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Today, here I’m going to tell something that no shapefull person should ever say, about himself. I’m going to get even with that! There will be no escape from my revenge.

Now that I’ve lashed out, let me move onto explain myself.

Buildup

Our Hero, the soon-to-be-flat eyes shot open at an unfriendly hour. It was O’five hundred. He had a dream, an epiphany, an awaking. For months he had planned this in his mind. The day had come.  One who is realistic about it goes in thinking for his long anticipated trial by fire. Bring it on. Man will surely prevail, thought our immature hero to himself.

Our Hero was no different than anyone in his shoes. He dealt it with a smile.  As painful as anyone who has done this, will tell.

Then came the Hour

Finally he set off, alone, abandoned.  In a matter of few minutes, he made a discovery, “Gee! not bad, look at them I surely will prevail”. Fool. He began to day dream as he crossed the first sign to his relief, whether he would accept a position in Indian Olympic Team, really as much of a honour it is, but he wasn’t sure if he can fit that into his busy schedule.

At the half mark, the majority of people had stopped. He felt triumphant. Try-Im-phat what? danced past him a 60 year old! Our Hero felt he needed to take matters into his hand. He picked up the elixir. Presenting to you, Himalaya packaged bottled water. Ahhh! This is easy. Drinking.

Our Hero felt great! This is easy stuff!! Beg your pardon, what is that you said?

Wall

He frowned, the distance was growing on him.  He felt it was going to get tougher than he anticipated. Our Hero merely pushed the wall, rather he crawled. The wall has given birth to all other walls. Our Hero knew about this wall, he was prepared. Or not. The wall could not be broken by a mere mortal and with every step he realised how unrealistically mortal he is. Pain grew with every step, anyone who has stepped on a Lego block in a dark room can relate. He decided to ignore it.  Minutes later, it was no longer a conscious decision.

I will not be Denied

Our hero, being something of a pious type when faced with adversity, tried to think of encouraging scripture. Imagination held its place as leading him was a sight for any eye. Oddly, by some witchcraft the pain had turned into pleasure.  Running, it seemed was quite painful and walking was as much the same. However the sway was exquisitely appealing.

As he crossed the finish line, he felt like he walked into a dance party. With moves never seen before. Hand to knees, buttocks to ground, the place was electric.  He couldn’t talk much. Why he thought that everyone after this would want to listen to a DJ. His mind wandered towards something of his liking, The Top Ten Things That I Want To Eat Right After Having My Soul Ripped Out By The Wall. It came to eleven.

After an hour, our hero felt better.

Dead Man Walking

He shouted, “Auto!!!”

Going nowhere…

Take that!

I was starting to get through the fact, to apply myself in travelling the different parts of galaxy each weekend – was kind of important. So today I steered myself right, so me went with me advice. I was in need of my shinning armour!

Bled to death

Took care of the buggers, insatiable morons!

Time for a quick checklist

• Armour
• Strength
• Chariot

 

Hot wheels

Err..A real human ride, please.

Thank you

With half a seat to spare, I obliged its emperor with the most expensive gift.

The cool breeze was no longer to be felt as I precariously found myself in a maze.

I could feel the sweat on my brow, the urge to break free, the path that will lead me somewhere, I climbed  the tallest mountain!

Peak

This torrid journey had left me dry under the scorching sun, and how I wished for an oasis!

After the consumption of heavenly elixir like a valiant gladiator I marched onwards to meet my advisory.

Elixir

I overcome my first larger than life opponent.

(Gladiator OST)

As I made myself to believe  I’d seen it all – until champion of the Champions magically appeared –

I'm the goatie!

He now serves me as a slave, only to answer to his name DSC_0026.

Holy cow!! The gods  have witnessed my triumph.

How ya doin?

Bagging the glory me humbly disappeared amidst the masses.

Spectators

The countryside had left me bleeding for food.

I see to my amazement familiar sights witnessed in my adolescent years, a home away from home that haunts me in my memory. Singing the enchanted songs, a hex that drew me towards it.

Family-rity

While I cannot think of this as an espionage, but I must secure my cover – food they say is a way towards one’s heart, and I needed  a fast fix!

Dial 000 for home delivery

Having successfully completed my mission I needed to sleep away , damn I’d forgotten my rocket boots.

My mom is far, far away in another planet and they have seized my ship!

Hmm...

P.S. : Pictures courtesy Bangalore, Photographer – tangyorangesour.

CityTraveler

Let’s face it, for most part; people take for granted everything their own city has to offer. Isn’t that the reason we all wish to “get away” and spend couple of weeks hidden away in the cold mountains to be awaken by the soft touch of the warm morning sun or to feel the cool breeze against the temple as we slowly walk on those sandy beaches. That’s fine I suppose, but usually, the experience is costly in terms of time and money and more often than not, is even stressful than just staying home. So I asked myself, “When was the last time I had a blast visiting a new city or town and didn’t spend a lot of money?” Probably not often, but it can be done with the greatest of ease. What I needed to do is go on a weekend vacation in my own city! The city of joy!

People usually go from work to home and back and they neglect the fact they live in a thriving metropolis that has an abundance of entertainment and attractions to offer. I know the density of people will overwhelm most  but I felt at ease.

