Magic Journey

At last our skies have some dark clouds coming from the South-West which hopefully will begin monsoon and conclude the extended summers. On the day when sky poured the first rains in Virar, i.e. Saturday June 20th, a few moments ago my team won the final match of the season. The rains invoked the inner senses and filled the entire body with a magical excitement. This change of season was to bring about the change in fate.

The magic journey began on the following day, i.e. Sunday June 21st. I had a sleepless night on Saturday with some mystical exuberance. We were destined to Palghar and had a plan to catch the Passenger train which arrives at 9:35 at Virar. Strangely me, Aai and Baba arrived at Virar station with more than 20 minutes to spare. Raju Kaka and Aparna Kaki meet us on the station. Aapa Kaka soon arrived. On other times we are used to last minute phone calls and the blunders of missed trains deserve a separate write up. But for today astoundingly, we all were up to the mark. A pleasant surprise.

To our astonishment, the train wasn’t over flooded with people hanging all along. On the contrary, it boasted open spaces in the corridor as well as along the gang way. Aai and Aparna Kaki found there way inside and were immediately rewarded with a seat each. Baba and Aapa Kaka stood along the vacant gang way, while I and Raju Kaka hung alongside the corridor. Our family is known for the audacious conversations during travels. But the time was such that we seldom talk to each other. The audible volumes were set at low pitch. I visualized a ‘thinking hat’ on each of our head.

As the train left Virar, I bow down towards the temple of Goddess Jivdani to seek blessings. I murmured a soft prayer in anticipation of the day ahead. Further the train gathered momentum and the cool breeze made its way through the open door on which the two young boys were seated. I began to admire and acquire the nature’s glory towards the eastern mountains of Sahayadri range. Soon, two little kids, viz. a girl and a boy, in their torn attire, began a hindi film song with a choked throat and went places begging for a penny or two. The two accepted few dimes and merrily left towards next coach. A peanut seller appeared on scene and made a good business around. Later, the shells and wrapper found its way underneath the seats. A ‘dhokla’ vendor found a Gujrathi family who made his day by ceasing the entire sale. The sweet-soar taste of the typical train-dhokla engrossed the entire coach. A woman was sighted with her nose covered with the kerchief and the contracted forehead. The dour on her face flaunt the dislike of the smell and the purchaser too.

By now the train had reached the bridge that stands over river Vaitarna. I had a holy duty to obligate that of immersing the rotten flowers in the creek. Instantly I extended my right arm and threw of the material into the open water. Immediately I realized the mistake of throwing off the plastic bag too and felt guilty for the sin.

The train passed through the farm lands which alike everyone were eagerly waiting for the heavens to open up. The farms were ploughed and the greenness was dark and pale. The skeleton of small tributaries connecting to the Vaitarna creek was evident while a Cuckoo sang atop a nearby tree signaling the soon arrival of rains. For the moment I was engrossed into shades of natures.

The distant claps from the other side caught everyone’s attention. Few around began to change positions while others, though not physically but emotionally, fainted. As the claps became thick and fast I got to know about the arrival of the team of Eunuchs. A glimpse of them deep into the gang way terrorised a young chap standing next to me. He shivered ferociously. I somehow gathered my composure and was unfathomed by their presence. Eunuchs usually don’t trouble anyone until one tries to bully them. If you raise your hand in disapproval of letting a dime, they pass by without a word. I was well aware and conscious about this hidden fact and implemented the act soon to get away untroubled.

The train halted at Kelva enabling the picnickers to alight and almost emptying the entire train. With just a station to go, my anxiety was leaping skywards. By now I had sweaty palms and cracking legs. Hruturaj, one amongst my close friends, ensured that my nervousness was intact by sms’ing me all along the route. I glanced inside the coach to find Baba and Aapa Kaka deeply absorbed into a chat. Aai and Aparna Kaki were whispering into each others ears while Raju Kaka stood beside with hardly a word. On the day, Palghar seemed to be at stones throw distance from Kelva. As the train loosed its speed, my heart beat reciprocated. It was very unusual of me getting nerved down. As I stepped over the Palghar platform, from the bottom of my heart I prayed to almighty to offer me strength for the forthcoming episode. The curiosity of my family, by now, turned into anxiety. They somehow gathered their power and we together walked away.

Later in the day, God does sprinkle his magic over me and my family and in spite of reaching to my destination at Palghar, I feel of beginning yet another beautiful journey.

King Rock Tiger and a Tuna

Preface
With the members disappearing as fast as an ozone layer, it was essential for MASK to get fresh blood into its streams. Initials of Manish, Aditya, Sudhir and Kailash formed the MASK Sports club back in the 1990’s. Those were the days when all four were in their early 20’s with a single dream of conquering the universe. They are accredited for encouraging the younger one’s to think sports as a serious event. Not only the field sports, but the in-house games like Pic-Pic and Vyapar got its fame. The smartest thing done by the fantastic four was adding up two youngsters in their Arsenal. First was the all-rounder Sagar, who has proved his style, class, stamina, elegance time and again. Another was Kunal. Some people need no introduction. Such is his persona & flair. Incidentally, the initial of both fits into MASK.

In the early 1990’s, the MASK saw its future in Sagar and Kunal. Both of them were chiseled under the able leadership of Kailash, famously know as KT, again for the initial’s i.e. Kailash Thakkar. In the late 1990’s Aditya, the computer expert and Sudhir, the business mastermind, unknowingly separated themselves from the club in chase of their corporate dream. KT was left with Manish and the two kids. Now Manish, the most FUN loving guy on earth, rose to the occasion, took responsibility and went on adding new members. In comes Amol. The bully. Then followed Rohit and Kedar. Rani, the only female member of the club joins. The club gets its new blood. Now the thoughts of conquering the outside world flow. So a trek into the great Himalayas is planed. Kailash, Aditya, Kunal & Sagar make a feast of the tour. Matheran, Lonavala, Astha Vinayak, Bordi, Narpad are conquered later.

In the same area, there lived a very subdued and shy little boy, who always had a smile on an innocent face. He was the most brilliant amongst all. The intelligent Dhawal. Though he wasn’t into the club, but was not far from the members. His entry into club was unknowing. In a very short period he earned respect and value in the club.

Today the MASK sports club has lost its existence. With the marriages & families of Kailash, Manish and Amol, they separated their association. Rest preferred their careers over running a club. The golden era of MASK sports club has come to an end. The members have grown far greater than the core values of club. The excellent value of TEAM is degraded from the members. Even the best of efforts made by Kunal and Dhawal could not bind them. Only thing remaining are memories of its glorious past. End of an empire.

Chapter 1 - Treasures
Since the December 2006 Goa tour the contact between Kailash, Amol, Sagar, Dhawal and me was not much. Amol parted ways and felt comfortable with other group. Kailash left for Chennai. Dhawal for Pune and Sagar plans for US. Still every one of us was thinking about another chance to take out time together and cherish the memories. Possibly for the final time in lifetime. We all felt comfortable with each other even after a long gap. Back of the minds everyone knew that once we get together, all the fun, excitement, charm and cheer will come back. Sagar decides for summer vacation. Dhawal takes out his map and searches for the destination. After wandering all across India, we decided that the time has come once again to visit the best destination ever visited. Goa. This time in mid of May heat. So starts our May 2008 Goa tour.

Sagar books six tickets way ahead in March. We always knew that some ticket will need to be cancelled. So was the case and only four of us made it. I, Sagar and Dhawal was accompanied with a young boy named Amogh. Amogh had just appeared his diploma examination and wanted to chill out. He being cousin of Sagar, we accepted him to be part of our team. I had my doubts about our tour being memorable. Dhawal was skeptical too. But this time it was Sagar who was encouraging us to accompany. Probably he wanted to be with us once before taking off to US. At last he valued our association. Finally a weekend prior to our journey Dhawal and I decides to go for the tour. He arrived from Pune a day before our travel date.

We didn’t plan much this time. Except Sagar, none of us even knew which train we were taking for Goa. Only in the evening of 13th May 2008, we know that Holiday special Mumbai-Karwar express will drop us in Goa. After getting back from office in evening, I quickly packed up and left home for Goa. On our way to Dadar station, we celebrated Dhawal’s birthday in local train. Thanks to him for the delicious chocolate cake he offered us. On reaching Dadar station we quickly settled into our train and switched-off lights biding good night. We came across the great working of the Indian railways soon, when a Travel Ticket Examiner, commonly know as TC, woke us up at two in midnight for checking our tickets. On satisfying his requirements we again slept on the upper berths. Around four o’clock I came out of my sleep to see a person sleeping underneath our seats with his body fully covered with bed sheet. He surly was blessed by TC and was traveling without into reservation coach. Amogh and I was disturbed by his existence and lost our sleep for the night.

Over a quick breakfast we tried to figure out the plans for our tour. Thivim was selected as our destination railway station from where we could land up in heart of Baga. The thought of coming back at Baga thrilled us. Immediately the memories returned. The greenish coastline, the coconut trees, the adjacent hill, the shacks, the awesome king fish curry and the soft sand on the beach. Add to it a glass of wine. Those were wonderful thoughts which were shattered soon when we came to know that our train was late by four hours. Into the heat of konkan, we were roasted in the train. Never board a holiday special train henceforth as it is the least respected train by the railways. It kept on getting aside of every other passing train.

