 5 till Sun loose its heat and shine.
we moved towrds the ocean of pearls. The water shinning like liquid silver garnished by golden sunlight. We enjoyed there tilll 7 PM. The moment passed like blink of eye. Holding hard in water, hugging tight to feel warmth. It was like an inception to be there forever. That moment made me realize that actual remedy of monotony is calmness of nature... not concrete jungles of mankind. Then we moved towards our resort, relaxed a bit and then moved to serene market, along side Agonda beach. The market was cluster of Global culture, national of deifferent countries settled there, owning bars, pubs, shops. Momemt like there made me feel proud that India hosts global hoi polloi with same love and affection as was thousands year before. There we sat at Bar with live music and decoration like heavenly way through million star of brightest galaxy. The mood was livly but it soon turned malencholic. The day was last of our trip and the cupid and the angel were about to get apart. The eyes were heavy, the voice was shrivvling and the eyes were fille with tears of sad departure.. then we returned to beach shack and started the Bob Marley music with universal healer Ganja. The body was full of energy to enjoy with all, but a storm of departing was ramshackling the carnival of fun. Sat there for around 2 hours, discussing about the best moments which were million and the worst moments which was only one , when me and shelin was highly inebriated. Talked about how to pave the course of personal and professional future, about how and when we will meet again. Night picked its rythem when Shelin started song BAPU TERI, a combination of high beats and immaculate feelings. Me and pragya left at 1.. giving the novice love birds the breeze of endless seas, bed of goan shack and blanket of twinkling stars. Though i was not there with them, but could feel the pain and smiles running simultaneously in their eyes
Next morning, the last morning of togetherness, we woke up at 7 AM and left the blissful land at around 9 .. we drove back to North Goa and dropped Shelin as his flight was of midnight. He rented a superb room with kitchenette, ac and other amenities. After settling him, we were at point too say adieu to our companion. ... though just a causal friend when mat, now having brotherhood running through veins. A crazy idea of eloping them both passed my mind, but I forbid myself thinking of mom and dad. With heaviest heartm we said bye to him, pleading to meet at least once in year... to behold our amity... our friendship... our BROTHERHOOD
one the way back, we stopped at thadi near amboli ghat for maggie and tea. The mystique view, cool breeze and tangy aroma recharged our damped spirit. With continous drive of 8 hours, we reached to Baramati at around 9Pm. Physical trip ended, but still, even after 7 months we are atill on trip.. a trip which keep our hearts and soul in matrix which has no way out. No days goes by without recalling the tomfoolery, the talks, the tag lines of trip. It was a trip of imaginations.... a trip of dreams.. a trip where nothing mattered except care of esch other, where nothing we were striving for except fun.. where mind was at siesta and all events defined by HEART...
THANKS to Preeti, Shelin and my beloved wife Pragya to make me part of a memory which is ever scintillating in universe of my memories...
A trip of multiple objectives of giving Preeti moments of joy after year and half of struggle of fathers disease, meeting Shelin about whom i had heard a lot from pragya and to rupture the placid track of monotonous life and blessed ourselves with unadulterated air, overwhelming waves and recharge our nerves with aroma of refined alcohol.
A day before trip was the day of accentuated excitement. Monitor and Sensor prepared munchies for the journey and for 4 days. There I realize that for girls, fun of packing is at pinnacle for them. We started the trip on 13th morning around 7 AM. The destination was 430 km away, but the mesmerizing highway along western Ghats, bountiful waterfalls and mindless gossip made the journey a wormhole to Goa.
We arrived the heavenly destination at around 2 PM. Heart filled with joy and blood picked pace in veins as we saw the majestic view of our hotel. Vivacity got quadrupled as I saw Shelin, the man for whom i heard a lot but it was belittling of his personality to describe him in words. The man with passion... passion for music... passion for joy... passion for love.... passion for life. The first word he murmured pierced my heart and elevated the relation of casual acquaintance to brothers of wolf pack and the words were "welcome to Goa.. aao daru pio".