All I needed is a plan, a weekend and the enthusiasm. The enthusiasm came in the form of friend who visited – I needed no more reason.

Howrah Bridge

Situated on the banks of Hoogly River Kolkata is one of those cities that still has the age old charm but still doesn’t want to grow into the future. It boasts of a graceful culture, rich history and versatile culture and is the cradle of the Indian Communist movements. But let’s not divert to politics which as a matter of fact is a favourite pastime for most Bengalis who rather spend their time discussing (read arguing) politics over a cup of tea and puffing away till the day dies out. Speaking of which ITC headquarters are here, have you seen the bottom of the cigarette case? You will know.

From people to places to history, this place is as old as it gets. We all know the Red Coats had practically invaded every piece of land they set their foot on and this city is no different. Kolkata’s long association with the British Raj has been highly rewarded in terms of marvelous Victorian style mansions. These proud testimonials of an elegant past have been conserved as national heritage cites. The Victoria Memorials, The

Victoria Memorial

Indian Museum, St Pauls Cathedral, National Library of India, Jorasanko Thakur Bari, Writers’ building, Shaheed Minar and Raj Bhavan; the city is bestowed with a plethora of spectacles. With the first of General Post Office (GPO) in the country is an immense structure – the mere size of it overwhelms me! The mere glance of the Kolkata railway station and the colossal Howrah Bridge is adequate to quench the thirsty traveler.

I took turns visiting the places via routes other than the usual. I saw a different part of the city, its people, the hopes, the demise, the corruption, the reluctance to develop as it still sits in the pre-Independence era.

Electric Tram

From vehicles to electric trams to the underground metro railway this city’s transport is still the best compared to the rest of the country. One can easily get lost in time. If a tram ride through boulevard, covered with colonial buildings delights you, if the blend of pastoral and offbeat thrills you, if you are fond of artistic performances, Kolkata would be a perfect location where you are sure to come across with the hodgepodge of above.

Inside a crowded metro railway

From hopping onto a tram to move across the old city to taking the metro to conveniently travel works up quite an appetite and this place is no alien to the culinary delicacies that awaits the hungry traveler. Renowned for its infamous sweet delicacies such as Rosogollas, Sandesh it’s a sweet tooth’s paradise.

Bengali Thali @Aheli

To add to it fishes are the main delicacies – from fresh sweet fish to the salty ones. One can easily grab a bite on the inexpensive food stalls/shops or make their way to restaurants that caters to the wealthy. From Flury’s all day breakfast to Aheli’s Bengali Thali to Amenia’s Biriyani to the road side chicken roll, the heavenly ice-creams of Kwality to Bhim Nag’s sandesh , you won’t go hungry.

Flurys Confectioneries

If you’re culturally inclined you can come across the Academy of Fine Arts – though personally I’m no artist I prefer to just watch from a distance. I like my space. Speaking of space brings me to the most exciting thing about this place its Maidan (ground) an immense piece of land that is open to all – you can go for an early morning jog to a evening stroll with the loved one’s, believe me when I say it spans a huge area and this place will wear you out.

Just another shop at a Mall

It in fact came as a breath of fresh air as I was getting tired of the pub/mall culture. Sometimes getting back to the roots help. I discovered some new roads, some specialties, came across very harsh people to equally warm one’s – just goes to show the vast demographic we live in. Quite fascinating to be honest with you, but the most peaceful thing is you can always come back home.

Only a small view of Maidan

The last weekend was  quite tiresome, I grew corns under my feet, my wallet no longer heavy, but you know what’s the best thing of the end of the day? Tomorrow it starts all over again….

Burning bright

“Hey you awake?”

“Yup, so what time are you gonna  reach….Hmm.. how about sometime around 6:30ish.. Ok cool..see ya then.”

“Hey you reached yet??  Nopes..waiting..ok..stay put..we are gonna pick  you up.. hmm..pretty darn cool if you ask me!”

“So, what about now? Err.. how about some early breakfast? Like? South-Indian re.. ok”

“Dude..just park it..no worries, its early morning…well if you insist.”

“Bhaiya, ek vada-idli, ek idli aur ek upma aur ha ek chai bhi.”

“Darn it man what are they waiting for – a chief guest  for inauguration or what!! — &!@#$ – about time..they opened – bhaiya, 1000 ka petrol dena”

“Haha..paisa nahi hain…no worries got some; lets head out before the traffic intensifies..”

“Abe..where’s the stereo – WHAT!!!”

“ Ohh…see -see there’s an ATM!! Yeah..chal nikal”

“Hey dude- look to your left, there’s ParleG’s factory—could you roll down the windows so I can smell it – pagal hain kya?? No ways man – A/C chal raha hain..hmm”

You know what’s more ironic is we are heading out to bask under sun.

“Usko puch..arre puch na.. –  yeah..take the left its right! ahem-ahem”

“So where do you wanna go, Sanman?” – No too early better head out to the beach..

“Hey you coming kya?? No you guys go ahead”

“I’m gonna go and sit under the shade – coming kya?”

“What time they gonna come out of the damn sea – look there they are—good.”

“So, shall we go to Sanman then??”

“Arre..lets have a few pomfrets @Mahesh Lunch home na..ok”

“Hey lets sit under the fan na?” – So the family man sitting suddenly voiced –there’s also a fan there- wonder what was his problem had we sat next to his table.