Atlast at two o’clock we thanked the Mumbai-Karwar express for reaching us at Thivim. The horrifying times were still to come. We were astonished to find such a horrible heat outside. The air was oven heated. I, Sagar and Dhawal worried about the complexion of our skin. Amogh didn’t bother much about it. The sunscreen was forgotten and we were here to be toasted. Soon we took an auto and in fourty five minutes reached Baga. The sight of Baga beach in the afternoon pleased and calmed us. Unlike the last occasion, we found much silence around. On selecting a hotel room opposite to a beach sight we settled in. The room belonged to Mr Francis who let us an AC room at a cheap rate. After a shower we felt hungry. Soon into a nearby hotel, the sea food was consumed gleefully. King fish curry with plain rice was going to be our main cuisine. Amogh being vegetarian ordered Jain omlette. Post lunch a desert was gulped.

Getting back into an AC room, Sagar and Dhawal took out their writing pads. I took out mine. Sagar planned the next four days. Dhawal the budget. Rs. 1000 was provided per meal. We already had spent Rs. 865 for lunch and knew that dinner will cost more. On a fight Sagar brought down the per meal budget to Rs. 800. To buy time, I agreed and accounted the expenses until then. Amogh had no choice.

Today was the day to experience water sports. We set across for a parasailing glide onto the Baga beach. Underneath the steaming Sun, the glide excited us par below our expectations. Although the motor boat ride thrilled us, the Rs. 1200 we spent was not worth. Sagar and Dhawal soon jump into water. Amogh follows. About 5:30 PM we came back to our AC room. The Sun was ready to set. We were getting a little excited for enjoying dinner. Over a quick nap, we headed towards our favourite shack on the Baga beach. That night, the Mumbai Indians were playing for their existence in the Indian Premier League against the Chennai Super Kings with Tendulkar playing his first game of the league. A huge screen was set by the shack owner. That evening very little did us knew that both our passions viz. Cricket and Food would taste delicious. Dhawal was to treat us this evening on the eve of his birthday a day before. King fish curry, squid, plain rice and dal was ordered post a bottle of wine. Amogh being vegetarian ordered Jain omlette. As the splendid food settles into our stomach, Jaisurya makes a mockery of the Super Kings bowling attack. It rained sixes at Wankhede stadium that night. We all saw an old Sanath Jaisurya that night sitting far away on the Baga beach. Instantly the prominent words ‘Jaisurya Talapla’ came out. In the late 90’s those two words narrated an essay by itself, stating that this legendary batsman from Srilanka has enjoyed a feast over the opposition bowling attack. Often it was India at the receiving end with Venkatesh Prasad, Javagal Srinath and Anil Kumble torn apart. Mumbai Indians won their first game in the IPL and so did we win our first day at Goa. Post dinner we took a long walk along the coastline. Banana cake and pastries were consumed as desert. At around 12 o’clock we felt asleep within our AC room by putting the AC temperature to mere 16 degrees.

Since we got the AC room at cheap rate, we received only three bedsheets to cover up. I sacrificed and let others take on the three available bedsheets. The AC room freezes in the midnight. I tried to pull up Sagar’s bedsheet. He immediately sensed the danger and locks himself around the bed sheet. I had no other option then putting off the AC of an AC room. Ahhh I said, and slept. The outside temperature was hot. Soon it merges with our AC room’s temperature and all of us start to sweat. Our bed and pillow drenches in sweat. Dhawal and Sagar found it uncomfortable into the bedsheet. Both of them got up and to their astonishment find AC in switch off mode. They start to wonder the reason behind it. Dhawal see an AC remote next to me and immediately figures out that it must have been me who has put off the AC. He kicks and curses me for my deed, puts on the AC, snatches the remote and gets back to his wet bed. This time Sagar religiously shares his bedsheet with me. Sweet Dreams.

Chapter 2 - Triumph
Witnessing Sunrise on the beach too is an experience in itself. On the second day i.e. 15th May 2008, I got up early at 6:30 am. Others were still in their sweet dreams. My efforts to wake them up went in vain as all the three wrapped themselves tightly into the bedsheet. So I decided to witness the sunrise alone. Below our room was a pastry shop. I ordered 4 cup’s of tea. One for me and three for others who were still tight in bed. I thought for a bed-tea treat for them. To my astonishment I received a bill of Rs. 80. It was shocking. Rs. 20 for a cup of tea that tasted horrible (not for the amount spent) was too much. On consuming it I took the steep road towards the beach.

The beach was quieter then prior evening. The atmosphere was pleasant. Soft pre sunrise light was pleasing. The calm waves touching the coastline were leaving the delicate surf-line towards the border. Birds sang on the nearby trees. Cool breeze added to the fantasy. Soon the sun rose from the east, opposite the coastline. The raw sun rays added a golden touch in the atmosphere. I felt blissful in those moments. Across the coastline, the shack owners were dressing up their shacks for the day ahead. I settled in one of the shack for another round of tea & breakfast. Here I witnessed the hard work of the shack boys. For nearly 18 hours a day, 4 months a year, they were into these shacks and trying to make a living for another year. Their effort was worth saying Bravo. Relaxing on chair, I felt calm inside myself.

As the day progressed, more people came to the beach. Most of them took a long walk towards the hill. I consumed my breakfast as slow as a snail would cross a 100 foot road. In about hour’s time I set myself back to the room. I was astonished to see all three still tight in those bed sheets. This time I didn’t bothered to wake them up. The three glasses of tea I purchased for them were freezing in the cold AC room. In about half hours time I was ready for another day. Amogh had waked up by that time. Over a brush he drinks the medicine like cold tea out of no choice. 20 Rs. more were utilized. He pulls out Sagar’s camera and shoots the beach from the corridor of the room. My generous efforts to wake up Sagar and Dhawal paid 50% dividends as Sagar woke up. This was a day to explore Goa over a motor bike. I set myself outside the room in search of the bikes. A young boy staying in the same building, opposite side ground floor, let us two Honda Activa of his. In next one hour we all pulled our socks to witness true life of Goa. Dhawal & Sagar shared one Activa with Dhawal serving as a rider, and Amogh, with no choice, took the rear seat of the Activa that I rode.
My Activa was a sort of follower. The leader Activa was the one taken over by Dhawal & Sagar. I don’t know why, but I simply obeyed the marching orders of them on those beautiful narrow Goan roads. Every little turn, every little speed- breaker was surpassed as per the orders of Sagar. Without any plan in mind, I just followed them. Rather I didn’t bother about any plan. I was calm inside and was wandering like the free bird. Or beast. As they call me. For a second I thought about resigning myself from the self imposed captaincy of the cluster.

Outside Baga, we rode across the beautiful river. To snap the scene Dhawal halted near a science garden owned by a south Indian doctor. He respectfully allowed us to wander through the upcoming science garden with him serving as a doctor cum guide. Dhawal snapped all of us in the scenic frames. The doctor added to another frame with us. Promising to email the photograph, Dhawal exchanged cards. Sagar seeks road and here we ride again. The destination is fort Chapora.

Enrooted to fort Chapora we took several U-Turns for missing the narrowest of the roads. Others felt the heat and their urge to consume breakfast increased. In a small restaurant we ordered for a light breakfast with tea. Riding further we took few more U-Turns & the V-Turns to reach the base of fort Chapora. The time must be about 11 o’clock. The heat was ferocious. I actually felt the sun burns. The fasttracks cooled us off a bit. Atleast we had protection for the eyes from the bright sunlight & heat. It was a tiresome way up to the fort. On reaching the gates, we relaxed for few moments. Dhawal snapped us. With various angles. Tilting himself more then the camera. The scenes from top of the fort were simply awesome. The sea water was having a greenish touch towards the coastline and bluish shade deep inside. Towards the eastern side the bird sanctuary was visible with coconut tree belt stretched beneath the fort. Towards the northern side the beautiful beaches were visible. And to the south lays the rocky beaches of Vagator & Anjuna. Nature has painted a perfect sketch in this part of Goa. We relaxed for a while onto the fort wall facing the Arabian Sea. Sagar snapped the trick photographs wherein the faces of all were portrayed in my glares. Dhawal captured the surrounding scenic beauties.

On our way down, Sagar decides for a visit to Arambol beach. Thinking of the sweet memories of our last visit, I agreed. The road passed through extreme remote places. We witnessed real Goa passing through those little villages. Life seems to be tough all over the world. But people make it happier. The remote interiors of Goa are no exception to that. Local people are proud to be Goan. With their language, work ethic, faith, sport, culture and determination, they exhibit a life pattern.

It took us another fourty five minutes ride to reach Arambol beach in north Goa. Arambol beach coincide with the Baga beach. It too has beautiful coastline with a small hill on its northern side. Unlike Baga here you find most of the tourists are foreigners. The air here too was oven heated. We decided to settle in a shack. On cooling off with breezeirs and fruit juices, we ordered lunch. The vendor offered us three fishes. We settled for Rock fish as a starter. The preparation was so special that the taste of Rock fish dish will live till eternity. Amogh being vegetarian ordered Jain omlette. We crossed our lunch budget by a tall margin. Damm it. Who cares? Post lunch Sagar & Dhawal engaged themselves over a pool table. Amogh picked up the camera and sets towards the hill. I wandered alone across the coastline. Now I know the reason for my skin complexion turning dark on returning from Goa.