After warm welcome and unwanted introduction, my eyes fell on scintillating bottle of vodka, legally imported by guitar. Without any thoughts, my brain which rarely controlled by my heart, ordered my legs to grab the pure and sacred alcohol. we started the round of few pegs, cigarettes and endless talks. Its hard to pin point the reason, but from my immaculate heart i confess the potion for unadulterated words was alcohol and friends without benefit.
we discussed the topics tantamount to stars in Milky Way. The life we living, the job we doing, the interest we following, the things we missing. I was heartily impressed with Shelin's music delight and by knowing his achievement. As we reached the climax of bottle, moments turned from serene to scenic. When thoughts emancipated freely, even the funniest eyes get filled. We shared the thoughts upto 5 pm when me and Shelin got inebriated and made our girls let shout on us. The memories were not quite clear, but a faded picture is that we did the worst webcould. Broke a chair, danced like hobos, sang song on kareoke, shelin put lipstick and cry for love were few among many.
Then we woke up at 9 PM and went to saturday night market. the market was like big carnival. Hundreds of shops of Goan vagabonds looking like big home for hobos. Preeti, as she is shopoholic, went hyperactive. Me and Pragya wandered the streets with no thoughts with exception of to be part of that mystical place for forever. There we had the most delicious pizza i ever had. The tongue rolled down to my heart and cried for help to taste buds to let forget the aroma and taste of that.
The we drove around the edges of Goa unpurposely, from shrine to shack, meetin global hoi pollai with confetti of smiles all around. the drive with my girl, my closest pals was giving me joy thatcould not be expresses even on canvass as big as universe.
Next day was a slow start with lazy mood. To get a swirl in thrilling waves of arabian sea, we walked to Baga Beach, which i think was a big faux pas. The sun was at its bright, just overhead of us. Loosing a inch of girth of my waist by sweating, we reached to Baga, which was crowded like Bihari train compartment. With a havy heart of Miss Preeti, whose it was first visit to sea, we returned to hotel without exploring the furious waves. on the way, we ate the best maggie i ever tasted, dry and spicy. but the maverick spirit wanted quench thirsting play. So we jumped into the pool. We did all the mischives we could leaving no shame behind us. After Pheleps stunts, yogic pose and sprint runners, we took a tea break. The tea, prepared under the guidance of Mrs pragya was a tea for connoisseurs.
We continued to play till 3 PM. Then we drove to Vagator beach which is famous for its magical sunset. The photographs was the theme of the evening. The girl with apple and man with DSLR, i think we clicked atleast a zillion pics of trillion emotioj and poses. The men rising high, a man doing shit, a couple in love were few among the many poses. Its not the landing sun, its not the crystal clear water, its not the unforgettable view of coconut trees, but the sluice of happiness was opened by company of four, which was a dream forever. We left the beach after sunset with no predecided destination and no prejudice for drink. On the way we stopped at a hidden gem bar cookoo. Decoration was not opulent, but the open box mind of decorator made it unforgettable. Use of tyre rims, use of sacks, use of jute was beyond the thought of hoi polloi. We had a Hookah there, which Pragya hated and lime juice. After a calm and placid evening there, we reignited our travel engines and wandered the streets of young heaven.
For recharging our taste buds which were killed by pizza the previous day, we halted at Dominos and pizza and garlic bread. The taste made me remind that no matter how much liqour we consume, the actual inebriation comes by eating food of great taste. The day was over for me and Pragya, but was there lot remaning for Preeti and shelin and that is .... Club Cabana. The place which actually brought more closeness in my eternal relation with Pragya. The departure of them was as expected, but the arrival was beyond my wildest dream, which made me smile but made Pragya angrier then ever. Only 3 words she was murmering in unending loop and that were "I want Shelin". The laugh on my face was over thousands tears because I am so helpless to make the perfect couple a reality. Inside it was storm which was not ready to settle until they are united. But the hands of fate are beyond the Karma of mine and I left it on it. I dont have any more details of that night but i think Shelin can put more light on that.