Yes sir, what would you like to have ?

“How about four plates of pomfrets – and a ‘soulcurry’ (konkan health drink)”

“Its piping hot..yeah I know that’s what makes it more tasty” — I devoured it as a feline. My peers as humans.

“Yummmy.”

Now we shall drink to it – gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp!

“Another naka! –arre bas bi karo – so how many tolls did we pay?- hmm..”

“Ok, so we are here..wait let me ask exactly where it is”

“Bhaiya – woh sanman hotel – machli wala kidhar hain?”

“Just go straight, it will be on the right after 4 mins – wait – I see you got a car – then it shall take less than 2 mins” – hmm..talk about observant people!

“Yes…finally!!”

“Suno bhaiya, 4 plates of pomfrets as starters”

By this time, our neighbouring tables have been  served numerous times with a different set of  customers.

“Anything else sir?”

“No just the bill.”

“Haha..we’ve outdone ourselves yet again.”

So what were we talking about?

RECAP: Last time, gang minus me with a fellow vegetarian (count as 5) managed to get a bill less than ours (read as 4 )

“Haha..look at his paunch – I tell you its gonna explode! – no wonder; the amount of food he just ate!”

“Ok, lets head out to the beach now…”

“Too hot re..no re..lets go back to Pune…dhyat..no lets go..ok baba.”

“Hey..what sight re..lets park here..no lets head out a bit more..”

Patience, I tell you…

“Magnificent…Awesome..magni-some.”

So we started walking under the blazing sun soaking in the tranquil environment. Till we reached the end of the shore..This till date has been the most beautiful beach I’ve ever been to.

We sat quietly witnessing one of the marvels of nature. Waves after waves crashing against the rocks. No respite from the burning sun, we simply sat there. Just sat there.

“Let’s head back…”

“Hey hey..lets play a bit with the sand..”

Sand sculptors, and enthusiast were my friends.

From making sun, to multi-tunnel to a fellow passionate photographer who attentively managed to click pictures of a living shell.

“Hmm..hungry kya?”

“Yeah…omelet ..hmm..pakode..lays..aur aur..hmmm..ok let it be just that .”

Indianized beaches help, I tell you!

The weather was cooling down a bit, but we needed to head back.

So I slept as the car found its way to the express-way and the day was no longer burning bright.

A trip down memory lane…..

If it weren’t for stories and snaps carried back home to show-off, travel wouldn’t have been much fun. Missing those days I  start reminiscing  good old days reaching destination  Lonavala.

It was one of the short weekend getaway. Rainy season and any place looks good right? If you ask me, its even better when its a lovely strip of mountainous land. All you need is the right route and right company.

Do you know how to extend the fun factor? We did. A drive on the Bombay – Pune expressway is like driving on a road to heaven with lush green blooming picturesque scenery, mesmerizing breathtaking views, wonderful tunnels  leading to open space greeted by unfaltering drizzles.

Though we cheated on the speed limit, but don’t condemn me, I wasn’t behind the wheel. Try sticking your head out when your seat mate is busy clicking away.

Since the early days of my earthly existence I’ve been fascinated by the way roads swirls round the slopes. Today was no different.  As we broke free from the speedway to ox-cart way, we found ourselves stuck amidst masses of geometrically progressing souls.  Welcome to Lonavala.

We slipped into our jackets and started on foot and we were hungry. Soon we zeroed in on our nourishment. The maize was available at every nook and corner of Lonavala. Roasted ripe maize served with salt and chilli powder spread with lemon over was just too good. I was having roasted ripe maize after a long time and the soft juicy corn was just the thing to be had with the drizzling rain.

Yummy.

We visited couple of locations, its hard to recollect the names now. The memories are as foggy as was that day. With zero visibility we were lead by our ‘Airtel’ umbrella guy. Dude what was the comment again? (chuckles) .

Click-Click. Another couple of photographs. Wonder how many time I need to look at myself.

The weather was getting chilly by the second as sunlight gave way to darkness with distant head lights acting as beacon for us to walk up towards our vehicle. With the swift turn of the key, we started cruising the streets. Objective – A place to crash. Status – Found.

After I’d helped myself to a very appetizing dinner which comprised of several servings of Indian delicacies I ached for a warm bed. But wishes rarely come true. Drenched to our bones, we gallantly turned on the AC, why you ask? For the fun of it! Nah…..it helps in drying clothes.

With a high degree of noise filling up the room, silence prevailed as one after the other slipped under the warm blanket.

Love the chirping of birds. Good morning. So a new day, a new start. We started with Bushi Dam; if I recall.  Since there was no heavy rainfall, the lake  wasn’t as expected but the weather more than compensated for it. So we went a bit further. Some stayed behind as I was accompanied by my friend. At a certain time I simply stood like a spectator admiring the heights scaled by him.

By this time, we had seen a bit of this lovely place. And it was time to head back. And as with any visits demands shopping, we shopped the prized commodity of Lonavala – Chikki & Fudge – go crazy.

We decided on having a lavish late lunch as we hit Pune. Tareef @ Aundh. I won’t go into the details of what we ordered but I shall not fail to mention by the time we were done eating, the adjacent tables were served thrice – for three different set of people

Burp! Yeah I did it..