At about four o’clock, Sagar ordered to leave Arambol, destined to Calangute beach for the sunset. My Activa obeyed again. On instructions of Dhawal, we halted at Vagator & Anjuna beaches. Both beaches being rocky, tourist seldom visits here. With some great snaps onto the rocks, we set towards Calangute beach. To our astonishment, there were loads and loads of people gather on the beach. A thought of mistakenly visiting the Kelwa beach on a public holiday passed each one of us. It was so densely populated that it seemed all the beach lovers of the world have set up an evening show on the Calangute beach. We noticed that people speaking Hindi have come from north India. People speaking Tamil, Telugu, Kannad and whatever, have come from the South. Couple chanting in Bengali has come from East & the Gujarati family represented the western provinces of India.

As the sun sets for a set, Dhawal grabs his camera. Sagar follows. Soon I lost their sight as they diluted into the huge crowd. The motor boats sailing on the coastline and the para sailing deep inside added to the climax of the sunset. Sagar and Dhawal captured all the essentials of a wonderful sunset photo. The water scooter jumping over the water level with a pale orange background of setting sun was a perfect photo frame. Para sailor passing the half drowned sun against the pale orangey sky was another portrait image. I wonder if there was a Friends Oscar for photography, then Dhawal would have won Gold while Sagar grabbing Silver. None of us have a one% art in framing scenes except Sagar and Dhawal. God hasn’t imposed all talents in a lone person. It was evident.

We returned to our AC room on Baga beach at around 7 o’clock. The two glasses of morning tea that belonged to Sagar and Dhawal were poured. Rs. 40 washed off. Over a quick shower all of us parted to dine on our favourite shack of Baga. Underneath the electric tree we ordered yet again the sea food. Garlic Squid as starter, King fish curry and rice for main course. Amogh being vegetarian ordered Jain omlette. Seating over the talcum powder like sea shore sand, the delicious food was happily eaten at a snails pace along with a bottle of wine. We dinned for about 3 and half hours. On satisfying the senses we routed back to our AC room. Pastry was consumed on the way. AC on. Temperature 16 degrees. Lights off. Good night. Sleep tight. (wrapped inside the bed sheet).

Chapter 3 – Beat the heat
Day three was no different then the previous day. I woke at 7 o’clock. Soon left to Baga beach for a sun rise. The pleasant coastline was awe-inspiring. The joy of witnessing the calmness of early dawn beach is more to experience then to express. It was refreshing. The tiredness of roaming underneath the blazing hot sun vanished. Spending an hour in such a wonderful atmosphere and over a quick breakfast I came back to our AC room. Other have already got up. Dhawal had made up his plan to experience the thrill of riding again. The destination was central Goa. Capital Panjim, Dona Paula point, Miramar beach and the Mapusa market were next stops. Over a debate on which order to visit these places we left for the battle. Battle against the soaring heat. It was a day to wear helmets. More for the highway route which we took then for the heat. Dhawal’s ‘Horse’, Activa, gave the marching orders. My ‘Horse’ obediently followed. Surely I had lost my Admirals’ cap.

Pretty soon we found that the battle wouldn’t be easy. All of us were drenched in sweat. Unlike the other day, today’s route was passing through town. The tree less tar road was chucking severe heat. We could have easily succumbed to the heat. I was worried for my Activa didn’t look strong. The high temperature could easily blowup the engine. As this thought passed my mind, the gas emptied. With no help around Amogh and I were stranded. Sagar and Dhawal went on further in search of petrol. There was no point in hoping for the help. Instantly we both decided to carry on our journey. Amogh pushed from back and I steered the handle. We covered about a kilometer before they found petrol for us. Both of us felt lifeless with no energy to carry on. Somehow we kept the flame alive.

Crossing the huge bridge, we reached the capital city of Goa. Panjim. The beauty of the city was glowing in bright sun light. The main road passes parallel to creek. Ride on this road was much fun. Halting along a road side, Dhawal pulled out his camera and snapped us. The nearby beauty was captured too. A huge hotel surrounded with Gulmohor trees across the creek was a picture perfect frame. The beautiful party ships were parked on the banks. Dhawal didn’t waste time. I found some time to relax and was fresh to carry on. On satisfying the cameras thirst we set for Dona Paula point.

It took another thirty minutes to reach Dona Paula point. Nothing was found to be special here. The structure of the Dona Paula monument was undergoing repairs. Also the heat was making life uncomfortable over the monument. Sagar found a cold drink shop where we quenched our thirst with a wonderful Lime soda. Dhawal was busy with his camera. Some people find beauty in everything. Dhawal did found it here too. Amazing. With unsatisfied hearts we left the point. There was no point in visiting the point and we thought of wasting our precious time. The same could have been utilized relaxing in shack of a Baga beach. By then we had traveled too far. As the saying goes ‘The tired mind stops thinking’, I had lost all my thinking powers.

Sagar & Dhawal further decides for an old Goa trip. I wanted to oppose but also didn’t want to loose energy over a debate. Hence, I backed off. On our way we halted at Miramar beach. This beach too has a beautiful coastline. The tree garden and small play area add up the splendor. The white coloured stone structure which sits opposite the beach was a picture perfect frame. Immediately the cameras’ clicked. There was a specialty on this beach. Hundreds of wooden sheets were kept standing separating each other at a formally measured distance. We put our mind behind the reason of such organized structure and as always came up with another hundreds of ideas. Most of them vague. Sagar with a self timer captured us in his camera.

The break on Miramar beach was soothing. Except breakfast and lime soda nothing had gone into our bellies. All were very hungry. Somehow we continued the route to old Goa. An hour more on Activa and we landed into the famous church in old Goa. Unlike the last occasion in December 2006 when a fair was set up, we found less people around. We wandered along the church for few minutes and then laid ourselves onto the soft grass underneath a hugh banyan tree. A cool breeze flown underneath. Few beautiful birds whispered amongst themselves. The moment chilled us a bit. It was blessing in disguise. The satisfying affection of the tree inspired me. I immediately made my mind to plant a tree in my native which will provide warmth to others. It was a very noble plan which still is in its planning stage. Execution committee somehow has not found time for exhibition of the noble cause.

After relaxing for half and hour under the awesome banyan tree, we decided for a late lunch into a nearby restaurant. Another King fish dish with prawns curry, rice and Jain Omlette was consumed along with brezzers and fruit juice. Later we left towards Mapusa. This place is famous for typical Goan products shopping. Cashews, wines, dried fish and what not, can be purchased in the same area. Another hours ride and we reached Mapusa. Leaving aside the liquor shop, I and Dhawal engaged us into a cashew shop. Quality cashews were purchased with few chocolates. Sagar purchased wine bottles. Amogh happily carried them. Dhawal and Sagar showed there disapproval for me purchasing two Kg cashews for Pushkaraj. Both were upset on me being close to Pushkaraj more these days then to them. They even reminded me that Pushkaraj has no sister to whom I can think of marrying. I was in no fighting mood. Otherwise there surly would have been few broken bones and knocked teethes. Oops. I wanted to take on my old friends for a new one? Was I right? Never knew.

We came back to Baga after watching a local football match. These Goans are very passionate about their football. The pressure in atmosphere was immense. Crowd erupted when local team won. We cheered too.

After a quick shower, all of us got ready for another dinner. Suddenly the thought of dine refreshed us. On our way to our favourite shack on Baga beach beautiful pictures left behind by the setting sun were filmed. Tandori Tuna and Garlic Squid were ordered as starters to go with Tiger prawns and bottle of wine. Amogh being vegetarian ordered Jain omlette. Rice was consumed along with King fish curry. That night the curry tasted splendid as the Kolkata Knight-riders were literally butchered by the Mumbai Indians. With few more Mumbai Indian supporters around, the atmosphere was no less then a cricket stadium. We were roaring at top of our voice every time a Knight rider got out. And the roars were thick and fast. Knight riders, the initial team I supported, bundled out for mere 65 against the team I supported presently. The Lankan star, Jaisurya finished the match in mere five overs for the Mumbai Indians with a quick fire fifty. Crackers went ablaze onto the Baga beach that night and celebration continued long and strong. The combination of Tendulkar, Jaisurya and Pollock was going well for Mumbai Indians along with Nair, Kulkarni and Takawale punching well although Uthappa was struggling. Our combination of Tandori Tuna, Garlic Squid, King fish curry with rice and Jain Omlette too went very well with Tiger prawns a big disappointment.

Banana cake, Chocolate éclairs, a cup of Ice cream and we jumped into bed. I switched off the lights after finalizing the expenses. Very soon the sleep caught me. I thought of talking to myself in dreams, but was surprised when found that the other three were discussing hypothetical subjects that mid night. Amogh was deeply hurt and was speaking his heart out. Dhawal and Sagar were pulling him. After a laugh and my warning everyone slept. Good night.

