This blog
post is about a journey, a holiday taken after months of hard work ,an escape from
the thing called competition, performance ,results etc etc
So we boarded Goa Express (Mind it if you are not in a group or with a romantic
partner when days seem into minutes, don’t try this train 38 hours of journey
can take your nerves out)
30 of us
went to Goa and all credit goes to Ankit sir for handling not some little kids
but grown up adults who every passing minute wanted to do something different
from the group Amid Aantakshari, dumbshall act, mimicry our journey proceeded
disturbing our fellow travelers when cards start world comes to a halt and non
players (yeah it was me) look as the most foolish ones .The train journey was a
roller coaster one with swords drawn out on the movie names ,enmity feeling
which can beat India Pakistan ,mimicry by Sarika which left people wondering “Am
I actually like this”, the ever so pathetic train ka khana ,some facebookites
updating every single second and cherry on the cake was ghost stories until
midnight
Goa gives
you a liberating experience ,a kind of break free attitude that strikes you the
point you deboard the train as we reached ,I was enlightened that “What happens
in goa ,stays in goa”(does it remind you of some other place?? Forget it…………J )
We stayed at
South Goa’s Palolem beach and if you are looking for a serene ,quiet place, beaches
that remind you of a distant island ,a romantic sojourn then south goa is what
you are looking for thday had already ended when we reached so we just sat on
the beach talking, dreaming There is something about beaches that make you
dream ,dream not of materialistic gains but something deep ,something spiritual
Next day was
planned a trip to North goa and inspite of waking up the earliest we were late
(we means the three girls-Nova, Prema and me) Finally on being threatened that
we would be left behind we rushed secret is we always were late because………ha ha
ha u actually believed I will split out beans of our girls talks, no way
The bus
proceeded to Basilica of Bom Jesus church amid lungi dance and fevicol types
item songs and here was Gaurav Agrawal,he never sat on a seat for a minute
,always dancing its people like them who never let the dancing mood die down
The church is marvelllous ,visit it not for the story of a miracle called St Francis
and his 400 year old body but for beautiful gothic architecture ,don’t rush,absorb
the intricacies of architecture ,its lovely Agauda fort was next stop
,initially used as a water tank the age old walls face sea and I could find
some guides telling tourists about the movies being shot there ,we can never
come out of bollywood the continuity ,the walls with small windows make Agauda
Fort so splendid as if it challenges Sea,questions its mightiness and still
stands tall
Yipee. North
Goa and its water sports ,the fun part
actually began I was very terrified about the banana ride and the prospect of
being thrown into the mid sea and these friends of mine assured that they will
save me if I drown The person standing at the edge of banana was holding my
life jacket and I thought he was such a saint to support me suddenly I saw God
in him Mid sea he held my jacket and threw me into sea and took the steamer
with the rest of the people along I was like WTF !This demon actually left me
here, well life jackets were there and Sid and Vishal screaming that keep
cycling and yes inspite of that demon ,I was alive we went deep into sea later
for an hour and I know I was a headache by being a non swimmer and always
ending up coughing salt water after every wave, my friends never thought of
leaving me and made sure someone or the other was always around to hold if I lost
balance…..Love you doston for that
The main
adventure was not water sports but finding out that we were left behind as we
were late after changing and the bus headed to cruise as the tickets were pre booked
(We here again refers to the three of us) we called ,bus waited midway and when
we reached we could feel whispering and angry eyes penetrating us and then
again friends ,Pankaj,Sidd,gaurav,vishal and shiva made us feel that”Ho jata
hai” nothing to worry ,making us laugh which we did not until we said sorry to
sir While everyone assured us that
nothing to be sad ,sir made it real being the sweetest person
The late
night talks were all full of planning for the next day,a group wanted to
explore casinos, we wanted to go to Disco ,someone wanted to have a lone time
at the beach and the day dawns ,we all took a boat ride to honeymoon island ,At
the middle of the sea was carnatic music with Akshara Damle and when we
returned a big wave splashed over all the plans made a night before ,after
discussions, road safety ,distance issues, girls safety each and every plan was
headed towards a no (he he) and evening was spent in biking ,trying local
cuisine, buying cashews and Mallikarjun Temple (Krishna – mere ghar waale
bolenge tu Mathura se Goa mandir dekhne gaya hai………;-) and here came the shocker of the day-Silent
disco now I really want to know who came up with this idea ,Dance is a
community feeling,to celebrate joy,togetherness ,happiness or just to enjoy
,Keeping headphones on and dancing is something I could not understand and so
did others When we perform classical ,its said that you have to make the
audience believe that he/she is actually radha and is longing for love and then
this silent disco-something very individualistic, very isolated and very silent
Well Goa
trip came to an end and I was at the beach at 6 in the morning for I knew I will
miss the beach ,the splasing sound of
waves the most when I reach back to hustle of Delhi and sitting there clicking
pictures of couples who were trying after every failed attempt of self clicking,
I observed something that I would carry with myself back” A Russian Father and
his 2 year old son at the beach, waves come,the boy falls and he puts his hand
towards father but the father does not hold, the child walks on hands and legs
,again the wave comes and he fells The father stands there just saying get up
and finally the child stands on two feet ,again to be splashed by a wave and
again trying ,Father never ever holding his hand and only boosting verbally “……………….so
on the southern most end of Goa at sunrise ,I got life’s little lesson-lesson
of parenting
Back to the
train ,everyone was tired, exhausted, sleeping, exchanging numbers and in the
process of one or the other person getting down in between at their home
towns,almost everyone got down ,hugged, waved goodbye ,promised to stay in touch ,This made me
believe that we may have missed visiting a casino or a beach but we did not
miss making new friends
This is for
everyone there………………………
"I couldn't find
the right words
Nothing seemed to rhyme
To write something for you all
I think it will take time
Because when you have friends
That are very hard to find
There's so much to say
Because you make everything alright
So I will tell you right now
exactly what I need to say
To show you how much I appreciate
You all being there everyday
You're worth more than anyone
even a million pounds
Because you always know what to say
When I am feeling down
You made me smile big smiles
And my days so very bright
And when I was sad
we talked the
whole night
I sometimes wish I could explain
How much you all mean to me
But its just not possible
To list a billion things
So I just wanted to say
I love you so so much
And I hope you never leave me
promise to stay in touch...........Sehar