Wallets, calculation, and realization what we spent. A bit of repentance on the amount we just shelled, a whole lot of witticism  and yet planning for the next weekend.  But one has flown away like the birds we left behind. Time has rolled and as I sit on my desk planning to survive the next few days at college  I snap out of my past into the present.

The end of the road has arrived. Time to plan something new. A new destination awaiting new adventures, avenues yet to be seen. The sheer excitement will drive me tonight.

I look at the sea: ‘It’s so beautiful’

The summer heat was getting to me so I decided to head for the shores. I went to Bombay.

Yes! I prefer calling it Bombay and this likeness prevails to other cities too.

I think I’m letting out more of a grudge, oh! well better late than never. So to begin with the journey…

As it was planned for a day-trip I and my comrade set forth to see the city which bled recently.

Our mode of transport was the goverment run AC busses, which ply the Pune-Bombay via the express highway. The ticket is priced at Rs.220/- something and a complimentary 250ml bottled distilled water. For starters the bus starts on time – punctuality! Within couple of minutes we find ourselves looking into the city streets as the roads warm up for a long day.

The bus stops for exactly 10 minutes as I learnt it the hard way (giggles) at food court – McDonalds, Papa John’s Pizza, Famous VadaPav(I didn’t know so couldn’t taste), and other joints. I ended up wasting valuable time at McDonalds whose service – SUCKS! Had it not for my friend who made a dash to the bus it might have left us hehe…. Ok not so bad but yes make it a point to feed yourself someplace else.

There’s something cool about having food in a vehicle – I simply enjoy it..yummmyy. Ripping the brown paper bags open, slicing the tomato ketchup open I felt like a kid who always has a hard time keeping the table clean or metaphorically speaking my lap. I dug into my king size burger with animalistic instinct as my friend placidly enjoyed his aloo burger. And what better way than to wash it down with a cool sip of aerated drink – Sprite.

As the big hand of my wrist watch struck 10′ we comfortably found ourselves in city traffic— ah! familiar sights. The bus came to a halt at Daddar and we swiftly made our exit. So to say we had a plan of visiting couple of places and we started with pilgrimage…

After making our way across the street and climbing the set of stairs to cross the railway overbridge, we hired a taxi to drop us at Shri Siddhivinayak temple – In Hindu mythology lord Ganesha is supposed to be worshipped first than any other gods. If you are in luck you can even witness popular bollywood actors performing their share of worship. — Or if you’re in the mood to spend Rs.50/- please go ahead and cut the line using the VIP line.. such is the state of worshippers today — its plain old business now. Stay away from the numerous shops pouring onto the streets. Currently the temple is under high security measure due to terrorist activities. And simply walk in with your footwear on as you have ample places to keep it inside – which we didn’t know. But once in we caught a glimpse of the idol – was nice. Though I’m not much into worship try getting a hand on the coconut and ‘charnamrit‘ on your way out.

After a grueling effort of fighting out with eager worshippers needed to feed the aching stomach — hehe — right next to the temple is a sweet shop — I wish I had looked up the name, we handsomely helped ourselves with the mouth watering paani-puri, then gulab-jamoon…simply awesome!

Trying to figure out how to survive the mid-day from the sultry weather as the sun was at its full blossoming glorification we headed towards Attri Mall.

One piece of advice – if you’re on the adventurous side try moving along the city as a common man. We strolled up the back of the temple, walked a few metres to reach the bus stop and after asking a very helpful person we took a bus to reach the mall. You can’t miss the mall as its huge and houses the showroom for Rolls Royce.

As with cars we sighed at the window and made our way into the mall. It’s primarily a mall for the elite with big bucks to spend. Just enjoy looking at the big brands and the price tags. I sure did.

Well for a moment I felt like sitting at the Victoria Secret’s fashion show, enough said. But the mall was haunting as most of the shops were without customers, half of them are not yet owned or so I’d like to believe.

With time on hand and no change in the weather we made our to the top- Food Court hehe. After scanning all was that on offer I ended up having grilled chicken with salad with twisted garlic bread and mango lassi – my favourite for the day was the twisted garlic bread. My friend settled for the more conventional thaali – comprising of numerous food items.

After spending most part of the day we left for Haji Ali darga. Its very near to the mall. It sits pretty in the middle of the Arabian Sea. We got there by bus and walking quite a distance finally reached the famous darga seen in numerous Indian movies. As it sits in the middle of the sea, make it a point to reach there before the high tide. Hoards of people come to visit this place..so walk slowly and patiently. Just enjoy the diveristy of culture we are blessed to witness. I did though my friend had a sudden change.

After coming out we thought like hitting the Taj hotel so we hired a taxi. But we were destined for something else- blessing in disguise. We went to Trident on Nariman Point. Once in I enquired for the bar — well I just wanted to taste whats so different in a five star liquour. We made our way to the restro-bar which had a television set-  we seated our asses onto very comfortable furniture as witnessed another fall of the mighty Kolkata Knight Riders at IPL, sigh!

I and my pal settled for mocktails but to kill some more time I added one more to my list. It’s really nice – the juice felt so fresh…will definitely go again. Nothing interesting happened except for the fact it was one of my ever luxurious outings.