Chapter 4 – Victory
Saturday, 17th May 2008 started with the same routine for me. I woke up at 6:30 AM. Amogh accompanied me today. The same warmth and calmness of the beach was experienced for the third day in a row. So rewarding was the experience to me than the demanding daily routine. It really relaxed me. By the time we came back to our AC room, Sagar and Dhawal were awaked. Soon we packed our bags, kept them into the safe custody of Mr Francis and checked out from the AC room. This day was our last day of our trip in Goa. So we wanted to take immense out of it. We unanimously decided to restore ourselves in one of the shack of the Baga beach. Sagar & Dhawal wore their Swiss T-Shirts. I was dressed fully into my denim’s. Amogh geared up too. Soon we took the front seats in a shack and relaxed. We had 5 hours to spare here before we come back to the real world. Our Goan fantasy was ending. As a sand sipping through from upper chamber to lower of an Hourglass.

Breakfast consisting of double omlette, bread butter, French fries and fried King fish was ordered with milkshakes & fruit juices. The consumption of bread was as slow as is the preparation of one. A fruit would have ripped by the time we drank a glass of juice. We were having no thoughts no action nothing whatsoever. All of us were comforting effortlessly. We seldom talk to each other in that period. Other than the noise that waves made along the coastline there was silence. People were sparse. The time had come to a stand still. Hourglass lying horizontal on table.

Dhawal was capturing images from time to time. Suddenly a little bird came nearby our table. We were surprised to see a Sparrow. After a long time. I remembered seeing a Sparrow last in my school days. Almost the bird had skipped from my memory. Sparrow probably is the first bird known to most of us as the mother’s repeated the Sparrow stories a number of times while feeding us. It does appear that these beautiful little birds are near extinction. But such a tiny they are, they almost get overlooked. Even by the environmentalist. I am yet to hear a ‘cry’ for saving Sparrow’s. Or may be the environment will loose balance on the extinction of big animals such as Tigers and Elephants only. Extinction of a small bird will make no harm to it. Sparrow represents the weaker community of humans’. It was severely taken advantage by the stronger ones for their own misery. Whatever it may be but it seems that other creatures on earth are losing fight in front of the greed of human being. We are proud of ourselves to be called best creation of God. But are we ruthlessly finishing his other creations?

Dhawal immediately clicked that Sparrow in frames. Sagar dropped few slices of bread for the little bird. In few moments the bird disappeared. Till now I am yet to see another Sparrow.

Couple of hours passed by. Few more people came to the beach. The loneliness felt earlier was suddenly gone. We took out a soft tennis ball and played high catches on the sand. After a few good catches and few fumbles I came back to my comfortable seat. Rest kept playing. Sagar bought a sea shell from a vendor. Blowing it few times, everyone settled into the shack. Dhawal and Sagar engaged themselves onto the pool table. I ordered food for the final time. King fish curry and rice was gulped with few brezeers and juices. Amogh being vegetarian ordered Jain omlette. The concept of Jain omlette itself is contradictory. First the Jains are pure vegetarian. Egg omlette is not. Amogh calls it ‘Jain omlette’ for like Jains he never consumes onion. And the Jain omlette does not contain onions. People are freak. We had an example along. While we happily treat ourselves, the Hourglass shelved all sand from the top chamber. The time was up to leave Baga. The town which has provided many sweet memories was bowed for the final time. Bidding farewell to Mr Francis we picked our baggage and took a cab to Thivim.

Our train, the holiday special Karwar-Mumbai express was late by couple of hours. With nothing much to do, Dhawal and Sagar played squash alongside the Thivim railway platform board. Later Sagar and I conquered the small steep hill that stands 80 degrees straight along the Thivim platform. Dhawal snaps few pictures. On arrival of the train we quickly settled. Dhawal goes to the other seat and switches on his mobile songs. Sagar and I finalize the budget of our trip. The entire tour cost us mere 16,000 Rs. Which mean Rs. 4,000 per head. That too the amount was from the savings done in year 2006. Considering the inflation we had enjoyed the trip in 2008 at a cost of 2006. That’s the power of savings. It multiplies the rewards in more than a way. The entire episode meant that the trip was almost free for all. Amogh had enjoyed a sponsored Goa trip.

To bid time we played cards on our return journey. A dinner, few snaps and we were fast asleep. The train which was late as expected reached Dadar station at 6:00 early morning. An hours journey in a local train and we reached home by 7:30 AM, thus concluding the 2008 Goa trip.

Chapter 5 - Destiny
From the next day daily routine started for me. Dhawal packed off to Pune in couple of days. Sagar’s was last week at his Job for he had already resigned. The sweet memories of Goa vanished quickly. May be the heat had caught us all.

World economy has always undergone changes. A couple of centuries back the Agrarian economy existed. Agricultural products ruled the market then. With the advancement in technical know-how the economy slowly shifted towards the Industrial Age. Rich people were known for the big industries they owned. Later few rich countries went through big recessions, the Capitalist took over the economy. They ruled over world market for about 70 years. In the early 1990’s the Berlin wall, which separated West Germany with East Germany, was brought down. The occasion is said to have broken the world boundaries and thus started the Information age. It has open immense opportunities for the member countries of the World Trade Organization with free trade between them.

We too were enjoying fruits of the Globalization. On 14th June 2008, Sagar packs for US. The event demarks a rise of new era for all of us. Now the world was wide open to be conquered. Sagar being the first soldier. The prior weekend we all planned a grand send-off for him as a tribute. Dhawal came from Pune a day before. I had a plan of shooting a short film which needed Dhawal’s approval and execution. The film would cover few incidences from our childhood. Like a flash back, I chalked down few interesting occurrences of us with Sagar. Cricket partnerships, Badminton matches, snacks atop pump house, studies, festivals, rainy days restaurant and what not did came out from the memory stock. The single wicket championships won either by him or by me, and the in house table tennis matches has a very special place in my memories. The thought of not having Sagar in my cricket team was a dreadful thought. Immediately the matches won single handedly by him flashed back. The Stephen Edberg’s and the Michael Sticsh’s along with Ganguly’s and Azaruddin’s were remembered. A Badminton tie I never won was against him. Carrom & Chess was never my cup of tea. I lost all the encounters brutally. I being a strong person rarely show up my emotions. But my eyes were watery while thinking of those wonderful passed moments. Mumbai Indians lost their way in the IPL and were eliminated in the league stage with some crucial losses.

On the send-off day i.e. 7th June 2008, I and Dhawal started early. We filmed a documentary with other friends. I edited the entire film adding up few songs. A Rang De Basanti touch was evident into it. Everyone enjoyed the film. I and Dhawal stayed at Sagar’s place. We talked and talked and talked that night. Our emotions were flowing as brisk as a flooded river. Loosing Sagar’s company, probably this close for ever, took a serious toll on us. A week later Sagar flows to US with I and Dhawal left back. God has a planned destiny for each one of us. We are here to follow his orders. The bitter truth was accepted and the life continued. It still continues.

To be honest, Sagar is yet to find place in the list of my very close friends. Not only for the unanswered phone calls, but there are many other reasons supporting my claim. Yet I did support his idea of Goa tour. More so I made a video honouring our friendship. Later, Balu asked me about the video. He questioned my intentions regarding the tribute and send-off treat. Did you bid same when Chirag flown to US? Was there a party when KT left for Chennai? Was Dhawal parted off in same way to Pune? Then why only for Sagar? And what not did he asked. He was right on asking these questions. I was speechless. And still has found any answer. And probably do not want any answer.

The beginning…

10 year hence…

The year 1999 symbolizes the breakeven point in the 4 of us lives, who made it to the Saar Pass trek in the Great Himalayas. I and Sagar were 18. The silver hairline over our body was apparent while the dark hairs were growing thick and fast. The moustaches were sprouting and the pimples were beginning to scar our cheeks. We both had appeared for the standard XII examination and were eagerly awaiting results. Kailash was the eldest amongst us. He had just been 25 and had already been a respectable person in our eyes. With KT, as Kailash is famously known, the toughest of the tough appears easy. The queries unfold itself with his sheer presence. He carries a golden touch with a unique flair of his own. Aditya was our fourth combatant. This guy had 25 inch biceps and a 50 inch wide chest. The complexion was fair and the body was muscular.

It was 9th of June in the year 1999, that we boarded the Paschim express from Borivili railway station to reach Delhi. We were well informed about the ‘Thugs of Delhi’ and were cautious about there presence right from our first footsteps in the Capital city. I and Sagar were shielded by Aadit as KT found us the way to reach the Youth Hostel at Chanakyapuri. On our route we passed aside the historic Red fort that stands tall and proud into the heart of this wonderful Capital city. The India gate and the parliament house were passed further. In an hour we settled into the dormitory of the Youth Hostel. Aadit found a Sardar family and began chanting in his then vicarious English. Later the manager yelled at us for eating Bhaji-pav in his crystal clear dinning room. We barely were affected by his comments. Aadit took numerous baths in the oven hot weather of Delhi.

