Some time back, me and my friends(uru and bkc) went to the land of revelry - Goa. It was a helluva trip and we were drawn away from our morose lives and put into an exciting fun filled one for a few days. The journey itself was very painful as the buswallah thought that since many people might be wearing VIP (no need to adjust) undies they can adjust with cramped spaces, while he makes some extra bucks by adding an extra row of seats. As if the persistent discomfort was not enough, somewhere in between all the people around me started throwing up and induced this urge to puke in me. But I stood my ground and this was possible because I closed my eyes and remembered how Nimmo fought all odds in that serial Kya Hoga Nimmo ka and that gave me incredible strength. But the fun we had in Goa made all this hardship worth enduring.
We stayed in a small hotel near the Calangute beach (I later renamed it as "Kala Gult" after uru)and spent most of our time around that area. It was extremely hot and humid there but that didn`t dampen our spirits and we travelled quite a lot covering a few beaches and forts. Infact the only thing which curbed our enthu was the hangover which we had on the final day. On the penultimate day, we did most of our travelling and went to the "Dil Chahta hai"(Chapora) Fort and did some "Kuk Kware". After that we saw the Tirikul Fort which is disjointed from the mainland and so we had to take a ferry to go there. It was nice. On our way back, we stopped at the End of the World (Mandrem) beach and frolicked in sand and water as if there was no tomorrow. The waves were very strong and even a bawdy builder like me was made to do many saumersaults (the incoming wave knocked me down and the outgoing force from under just tossed my feet up) and I had a lot of salt in my mouth by the end of it. We came back to the Kala Gult in the evening and tried out Parasailing. It was exhilarating but we were brought down in no time and so I was sulking at how these people were robbing us of the assured quota of excitement which our money guaranteed :) So while we were cribbing, we sat there and had some beer and soon we were in Paradise. We had decided to have a proper booze session that night and gawd what a session it was. When I am tired, alchohol kicks in almost immidiately and I get totally bowled over. This day comes next only to the (in)famous "Swarry Night" in terms of the alchohol effect. But this time I was not the only one. All of us were equally high and it seemed as if we were in a musical. The damn Fainy shots were too hot to handle and I slept almost the whole night in a sitting posture on the beach. Next day we had this terrible hangover which I mentioned earlier and so we were slowed down. Still we went to the Aguda lighthouse and Bagha beach that day and in between found a quiet soothing place where I am sure many love stories as well as murder mysteries must have been written. Unfortunately (fortunately for others) I couldnt do that towel rubbing dance step which Salman Khan performed so elegantly in the song "Jeene Ke Hain Chaar Din". Perhaps humanity will bless me someday for skipping that.
Fast forward to present time, life sucks but atleast memories like these can give us a chuckle of delight. The trip was awesome and since pictures speak much more than words, the unfortunate ones who hit this page can go through some more pain and look at these :