As the sun descended we sprang to life and made our way out after witnessing how pleasant it looked from the inside of the hotel lobby. In time the whole stretch lit up which is why they call it the – Queen’s Necklace — make it a point to give it look, as I wish I’d seen the Taj sooner.

It felt someone had suddenly shoved me into oblivion when we made it to the Taj – don’t feel like writing anything… its dead.

For dinner went to backside of Taj and saw the terror marks at Cafe Leopold which still kept the bullet struck glass pane. We simply sat and had our food. Little was left for discussion – might be the hard day or it simply was we did nothing that we had nothing to speak about, except the fact how the waiter was incompetent and the frequent wardrobe changes we did at the malls

We had to return so we got a bus from there to CST, then a train to Daddar and finally the bus to Pune. Again it was Shivneri – goverment run AC bus.

It was a nice way to spend a day but at times I’m afraid to ask myself am I good citizen of this country? I guess not. I hope you’re a better one.

Goa Trip Day 3: A paupers life!

One sure way to know its time to head back home is to take a peak at the wallet, and this wasn’t a good day to start – empty; and so were all the ATM’s – dried to their electronic bones! To my pride it felt good that I wasn’t the only one spending like a maniac he-he. Without wasting much time, we tried our luck at every ATM and were disappointed by the closed shutters, but this did not stop us from having the last breakfast at ‘Infant aria’- en route to Bagha beach- which I’d eyed for the past two days.

If I hit that place next time, I would satiate my epicurean desires but today it wasn’t to be. With handful of cash but plenty to make a perfect breakfast we ordered what we could see. The place was packed so we decided to pack and have it in the parking lot that’s just up front. I’d like to believe this place being simple and neat with a tidy ambiance, gentle attendants, tasty food and the ever mouth-watering desserts(which I never tasted) would make for a perfect place to have a delightful meal.

After a tiny fiesta, we went further down the road and finally decided to have our share of health-food at ‘Subway’ well more so of budget constraint you see – you’ve no idea how much happy I was to learn the fact one of us never used ATM’s; he was loaded he-he. A bit of package deal and we found us sitting next to the see through glass, as the sun blazed torridly we enjoyed the cool AC or not so much cool, anyways it was different than the rest of the days- well what’s more fun than the unthinkable right?

After have tried and failed to kill time we were in a dilemma to visit places or slothfully stroll around the place and make the slow walk towards the shore. Well, we did not have much of a trouble to make up our mind because as soon we had stepped out we found our ever jubilant cabbie, yeah! With little left for discussion we set forth for the ever famous Aguada fort (I kind of wanted to see it, as it was one of the nicest scenes from the movie DCH).

I mean this all so seemed nice, but we still needed cash and finally the ATM’s were filled so after a moment of comforting pause and easing us with some greens we resumed. If you remember how much I’d said this driver was the best of the lot, this time I’ll tell you why. He dropped us near Aguada fort and asked us how much time we needed, after a acknowledged nod we decided on a couple of hour, he excused as he had other errands to take care of but trusted us and never asked for money – I mean we are gentlemen and you don’t have to look beyond us you see; but its hard to find such people these days.

Fort Aguada seemed to be most prized as it is so large is envelops the entire peninsula. And to one side sits the light house which surely acted a responsible part of guiding in vessels safely. At the base of it, the construction reflected more so like prison. Looking around I finally made it to the ever so lovely place where our three protagonist of the movie made this point so magical – but it was hard to get a seat as over-enthusiasts couldn’t decide on how to shoot themselves. The view from up above is splendid, magical – I would love to see the sun rise or set from it. In time we got a call from the cabbie he was on time, impeccable this guy was man!

We finally got back to Calanguate and still time to kill we decided to just enjoy the view from ‘Asiad’ and sip in some of our favourites. At a certain point a soothing silence engulfed us as we kept looking at the sun which we have seen so much over the past few days, and the more I looked at it, the more its beauty grew on me. After a certain point our waiter showed genuine concerns over my taste of liquor as I was going flat ‘on the rocks’; I’d to calmly make him understand I just don’t look big I’m big in taste as well – jeez dude take a chill pill.

With every hour the shadows began to lengthen and the sun being less lethal we planted our feet’s on the warm sand and went for a slow walk on the shore, I just couldn’t resist making mine wet he-he. As time waits for none we again found our very own cabbie who happily dropped us at Mapusa. We prepared our journey back with bags of chips and handful of water bottles and loads of happy memories of food, jokes, places, people and the warmth of Goa.

We kick-started our journey at 7:30 pm and once the driver was out of city limits he knew nothing about brakes. I can’t map out our way back home as after the filling late dinner (I ate a lot – hunger can make you do silly things) I swiftly shifted to sleeping mood. And in the brink of an eye my fellow friend woke me and up, it was 5 am and I was near my place so though introspective I obliged to his better judgement of the area and got myself off the bus and slowly I made my way back where my bed was awaiting me and I finally found myself in its comfort after a much needed weekend spent well.

Goa Trip Day 2: The night of the mistaken dessert

“Whenever we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves” – Viktor Franki, yes that’s what I did, we went ahead with our breakfast at “The Plantain” (you’ll must be thinking, what’s with this immense fascination with food- guess what, that’s what kept us busy throughout the day). To my surprise I found today’s food more palatable and the service was more commendable.