By the fall of evening, the Thugs at Delhi Bus Aada got better of us. We were compelled to buy tickets at higher rates. Aadit was helpless in this encounter. Our destination was Kasol, a tiny village in the interiors of Himachal Pradesh. Almost 20 hours of non stop travel landed us at Kasol, where our base camp was located. River ‘Beas’, a tributary of holy Ganga, flew right in front of our tent. After couple of days of acclimatization we were ready for our trek. Our group was the last of that years’ camp and consisted of diverge crowd. Two young Gujrathi’s from Surat made good company of ours. A group of young college students from Pune ignited spice with a non-verbal competition against us. A Delhiate was centre of attraction. An elderly Yelkawaar family from Yavatmal, Maharashtra, cast the enthusiasm one feels in these sensational mountains. But the person who came very very close to us was one Mr Chopde who accompanied his beautiful wife. The accent of Mr Chopde was typical Nagpurian and although rough, sounded sweet to us. Our wavelength with the family matched within no time. Soon Sagar and Kailash demonstrated there unbelievably flexibility and caught the attention of the entire group. Aadit self imposed himself to the managerial post by claiming the post of environmental leader. I decided to run a gear lesser to protect by fragile back. Sagar literally walked atop a 50 foot rock which stood perpendicular to the ground level. Aadit shivered and the rest trembled. By now 4 of us carried the reputation of being the best amongst the entire lot. We were the fastest between villages and also eat the most. They tagged us as ‘Bombay Boys’.

Initial 3 days of trek barely provided a challenge to either of us. The narrow path which passed between the huge spine trees along the banks of river Beas, endow us with the awe-inspiring scenic beauties which fulfilled our souls. The Himalayas welcomed us with wide-stretched arms. There were few casualties around. The Yelkawaar had a bad stomach upset. The ladies were seen labouring with swollen ankles. A mid-aged gentlemen’s team was struggling for air. The young guns from Pune were fraught to complete the huge distances. And the oxygen depleted as we moved to 8,000 foot above sea level.

During the fourth day of our trek, we were destined towards ‘Bada Thach’. The route passed through few steep hills and the rains had made the path slippery. Even the splendorous surroundings couldn’t keep fatigue from spreading in us. Our bodies showed the first sign of disintegration in this chilled climate. Barely 100 meters from the camping ground, we found an unusual plane underneath a huge mountain range. The rains had surpassed and the sky was wide open. Me and Sagar immediately threw ourselves over the lush green grass and began to admire the natural beauty lying down. KT and Aadit too rested. Those 15 minutes of soothing sleep underneath an open sky at about 8500 feet above, besides the most gorgeous green surrounding calmed the inner senses. The speed of ours provided the leverage to enjoy such a pleasing nap while the agony of other increased every passing minute. On reaching the Bada Thach camp, we were informed about the recent attacks of the wild Bears on to the livestock. We might have narrowly escaped one. The entire night was sleepless as everyone was on high alert with sticks to counter the possible attack.

Day five was a steep climb towards Nagaru, the tip of Saar Pass. This place is the most amazing and the most beautiful place one can ever climb. I and Sagar were first as usual to reach. We could barely manage a foot or two in the wild storm. Entering one of the vacant tents, we had to grip around the base of the pole to stay grounded. The ice rain began post storm. The hard impact made by the hits of ice cubes above the tent sent tremors in our stomach. An hour later the atmosphere mysteriously changed. Everything was at a stand still. The cloud cover had disappeared and the sun rays provided the magnificent glow to the surroundings. The Nagaru peak was surrounded by famous mountains of Brahma, Vishnu and Mahesh. The first glance over the icy mountain tops aroused goose bumps all over. A plain white cloud rising above from the nearby valley and amassing with the above skyline was breathtaking. The entire valley was blushing with yellow flowers that were spread over the lush green grass. The night was eventful as well. At around 2:00 am, we came out of our sleeping bags to see the meteors that were visible to naked eyes as they are in the science centre. The hardships of a relentless day were forgotten and the hearts were full with the amazing beauty of mother Earth.

Next couple of days was downward trek towards Kasol. The historical town of Manikaran falls on the same route. One can find the hot water spring, a foot beside the bumbling cold Beas. The warmth of water not only provided the heat for cooking and bathing, but it also has a rich source of minerals coming right from the extracts. Half an hour further down, we reached Kasol marking the successful conclusion of our trek. Other than a scratch here and there we 4 were fit and fine. Few crippled campers surprisingly were back on there toes and were dancing hard during the camp fire.

Next day the early morning bus took us to Manali, the favourite city of Himachal Pradesh. We halted at Kullu to buy the woolen clothes. Mr and Mrs Chopde accompanied us to Manali. The city of Manali is a happening place at all times. The Tibetian market is grand and wonderful. The temple of Lord Buddha is vast and fantastic. Sleek roads that pass through the residential areas between the hills are magnificent. And the people are humble and beautiful. A day later we went to Rohatang Pass which connects Siachen with India. These mountains are wrapped with a thick layer of white snow at all times. The temperature hardly gets in positive. Yaks are seen aplenty and the pass is paradise to the lovers of adventurous sports. We had an experience of a lifetime cuddling ourselves underneath the silk-soft snow.

A long overnight journey brought us back to the Youth Hostels of Delhi. The contrast in temperatures between the two cities at last took its toll over our bodies. The first aid box was pulled out for the first time and the antibiotics kept us floating ahead. Next day early morning we caught Delhi tourism bus to reach Agra. Our first halt was at the Red fort of Agra, which is a monstrous yet beautiful edifice. From one corridor of the fort, we glanced over river Yamuna to see the Taj Mahal which was alluring in the baking sun. An hour later we were at the door steps of Taj. The structure is much adorable seeing with ones eyes then in snaps or films. The magnificence of Taj is more to experience than to express. We were stunned admiring the delicate carvings over it. That was an experience to savour for entire life. On our way back to Delhi we offered prayers at the Krishna Temple of Mathura. The sweets were awesome and the Lassi enlighten our tired bodies.

June 30th 1999 we came back home. Since then, 10 years is a very long time. All four of us have changed addresses. Sagar and I have become grownup adults. KT and Aadit have extended their relationships. Each of us has chosen varying professions. Yet the moments cherished all along the tour are still afresh in the memory stock. We often bank upon them during the lull periods. The mesmerizing Himalayas have left a lasting impact in each of our life.

Baga for life

Baga for life
Baga-de-Gaba

Starring
Sexy Sagar
Kool KT
Dashing Dhawal
Amazing Amol
And
The King Kunal


Recently India has gained from overseas hospitality businesses. Mainly because of places such as Kashmir, Himachal, Uttranchal, Darjiling, Goa, Rajashthan, Kerla etc. Previously I have been to Himachal and Rajasthan. In December 2006 it was time to visit Goa for the first time ever. It was for sure that I would have great time in great company of KT, Sagar, Amol and Dhawal. It really turned out to be the same. Missed Manish’s presence throughout.

Phase I – Initial Dilemma
The trip started with a casual call of Dhawal in October saying “December mein kahi jate hai”. I instantly replied “Goa”. Manish and Sagar approved immediately. Christmas period was tentatively fixed. Dhawal who works for Mahindra and Mahindra had company quarters in Goa. He inquired about the availability. Couldn’t get the booking for Christmas. December 2 to 6 were only available days and only 6 people permitted. So with myself, Manish, Sagar and Dhawal fixed, we started to look for other 2. Asked Rohit about the same. He replied positively. But later backed off as his leave was not sanctioned. With Rohit out, Amol came in. Kailash gave green signal immediately. So all six of us were ready to rock in Goa. The MASK was ready to conquer Goa. Railway tickets were booked.

Than came the difficulties. My boss Peter from Canada was to visit office on the same days. So I was doubtful. Kailash was a doubtful starter as well. Sagar can give ‘Kalti’ anytime. Dhawal’s mood was shattering. Manish was still going strong for Goa as he had previously experienced what Goa stands for. Later everyone except Manish figured out the difficulties. He missed the Goan train due to some family reasons. Only 5 of us made it.

Goa history
Goa was ruled by the Portuguese. It was included into India only in the year of 1961 as a free state. The state is famous for its exotic beaches and the Manganese and Iron ore extracts. Local language here is Konkani. This is amongst the very few states of India where football is played by many. Goa also is famous for the plantations of Cashews.

Phase I – Grand Start
Preparations for this, to be memorable trip started a week ahead. All necessary items were listed. Dhawal purchased a new Olympus Digital camera to treasure the moments. The tour day came. Friday 1st December 2006. Everyone meet at 7:30 pm on MASK ground. Took off to Vasai to catch Nagarcoil express. Amol started his bumbling jokes since then. The laughter was back on MASK. ‘Aaaa aaa aa aa aa aa’. The express was given a name as well. ‘Fizz’. We Purchased some snacks for night. Later Manish came to meet us. He gave us a long list of liquor bottles that he required from Goa. Dhawal took some snaps with him.