Next day we had plan to exlore the mother nature of South Goa, which is still live and pure, far from adultary of North Goa. The journey was of 80KM. Pragya had little stomachache, but the vivaciy in her heart was not diminished. We reached to Agonda beach at around 2 PM. The beach, one of the most beautifulin world, long flawless coastline, panaromic view of lust green adjucent hillocks and waves of devine music, it was a scenic thought come true. While Pragya was taking rest, me, Shelin and Preeti sat on shack of Velvet Sunset resort. We started with the round of sacred alcohol branded as Old Monk and the emancipation of thoughts that followed was undefinable and not to be disclosed. The thoughts were many but the words were few. But in few words we had the conversation of life time. Talking with a man of passion like Shelin really encouraged me to break the shackles of monotony and get going towards to spread the halo of your's around the globe. We sat there till 5 till Sun loose its heat and shine.
we moved towrds the ocean of pearls. The water shinning like liquid silver garnished by golden sunlight. We enjoyed there tilll 7 PM. The moment passed like blink of eye. Holding hard in water, hugging tight to feel warmth. It was like an inception to be there forever. That moment made me realize that actual remedy of monotony is calmness of nature... not concrete jungles of mankind. Then we moved towards our resort, relaxed a bit and then moved to serene market, along side Agonda beach. The market was cluster of Global culture, national of deifferent countries settled there, owning bars, pubs, shops. Momemt like there made me feel proud that India hosts global hoi polloi with same love and affection as was thousands year before. There we sat at Bar with live music and decoration like heavenly way through million star of brightest galaxy. The mood was livly but it soon turned malencholic. The day was last of our trip and the cupid and the angel were about to get apart. The eyes were heavy, the voice was shrivvling and the eyes were fille with tears of sad departure.. then we returned to beach shack and started the Bob Marley music with universal healer Ganja. The body was full of energy to enjoy with all, but a storm of departing was ramshackling the carnival of fun. Sat there for around 2 hours, discussing about the best moments which were million and the worst moments which was only one , when me and shelin was highly inebriated. Talked about how to pave the course of personal and professional future, about how and when we will meet again. Night picked its rythem when Shelin started song BAPU TERI, a combination of high beats and immaculate feelings. Me and pragya left at 1.. giving the novice love birds the breeze of endless seas, bed of goan shack and blanket of twinkling stars. Though i was not there with them, but could feel the pain and smiles running simultaneously in their eyes
Next morning, the last morning of togetherness, we woke up at 7 AM and left the blissful land at around 9 .. we drove back to North Goa and dropped Shelin as his flight was of midnight. He rented a superb room with kitchenette, ac and other amenities. After settling him, we were at point too say adieu to our companion. ... though just a causal friend when mat, now having brotherhood running through veins. A crazy idea of eloping them both passed my mind, but I forbid myself thinking of mom and dad. With heaviest heartm we said bye to him, pleading to meet at least once in year... to behold our amity... our friendship... our BROTHERHOOD
one the way back, we stopped at thadi near amboli ghat for maggie and tea. The mystique view, cool breeze and tangy aroma recharged our damped spirit. With continous drive of 8 hours, we reached to Baramati at around 9Pm. Physical trip ended, but still, even after 7 months we are atill on trip.. a trip which keep our hearts and soul in matrix which has no way out. No days goes by without recalling the tomfoolery, the talks, the tag lines of trip. It was a trip of imaginations.... a trip of dreams.. a trip where nothing mattered except care of esch other, where nothing we were striving for except fun.. where mind was at siesta and all events defined by HEART...
THANKS to Preeti, Shelin and my beloved wife Pragya to make me part of a memory which is ever scintillating in universe of my memories...