Today we had plans to visit south Goa, Panjim or Panaji – it’s the capital. The famous churches, museum all are here. So we started taking measures to put the plan into action. I haven’t until now have told how many we were – five. So after a bit of haggling at the local taxi stand, we got ourselves an omni – I’m glad we got this driver, just wait you’ll soon get to know more about it. So technically four can seat comfortably right? Yeah sure I did for sure but can’t be so sure of my companions as one alternatively had to seat in the back, with the tyre as a make-shift seat, sorry guys I’m fat you know.

We soon started making our way out of the over crowded streets, as it was a national holiday people were pouring in from everywhere. As we started to see more of the road, things became quite pleasant, there’s one thing I’d like to point out – Goa’s streets and traffic sense is unique to that of our country, I think the country needs to follow suit. Well before my fading memory seems to fail me let me recollect as much as I can. The thing that fascinated me the most was the meandering streets that we had covered, and the houses that sits pretty next to it. Our driver dutifully pointed out a fact – Dhoom (bollywoood blockbuster) had its climax where the speedboat jumps onto the ongoing truck, yes we happened to cover that street, it was nice to see the place in person. On the way I happened to see the Goa’s MBA college, the scenery is quite fascinating, it won’t hurt to go for higher education there- though I’m not sure how it fairs in comparison to the rest of the colleges in the country..

In time we reached our first destination- “St. Francis Church” – you have to see this one, and what sets its apart is the presence of the casket which is lowered down for public display at a certain day, which I happen not to know. It’s no longer a place where people come to be closer to their faith, as it has become a tourist spot, where people gladly ignore the sign of not clicking pictures except the church – disgusting! I made it a point to sit on one of the benches, and out of nowhere I started the Lord’s prayer- gauche! I must have paid a lot of attention at the school’s assembly while growing up. After we were done watching the church, two of us who were not inclined (well they had gone the first time) to see the historical presence in the museum and the church that lies opposite to this place, headed towards the car. But we three with our very own cool dude went ahead to the compound which houses the three buildings, we were fortunate in sense as one of the lot is closed on a particular day – please check it out. I kind of like the church here better than the other one, as people were less concerned to be here – I think that’s what required – to give people the peace they need in a place as such like this. Look out for the inscriptions that lay on the floor – I think it’s Portuguese. With time we happened to cover all of it, but I thoroughly enjoyed the last museum which was way better than the other one- it had real history as artefacts, oil-wood paintings, arms and ammunition of early days and a massive statue that simply makes it feel like a real museum – please people spend the money and enjoy it. Alas! We had ice-creams – I mean what better way to enjoy the place and not have something cold, right? But can’t be sure about the other two, who had turned red waiting in the car.

In time we made towards our next destination and with a massive crunch for parking space we walked the rest of the road heading towards “Doana Paula”. It’s a famous tourist destination, the name “Dona Paula” is reportedly derived from the name of the daughter of one of Goa’s Portuguese Viceorys, who threw herself off the cliff after she was refused permission to marry a local fisherman, and as usual it’s been used in numerous bollywood flicks. It has its share of restaurants, as well as vendors along the long stretch of concrete, which leads to a set of stair-case. Once I made my way up, I was mesmerised with its tranquil beauty and a close watch will reveal the estuaries of Zuari and the Mandovi rivers that merge into the Arabian Sea. Spending some time and clicking few pictures we descended and got us some early evening refreshments.

On our way back, we stopped near “Miramar” beach. It’s just like another beach but felt more like the rest of the beaches in India (well I’ve had my fair share of beach visits) – dirty! Our in-house doctor decided to cool down in one of the benches while in groups of two we simply followed our footsteps that were aching to be wet. As we kept on walking around the shore-line I had the sudden urge to collect sea shells, yes in the dirty water- more so felt like home you know ha-ha. As we were about to head back, a dirty old ship was coming close, so we simply wanted to follow it to see where it docks, after making a considerable amount of ground we gave up on our pursuit and slowly made our way back towards the car.

I can’t seem to recall the time we made our way back to the hotel, but as soon we came back we had the sudden urge to make our way back to the beach, soon we found ourselves in the water and it was magical – such is the beauty of nature the more you get close to it, the more you crave for it. With such a craving and the lust to be near the sea even more – our in-house deal maker got us a nifty deal this time with 90 rupees for a banana ride (it’s a banana shaped inflated boat and you sit on top of it – the beauty is you are dropped in the middle of the sea). We wore our inflated vests, and I being the heaviest sat on the last seat – while the boat was taking us to the middle of the sea – SPLASH!! – I lost my balance and we toppled over – sorry guys, it almost cost us the ride. But somehow we sat on it again, and this time I made sure I won’t be the reason we drop anchor. With a sudden turn we went down – it’s fun believe me, it’s so much fun. Well I asked a friend of mine to make my way back to the boat – thanks buddy and I hope I was not much of a problem. Again while coming back, he dropped us and this time that same old friend made sure I make my way back to the safety of the shore.