The train was late by around 35 minutes. We started from Vasai at about 9:10 pm. Within 10 minutes we started to do what we are famous for. Eating, rather filling the stomachs. All the idli’s and tepla’s and biscuits and kela wafers and wadi’s were finished. Still we ordered for a biryani and happily consumed it. No wonder we all are famous for eating 18/20 chapatis at one go. After our tummies were full we cracked some jokes and read out the Audacious dialogues from MASK forum in Orkut. Soon we felt sleepy and pulled our nighties. Next thing I know is that I slept near Bhiwandi and got up at Kudal that to for uncontrollable nature call due to cold. Soon others waked up. Again the pantry person was called and ordered for Dosa, Wada and Tea, coffee. We alighted the Nagarcoil express at Sawantwadi as it didn’t halt at Pernem (Pedne), our destination and first railway station of Goa. From Sawantwadi we took Kokan Kanya express which arrived about 45 minutes later. Till then we enjoyed tennis on Sawantwadi railway station. Reaching Pernem we meet our tour companion Anand who performed his duty very well and showed us every possible corner of Goa in his Tata Sumo Victa. From here the Goa journey begins. Previously I had heard many things about Goa. About beaches, temples, churches, sanctuaries etc. and hence was very anxious to visit them. Hearing and reading about a place is totally different than experiencing it.

Phase II – Conquering Goa
Day 1 in Goa – 2 December 2006
From Pernem we left to the most beautiful place in Goa. The place is famous for its exotic beach and wonderful shacks. Also has a mountain on one side which adds to its scenic beauty. The place is non other than Baga. It comes in north Goa. Baga is around 2 kms from Calangute. Calangute and Baga are favourite places of foreign tourists. Foreigners, mostly from Western countries and Europe, out numbered the local tourists by large. For a moment we felt as visiting a foreign country.

In about 30 minutes we reached the Mahindra and Mahindra guest house. We were greeted by middle aged person Philip Fernandes accompanied with a teenage boy, Lahu. The guest house was a two storey building with living and dining rooms at the ground floor and three well furnished air conditioned rooms on the top. We quickly settled in and started to plan our tour with help of Anand. Meanwhile Philip Fernandes prepared a light breakfast for all of us consisting of bread, butter, jam, sauce and tea. Hereto we gulped it soon and set out to embrace Goa.

The first journey was to the near-south parts of Baga. We first visited the famous jail of Aguada which is located on a side of hill facing the Arabian ocean. The jail is said to have underground bunkers and has been home for some of the most dangerous criminals of our country. One can view the jail from outside only.

A kilometer towards top of jail is the famous fort Aguada. This fort has gained importance in recent times since some part of the super-hit movie, Dil Chahata hai was shoot here. The scenic beauty of Goan beaches and mountains could be witnessed from various points of fort Aguada. On the eastern side of it is a beautiful Coco beach. Vasco, Panjim falls to the south and beautiful Arabian Sea to its eastern side. The fort doesn’t have a massive structure as was used by the Portuguese to keep watch on the nearby areas of Goa. There is a huge light house built atop the fort.

Coming down from fort Aguada we saw the most beautiful bungalow on the way. The same bungalow was used for shooting film Haseena Maan Jayegi. This bungalow which looks alike a palace is owned by a Mumbai based businessman. Later we halted at Aguada bay. The bay is visited by number of tourist as one can see Dolphins in it. We hired a ferry for same and immediately within 10 minutes saw the first live Dolphin. Next minute we saw another and the number kept on increasing every passing minute. There were at least 10 Dolphins surrounding our ship. They were fishing for food. Also we were blessed to see a Dolphin pair. Some of the more agile Dolphins were jumping out from water as to salute us. This certainly was a memorable event in everyone’s lives. Further the ferry took us on ride ahead where we saw that beautiful bungalow from the sea side. It looked more gorgeous. Also we saw a prisoner waving hand towards the tourists from the Jail. Felt sorry for that pity person. He stays in such a beautiful location and yet cannot enjoy it.

By the fall of evening we visited the Sinquerium beach. The place is known for the variety of water sports. Motor boats, Water scooters, parasailing, para-riding etc. can be best enjoyed here. The most exciting amongst all is the banana ride. Banana is a 10 feet long tube wherein 5 people can sit on top. It is then tide to the motor boat. The motor boat carries the banana into deep sea and instantly without notice the banana is turned over throwing the riders into ocean. Hearing this from the banana ride owner scared me and Dhawal. We decided to board the motor boat while KT, Sagar and Amol took the banana ride. When the banana took off for the first time, every one of ours faces turned tense. Suddenly the banana flipped and our three brave hearts were thrown into deep Ocean. They caught the banana rope tightly and they began to sink. Immediately the instructor shouted to leave the banana and the three floated on water with the help of the life jackets. All had at least a litre of water filled inside. Dhawal and I were happy to be in the motor boat. I took snaps of the ride. Sagar wished to take on parasailing as well. But by then the night had taken control and all sports were halted. We returned to Baga guest house with a fun filled first day.

Then came the time to dine. We selected a shack on Baga beach with a candle light. My boss had told me to taste the King fish, King prawns, Tiger prawns, Lobster, Tuna fish and Squid while in Goa. On the first dinner we ordered for King Fish which is called ‘Surmai’ in Mumbai. Kailash being vegetarian ordered certain veg dishes. Over a glass of wine we started enjoying the delicious Goan preparation of King fish. Then I thanked myself to have switched back to non-vegetarian food after a gap of 5 long years of veggie recipes. King fish curry and rice just tasted amazing. Later we took a walk to Calangute beach where we tasted cakes for desert. I had told you previously about our eating capacity. Tons and tons get in.

The eventful first day ended with memory of Dolphin and taste of King Fish.

Day 2 in Goa – 3 December 2006
With the sweet memories of the previous day we all got up early at around 6:30 am. Another fascinating day was awaited ahead. Philip Fernandes prepared a heavy breakfast consisting of double-omlet, bread, butter, jam, sauce and tea. Within no time the delicious snacks were finished. Immediately we were off to capture picturesque Goa. Today to the south. Madgaon. On the way lies the port city of Goa, Vasco-d-Gama. The gulf like geographical location suits the ship building industry. Gadgil, Dempo, Chaoghule and Salgaonkar are some of the big industries. Also Iron ore and Manganese are exported from here. Vasco city has been spread atop hill. Hence most of the industries are visible which sit across the sea bank. One has to admire the mechanism used by such industries. Heavy machinery, transport, material management looks to be very efficiently used. To the extreme eastern point of Vasco lie the Customs office and the Vasco Port Trust. There are certain picturesque points on the way. The ship industry in Vasco provides the livelihood to the localities.

From Vasco we set to go to Madgaon. The highway is beautiful with divider having plantations. We also took a ride into Airport. The Airport road crossing has the only signal lights in Goa. Reaching Madgaon in more 20 minutes time I meet my school friend Hemali Gawde near Holy Spirit church. She joined our company to Colva beach. Over a lunch and ice cream, we headed towards the beach. Colva beach is one of the biggest tourists’ destinations of South Goa. Here too foreign tourists are seen aplenty. Although the beach doesn’t have a scenic beauty, but has a clean coastline with sand as soft as talcum powder. Walking over it is an experience in itself. Also certain water sports are available here. We spent about an hour on the beach.

From Colva we went to a Navy museum which is near Airport. On our way to museum we experienced a ‘Rang de Basanti’ when a Jet Airways flight landed from some meters over our heads. That was a thrilling experience. On reaching museum and on first sight the museum looks like a small structure. Entry ticket is just mere 15 Rupees per person and also camera is allowed inside. The museum was started in 1997 and has been developed gradually since then. In its little space around it has about 10 fighter planes displayed with details about its engine mechanism. Specimen of war ships, Virat and Vikrant, are displayed inside. Also various arms, ammunitions, uniforms, medals are displayed. A room is dedicated to the Navy martyrs of the country. This museum is a must visit for all the Navy admirers of our country.

After experiencing and feeling a bit proud about our countries Naval force, we set to visit a spring nearby. The spring is named as Kesarwal spring. There was not much of water in it and also the fountain was just sprinkling. The locals said that this spring looks beautiful in the monsoons. Hence in about 5 minutes we set off from Kesarwal spring. On the way at Panjim we left company of Hemali. From here we headed straight to the most admired film festival of country, IFFI film festival. The festival location started as soon as we crossed a bridge of Panjim. Road lightings, food stalls, stage shows with hundreds of people around. The atmosphere here was really bumbling. We decided to just pass it along. In about 15 more minutes we reached Dona Paula, one of the biggest attractions of Goa. The place is also famous for Kamal Hasan’s movie where he commits suicide along with his partner from Dona Paula stone. When we reached here the sun had already set and the night was fallen. Hence we couldn’t enjoy the beauty of the spot. After taking snaps on the Dona Paula stone we headed back to favourite Baga. We still were unable to know the identities of Dona Paula. Who were they? Why has there statue been placed there? All of us had different hearings on it.