As soon we got back to our rooms, I simply kept on staring at one of our friend’s tattooed arm – and I decided I want one too on my forearm. With the other two tattooed freaks I joined hands and made our way to one of the tattoo shops which happens to be at every corner, while the other two went towards the place where we would be having our dinner. After looking through numerous albums, I decided on a tribal tattoo. It took us like an hour to finish with the tattoo and I love mine so much!

We walked slowly and ever so carefully towards the archetypal Goan beach shack, “Brittos” – a must visit at Bagha beach. This place dishes out wicked dishes like pork, prawn curry and if something less spicy is your style you better try its seafood platter (which we did). And to quench your thirst you have plenty to pick from – from fine wine to the local feni. This day I decide to give feni a try – its bit smelly but if you’d like to enjoy fine food with liquour I might suggest otherwise. I must say, the lasagne and seafood platter was the best I had. And so was the scotch on rocks – you’ve to give it a try, I was nearly full but I decided to go with the ‘Long Island ‘ – it’s a must if you want to savour the taste of many in every sip – well not more of a sip, when a teetotaller happens to sit next to you, he made a nimbu pani out of it, as he simply can’t sit still when he happens to see a stirrer in a glass! Dude, you owe me one, – one thing I must share, the drink is more enjoyable when you simply have it with nothing else. As they say the reward is sweet if you wait for it – and nothing is sweeter than devious desserts – yes and the best part is you can see it before you order as it’s on the display. One after the other we went to the display and picked the ones we wanted – I wanted to have two (he he), see why I called it devil. The Alpine chocolate mousse is godly, as I waited for mine to come – apple and blue-berry I was shocked when one turned out to be mango – the display had mistakenly placed it under a different name, furious I wanted to call for the waiter but unknowingly as if I were in a trance I took a bite, mmmmm! – It felt like heaven. My love for blue-berry proved once again fruitful as this one was simply delicious.

The day taught me numerous things, from a  resolution to get into shape to the part where one needs to be close to the nature to the best of the lessons that always come last – it’s your prerogative to have more than one dessert; I did and wish to do the same – well at least at ‘Brittos‘.

Goa Trip Day 1: Music, food, tattoo, sea and the sea food.

 

After checking into the hotel, we slipped into authentic beach wear, not swim suits! (Lack the physicality – well some of us) just shorts and cool t-shirts.

Well now as we had taken care of blending into the over enthusiastic crowd and our Caucasian counterparts to whom clothing is taboo, we once again focused on the need of the hour, the king size meal of the day – breakfast – though the clock hinted otherwise.

After having made quite some ground (this was the first time I had seen red soil near sea side, quite fascinating) and managed to save ourselves from the overly crowded streets of hawkers oops! Shop owners we ended up reaching somewhat open place, oh wait! It was just an intersection, and to the right was “The Plantain” – a vegetarian restaurant.

To my amazement three amidst us were Goa veterans and yet I was brought here. By the sound of “The Plantain” – a tropical leave – I was half way around the world dreaming about the Caribbeans and fantasising on what the menu would have to offer ( I must hold my horses ) till the time I was presented with the menu card (reality sucks!). Yeah right tropical food, like idli-dosa-vada-aloo sabzee. Oh yes South India is nearer to tropics as well! Why don’t they simply change the name to “The Banana Leaf!’, though it would be harsh not to mention that the quality of food was good but can’t be so generous with the service.

After breakfast we separated into groups of two and three. One wanted to be in the hustling and bustling while the other group I being one of it wanted to be near the sea; the clear blue water of which I’ve heard and seen so much of it over movies, books and Internet, so we parted and went our ways.

Nothing is more serene than to feel the sea-waves right under your feet, as I kept walking on the shore line I realized one thing for sure, how much I missed the art of not knowing how to swim ( yes I know, I know it sucks ). I ended up taking a sun-bath which I regretted later as I was charred to my bones ( people if you’re not on the fairer side may I suggest you use a sunscreen lotion ).

As the two groups gathered again to eat, two of us had tattoo’s made on a very peculiar part of the arm, let me describe it to you its near the elbow facing the body- like whose going to see it? I mean what’s the point if you have it and you can’t even flaunt it – beats me!

With that much of activity throughout the day, we met for lunch at a place ‘Asiad’, a restaurant overlooking the sea. You have to climb a few steps, and once up finally we found a seat which appealed to us, and I could not help but steal views of the sea, the people in the sky flying, jet-skies making quite a perfect setting and being elevated you can see more of the sea – it was tranquil in a certain way to me.

Ok! Now for the food, we started off with various starters – chicken, fish and veggie and as they say good food goes well with good wine – it holds true with teetotallers as well, as the ice tea was really nice and it did accentuate each others taste. But word of caution – one of us tried to experiment with a cocktail, better not to if you are not sure or what you’re doing or what the heck it’s Goa, go berserk for all I care – it’s vacation, right? At times, our table seemed so small with the amount of food we ordered. Sorry, but I can’t seem to recall what others had ordered as I was more concerned with the grilled pomfret and shrimps – fantastic it was  - but still time in hand and a lust for sea food my partner in the crime of having plenty sea food had our eyes set on tiger prawns (they’re quite on the expensive side, to say the least), with a definite nod of confirmation it was right there on our table – I so want to become a billionaire now! With the first day showing so much of promise I can’t help but anticipate what our dinner has to offer as I was told, we would be going to a place which is awesome!