Until now we were a bit tired after a long day. But in back of our minds we were happy to come back to Baga on the last day experience. Baga was slowly settling into our hearts. After reaching guest house we soon refreshed ourselves, had a tea and stepped towards Baga beach. We took a long walk towards Calangute beach. In about 15 minutes we came back to our favourite shack of Baga beach. Dinner for the day was treated by Sagar. Again over a wine and beer we enjoyed sea food. We ordered for King prawns with full Tuna fish and King fish curry with rice. Kailash alike last day ordered for veg meal. As we were enjoying the food the sea water slowly rouse and started flowing underneath our seats. That also was a glorious moment, having dinner with water flowing from down. A foreigner lady from Wales joined us. Amol suddenly started to move away. She instantly saw Amol moving and asked about him. Sagar told her that Amol is our leader. She instantly followed Amol to shack hands. This frightened Amol more and he started to run away from her. She duly ran after him. Another moment was treasured. Later greeting Merry Christmas to her and hers family we again set to Calangute cake shop. Having a pastry on Calangute beach was becoming more of a necessity and habit. Nearby lays the disco Tito’s. Many foreigners have a ball in this famous disco. From the Calangute market we came back to guest house at around 12:30 in the night. Soon we fall asleep with the sweet memories of the day and more to be exciting 3 days ahead.

Day 3 in Goa – 4 December 2006
With fresh dreams of the last day we got up a bit late on Monday. We had made plan to just visit old Goa for the day so we could be back by afternoon and have much more time to spare on Calangute-Baga beach. For the breakfast we had requested Philip Fernandes to prepare Aloo Parathas. The parathas was to take more time for preparation. Hence till then we ordered our regular double-omlet, bread, butter, jam, sauce and tea. Within no time everything was finished. Parathas were to be served for lunch which we had planned to taste from hands of Philip Fernandes.

About 9:30 am we left for old Goa. On the way lies the beautiful church of Saligaon. We captured the beautiful structure of this church into the cameras and set ahead to St. Francis church in old Goa. We passed through the road on which film Dhoom was shoot showing Abhishek Bacchan flying across in a motor boat. Mostly the road passed beside the river showing huge barges carrying Iron ore and Manganese. There was a fiesta in the old town. Thousands of people were gathered together for the morning prayers. We first went to visit the museum. Here the Portuguese culture was evident as most of the Portuguese Generals and Scholars oil-paintings were displayed. Some ancient scriptures and art found while digging were displayed as well. After capturing certain frames outside the church we passed through fair. A statue of Gandhiji is erected at one end of the church.

Further we headed towards the Savoi plantation which is located towards eastern Goa. On the way we halted to visit Devki-Krishna temple. The road towards plantation is very narrow and passes through green belt. This gives an experience of passing through a jungle. In about 30 minutes we reached the Savoi Plantation owned by Shetye family. We were warmly greeted by a lady. On welcoming us inside she told us about the place. It is proposed on 100 acres of land out of which 5 acres have been cultivated so far. In there lies various birds, an artificial river, wide range of fruit and vegetable plantation etc. The food provided here is from the same plantation and is fresh. We were given a welcome drink of Kokam which tasted superb. This area is a must visit for all the keen nature lovers. We were very disappointed to know that the entry is strictly given only through advance booking. Hence we had to return back with just the glimpse of it. The road back to Baga was long and few of us felt asleep. Near Baga we halted to take snaps of St. Alex church. In about 100 minutes we reached Baga where another delicious food was awaiting us. This was prepared by Philip Fernandes and Lahu. So we were really anxious to eat the home made food. And to much of our excitement the food was too tasty. The fried King fish and Prawns curry tasted awesome. Aloo Parathas and curd tasted good as well. We eat till our tummies were fully filled and conscious satisfied. Thanking Philip Fernandes we went to the rooms and rested for a while.

Around 4:00 pm we started towards Baga beach. At that moment everyone was excited to visit Baga beach in sun light. Then comes the words of Amol ‘Baga-de-gaba’ which later become the theme words of our tour. Baga beach in the evening looked even prettier. The coastline and the mountain provided the perfect shooting location. The shacks across the coast with people sunbathing gave a perfect portrait view. This scene was more to experience personally than to put in words. We walked to Calangute beach. All the others till than had jumped into water. They were enjoying the huge waves. Water sports were on a high at Calangute. Later we snapped some foreigners. The most beautiful sunset pictures were taken on the same evening. The sun setting into Arabian Sea was another wonderful moment to witness. Probably the best sunset scene I have ever witnessed in my life. With night taking its effect, we set back to Baga. On the way Moon was rising towards the east. That being the full-moon day the moon was sprinkling enough light to provide another picturesque occasion. I pulled the camera and took the best photograph ever. The moon shining over a beach shack behind trees became the portrait image. Slowly and steadily Baga-Calangute was making deep inroads into each one of ours heart. Later we rushed to guest house and over a quick shower again came back for dinner at Baga beach shack. Today was the day to taste Squids. We ordered for Squid along with Prawns, King fish curry and rice. Veg dish was ordered as usual. Again with wine and beer we consumed the heart satisfying tasty food. Dinning at the beach shack with sea water flowing beneath and fire crackers blowing on the beautiful enlightened beach is an experience in itself. As a habit we all took a walk to Calangute and had cake. Around 12:00 we came back to guest house and soon went into dreams of the day.

Day 4 in Goa – 5 December 2006
In came Tueday. The second last day of our, until now memorable tour. By now we were feeling that 5 days are very short to enjoy Goa. Hence we figured out to make immense of Tuesday. We got up a bit late around 8:00 in the morning. Philip Fernandes was ready with the breakfast consisting of double-omlet, bread, butter, jam, sauce and tea. Again the delicious food was consumed in no time.

Around 10:00 we set out to visit extreme north Goa. Dhawal had heard about the beautiful and quite beaches around north Goa. He was very excited to visit them. Some of us had little interest to travel long distance to enjoy beaches. I was in favour of staying at Baga only. Sagar was sounding the same. But for group cause we somehow accompanied. And I tell you we had a wonderful time. North Goa beaches really are the most attractive and beautiful. First we went near to Maharashtra border to visit Fort Tirakhol. We passed through some of the remote places of Goa. On our way also laid a prawn’s factory. To reach the fort we had to cross river Kerim which flows off the beautiful Kerim beach coast. We were transferred by a ferry. Vehicles are passed through the ship. Fort lies on a mountain. Reaching fort Tirakhol we were a bit disappointed to see a Hotel being operational in fort campus. The old structure of fort doesn’t exist. More so it gives feeling of being in a five star hotel. We spent a very few minutes inside. We took some snaps from the top. Kerim beach looked gorgeous from here. Immediately we took the return ferry to Kerim.

From Kerim we planned to visit another dream destination Arambol. On our way we passed through various other beautiful beaches. The specialty of all these beaches is that they are very quite, beautiful and has sparse crowd mainly foreigners. One can really enjoy the loneliness here. On reaching Arambol we saw one of the most fascinating scenes. The water itself has a greenish look. On the northern side lies a range of mountain. Certain rocks extend inside the ocean. This was a picture perfect location. Immediately we captured it into frame. The shacks across the beach also looked descent. Another noticeable thing was that the beach had only foreign tourist except us. Sagar, Amol, Kailash and Dhawal immediately undressed and jumped into ocean. They were having a good time. The surfing board which was hired made all of them happier. Dhawal was literally cuddling the board. I made myself busy in photography. In one of the shack I found guitar. I immediately posed with it. Also I captured the image of foreigner who was walking on his hands with head down and legs skywards. He was an ISKON member.

After about an hour all came out of water. We took a light breakfast and left Arambol beach. From here our destiny was fort Chapora. On our way we halted for lunch. Here to we ordered very heavy dishes and happily consumed them. Fort Chapora was also filmed in Dil Chahata hai. It sits at hill top. Vehicles can’t climb the steep hill. So we had to walk our way inside the fort. One can immediately notice that the fort is in ruins. Most of the border walls broken, weeds grown every where and no tourists to visit other than five of us. But fort has a wonderful site seeing around. Towards eastern side is a bird sanctuary wherein we were fortunate to see thousands of birds. Towards south lies the green belt with coconut tree plantation. Western side has the beautiful beaches of Anjuna and Vagator on coast of the beautiful Arabian Sea. On north lie few more beautiful beaches. One can view large parts of northern Goa from the fort. Capturing all the beauties from top we set downhill. On our way we meet a young Sardar couple who had dreams of conquering fort Chapora on Enticer bike. Probably they were getting ready for filming Dhoom III. The male was riding the steep hill of about 80 Degree. He had a miserable fall in the middle. Kailash helped him go down again. Amol exchanged words with him. The Sardar was cool as a cucumber as if it was his every day’s job. Then I wondered why so many jokes are made on Sardarjis’.

Later we went on searching for water sports as Sagar was keen for para-sailing. Firstly we halted on Anjuna beach to see no water sports around. The beach is a bit rocky and not suitable for water sports. Here we decided to visit Sinquerium beach again where the banana ride was enjoyed on the very first day. In about 40 minutes we reached the beach. Wasting no time all the other four got ready for banana ride again. Dhawal gained strength these three days. He too went for a banana ride. I again took the cameraman’s spot and filmed the entire ride. The ride was more enjoyable than the last one. They were dipped thrice during the ride. Once Sagar himself tilted the banana to send the professional person flying into the ocean. Soon after the banana ride, Sagar and Dhawal went for a para-sailing. This ride consists of a parachute tied to the motorboat and the rider is gradually pushed skywards. It was already dark by then. Both of them enjoyed the beautiful view of lights of the Sinquerium beach and the nearby area.