With our tummies (polite term for my paunch) filled to the brim we decided to retire for the day. As soon I woke up from my late afternoon nap my face felt like it was on fire – yeah after affects of blindly mimicking the whites – we don’t need so much of sun! By the time we all got ourselves in order, the sun had set and it felt bit sultry.

People! always try to stay near the sea, as we did because the action is just a few steps away, and it took only that to reach our destination. I needed no introduction, as I simply followed the smell of food as Jerry the mouse would do to the intoxicating smell of cheese, though it was sea-food that I was after. Couldn’t have asked for a perfect setting, the restaurant sits pretty on the sea beach with ample space indoors that give way to sea side table setting and is known as “Souza Lobo”. With a desire to taste what Goa has to offer, we started with the simplest of dishes – sea food salads, and others their version of it – what stood out in the first round of drinks was ‘fire on ice’ a lovely looking cocktail with a green chilly the size of the glass taking all the attention – you have to try this one. Now comes the food, we ordered practically everything off the menu from tandoori, sea platter, crabs, prawns, spaghetti to oysters. Everything was fantabulous! And what made the evening more magical was the live band both the male and female singer had voice of an angel which made for a lovely listening, and the dance floor was enjoyed to the fullest by couples of various ages – though an elderly Indian couple stole the show with their immaculate dancing and the love in their eyes for each other – with time we came to desserts ordering from soufflé to apple pie which was awesome! I tried to pull a bond style and ordered a martini, dry stirred and with olives  - it’s so smooth now I know why bond goes for it. Enjoying lovely music, food and best of it all perfect company made this dinner a night that will last a lifetime with me.

With the night still young, we headed towards the happening places in Goa at night – Bagha beach, famous for pub culture and the discotheque Titto’s. The long walk did help in the digestion as exploring a place on foot comes with its share of advantage; you get to see a lot from people to places to simply be happy not being the one stuck in an automobile trying hard to escape the chain of traffic. As soon we approached the vicinity of Titto’s the ambiance turned on its heel – people we no longer in casual, they were dressed party wear – and yes some do look good. With a chain of people (people meaning couple duh!) sweating it out for a place inside, we breathed a mammoth sigh and simply headed towards the beach. Now wait till you hear what we ended up doing there.

I personally like the way it slopped for the beach, as we made through a shack, as the place is filled with numerous shacks, we went and dropped ourselves onto the smooth sand as our legs was killing us. In no time one of us went ahead digging a hole in sand, one went ahead to make a dry castle, I was doing something with the sand I guess was trying to sieve it with my hands. As usual when you pass a place like Titto’s only one topic is left for discussion hehe, so begun our sad tale of the night and we ended up messing the poor mans castle especially by our very own ‘doctor’. But it was fun to let the child out and play with the sand and enjoying the breeze that swept across the shore for the night.

Everything about the night was overwhelming, having filled my hunger of food for the day and laughing our guts out we headed back and with a spring in my steps as come tomorrow we would be spending most part of the day getting to know the cultural part of Goa, churches being a major part of it as since childhood I was fascinated with how it feels so cold in one, can’t wait for the morning sun but for now folks – good night.

Goa Trip : The Journey

I’d have started with similar words in a chain of posts devoted to Goa, but it would be utterly unfair not to mention our maiden voyage.

What would have been a dream voyage came crashing down on its reality when our so called deal maker got us  a semi-luxury ( Volvo – oh that’s a euphemism for luxury ) bus ticket for less than Rs. 400/- Yeah right! like that’s going to happen. We ended up travelling in Asiad ( a 2X2 seat car),  poor me and my knee.

I wish I could know the meaning of semi-luxury bus which on its trail morphed to a daily passenger bus ( moral of the story:  if you would like to get a taste of Indian flavour, please go ahead; Tip: A must for foreign tourists ).

Finally the engine revs up for the long journey – late as usual – after covering most part of Pune city and once onto highway – the true colours of road trip came to live. Though it’s hard to give a detail insight on the sights as we travelled at night, the cool breeze did help and admiring all the shimmering stars which we simply fail to see in our concrete jungle and ever polluted modern cities.

One very important piece of advice ( as I speak from personal experience ), if you think of having something at the diner where the bus halts, please don’t. Eat simple and light as the journey is no less than a stomach churning ride at any theme park.

With dawn came the change in landscape, well couldn’t have seen that in dark you know. Sandy soil, coconut trees, people with just a shirt on and not the heavily packed winter wear.  There was this hint of salt in the air or was it? or was it the anticipation as I couldn’t help but keep a tab on my friends clock – well you see I got to change my cell.

Ah! finally destination Mapusa ( a city in northern Goa – famous for Friday market ), we got ourselves off the bus and to a taxi ( maruti omni ) towards Calangute ( beach side destination ).

Everything seemed so normal up till now, but when the driver had put the metal to the pedal it felt like Goa – the local music ( played on the deck ), the narrow roads, Portuguese architecture quietly reflected on buildings and churches on the way.

With just 10 kms separting both the places, getting to our stay at Goa was easy – as I was well impressed by how the drivers ( local ones) respect each other.

With the day just hanging around mid-day, a lot of time was left for us to check out the city ( well food to be precise) .

Right now all I need is something to eat. Bon Appétit !!