With full hearts we returned to Baga. On our way myself, Sagar and Amol tattooed our left shoulders. Over a quick shower and tea we moved to Baga beach again. Regular fish dinner was ordered with wine and Amol ordering for Vodka. Kailash usually was ordering veg dish but was confused. He asked the attendant about any particular veg dish. The attendant immediately replied “Sab to kha chuke ho veg mein. Abb kya bacha hai”. We had a laugh on the occasion. All the dishes were finished in no time. Another dinner was treasured. Amol with 2 pegs of Vodka was feeling drunk. He was making more noise. Another attendant came near to ask about Amol’s condition. Amol instantly replied “Tu dar mat. Hum bill bhar denge”. Again we had a laugh. This time more loudly than Navjot Singh Sidhu’s laughter on the Laughter challenge. We were treasuring moments after moments. I finished the food early and went at a side into a lonely area. After about 15 minutes rest followed. Amol was totally drunk. Now the Vodka was speaking from his mouth. He was continually behind me to take him to Tito’s disco where he wanted to have a ball. I was ignoring him. We walked to Calangute for cakes. I thought Amol will forget Tito’s after eating cake. I was wrong. He kept pleading me, rather harassing, to take him to Tito’s. I asked Sagar whether Amol is acting like drunk or whether really the liquor had taken control of him. Sagar replied that the cigarette which he smoked after drinks had caused him to loose control of himself. Somehow Sagar and I convinced Amol to get to guest house first and come back to Tito’s later. All the way back he kept harassing me with his remarks. Kailash was loosing his temper over seeing Amol’s condition. He really was boiling on Amol.

On reaching Guest house Amol continued to speak out drunken. He was talking loudly. I made him lie down and put sheets over him. Also I smashed his head with pillow. Yet again he spoke out loud. I changed the name of Philip Fernandes to Francis as he could yell to him by his name. I even told Amol that Francis’s sister is in house and she will feel bad about you. No way was Amol in listening mood. I left Amol in this condition and returned to my room where Kailash, Dhawal and Sagar were lying. After about 5 minutes Amol entered our room and started to harass us again to take him to Tito’s. I made up my mind to call Amol’s home and talk to his mother about the situation being out of control. Amol walks up to me. Comes closer to my ears and says “Kunal tera bangwa ho gaya re”. Man, I was speechless. Sagar and Dhawal were laughing like crazy. They were involved in the plan as well. Amol was absolutely fine. They tricked me and made me scapegoat. Bakra. We had a great time that night. All of us including Kailash were astonished to see Amol acting absolutely perfect drunk.

Later we engaged ourselves into thinking about the activities of the day. Slowly and steadily we all fell asleep talking about Arambol beach, Chapora fort, Sinquerium water sports and The Great Amol’s acting proficiency.

Day 5 in Goa – 6 December 2006
Wednesday morning we were feeling used to the daily routine. Took a breakfast consisting of Upma specially prepared by Philip Fernandes. Also double omlet, bread, butter, sauce and Jam was consumed with tea for the final time. We all packed our luggage and went to visit Baga beach for the last time. As usual the beach was welcoming us with its beautiful atmosphere and was urging us to return back. With heavy hearts we snapped Baga beach again. The ocean water, that mountain, those shacks were seen for the last time of our trip. That really was an emotional moment. In about 30 minutes we came back to guest house. We thanked Philip Fernandes for being such a kind hearted person. Also thanked Lahu for helping us throughout. Picking up our luggage we set towards Mapusa for shopping.

Mapusa market is famous for the Goan special items. From clothes to Cashews to wine, all can be purchased here. Immediately we turned towards a liquor shop. Each one except Kailash purchased wine. Suddenly my cell rang. It was Manish’s call. What a time he called. He immediately ordered Amol to buy some bottles for him as well. Amol, the follower of Manish did oblige him. Later we purchased cashews. There doesn’t seem to be much difference in the rates of cashews in Mumbai and Goa. With all the shopping done we set to visit the temples of Goa. Today was the reserved day to beg for blessings from the almighty and to thank him for all the pleasures we had. On our way I received a call from Asmita. I briefly shared the enjoyment we had here. She was sad to miss it all.

First we visited a Tirupati Balaji temple. The temple is located in a lonely place. The atmosphere around the temple is very quite. Also the garden is kept clean and tidy. Next to it is the Ganesh Mandir. A tomb stands in front of this beautiful temple. We captured the images and later set ourselves to Mangueshi temple. The famous singer Lata Mangeshkar comes from the same village. Again this temple has a huge structure. A big tomb at the entrance adds to the beauty. Later we moved to Mahalsa temple. The temple has a look of ancient times. The interiors have been designed skillfully. There exists a hall bordering the temple on one side. And on the other side it has living rooms for the devotees. Our next stop was to impart blessings of Maharudra Ganesh. This temple has a clean garden surrounding it. From here we visited the temple of Nageshi. The structure of the temple is huge. Also a pond is made in the campus. After taking blessings Dhawal snapped the temple from various angles. Next we moved to Ramnath temple. This temple has the biggest structure amongst all. Alike Mahalsa temple here exists a hall and living rooms for the devotees. After taking blessing we moved to Mahalaxmi temple. This temple also has a huge structure with a beautiful surrounding garden. Dhawal again snapped the temple and garden from various angles. From Mahalaxmi temple we went to Shanta Durga temple. This temple is one of the most famous temples in Goa. The structure is beautifully designed. Capturing the images we moved forward. Over a quick lunch we visited Sai Baba temple. From here we set to our last destination of Goa, Madgaon railway station.

On our way to the station we witnessed the Sky bus project undertaken by the Goan Government. Currently the project is stopped. Only the huge pillars are standing. On reaching the station we were surprised to see the huge structure and the cleanliness of the railway station. Every thing including the parking lot was perfectly planned. No surprise that the station has received ISO 9000 certification. For a moment I thought of visiting a foreign railway station or like visiting an Airport. The trains schedule was displayed at a prompt place. The inquiry counter also can be found easily. Toilets here can be used only on paying.

Here we left our companion Anand. We were thankful to him for showing us every part of Goa. It was a great time in his company. Further on inquiry at the counter we came to know that our train, Matsyagandha express will arrive at 9:00 pm. We had nearly about 5 hours in our hand. Waiting on the platform was not a good idea. Amol came up with an idea of visiting the nearby Colva beach. Instantly everyone saw an opportunity of visiting the beach for the last time. We kept our entire luggage in the railway cloak room and set outside to reach Colva beach. Outside the railway station we caught a local bus for Madgaon. From here we hired a taxi to Colva. In about 20 minutes we reached Colva beach. Although on Monday we had visited Colva once. But that was during afternoon. On Wednesday it was evening. The sun was just about to set when we reached. Dhawal immediately pulled out his camera and took some memorable photos. We made ourselves relaxed on the talcum powder like soft sand. Later in one of the shack all enjoyed a glass of wine for the last time. We were having a great time at the end of our tour. Unexpected Colva beach trip was a blessing in disguise for all.

At about 7:30 we left Colva beach to reach Madgaon Railway station. Reaching here we took some snaps and had a breakfast. Also we took some biscuits for the night journey. Sharp at night the Matsyagandha express arrived. We settled in quickly and ordered for dinner to pantry. Everyone happily consumed the food. Later we discussed about the sweet memories of the tour. All felt like the tour will never finish. But we had to face the reality. Soon all fall asleep into the shivering cold of kokan. Everyone got up next day near Panvel at about 4:30 am. We were destined for Thane. On reaching Thane Kailash took the next local train to Mulund. Sagar took an auto to Vikroli and me, Amol and Dhawal took an auto directly to our home.

Last six days went in no time. We wished we could have stayed longer for a couple of days more. Later in the evening I, Dhawal and Amol meet on our ground. We shared our memories with rest of our friends. Sagar and Dhawal prepared certain lines on our tour. Those were sms’ed to all. We all five of us talked to each other. That evening we really were missing Baga. That small Goan town was calling us big time. It is always better to come back with sweet memories. We had treasured a lifetime in Baga. The beautiful coast, the adjacent small hill, the shacks, the lighting, the cakes, the wines and the delicious sea food was badly missed on the Thursday evening.

Baga ka beach, Shikeri ka banana,
Yaroon ki mehfil ko wine ka bahana,
Chamakta sitara, leherata kinara,
Memorable rahega Goa trip hamara.
- Sagar

Francis ka butter ho, Baga pe dinner ho,
Kunal ki aavad ho, Ya phir banana ride ho,
Tito’s ki gunj ho, Wine ki dhund ho,
Kash ye Goa tour bar bar ho.
- Dhawal

To dear Manish
Tuze miss kiya:
Banana ke ride mein aur para-saling ke glide mein
King fish ke curry mein aur Dolphin ke ferry mein
Wine ke sip mein aur samandar ke dip mein
Dil Chahata hai ke keley pe aur haseena maan jayegi ke teley pe
Nagarcoil mail mein aur Aguada jail mein
Driver ke joke mein aur Calangute ke cake mein
Sitaron se bhare aasman mein aur phoolon se bhare baagan mein
Amol ke dance mein aur KT ke stance mein
Goa ke galiyon mein aur dil ke geharaiyo mein
- Kunal