when an absolutely planned trip goes unplanned....
Goa!
It all started in 2006. When we began to plan out a trip to simla. goa was echoed by all - we all wanted to visit this beach country but..who in the hell had the money! :( so the plan got dropped and instead we had a simply unforgettable trip to simla. spent some 145 Rs to reach there and came back in just 137! :P
come Dec 2009. atul has already resigned. resignation on my mind too. and along with that is the thing called Goa. with no job in hand, and a wealth of free time, i just couldn't resist that this was the best time to go for it. money i had. though not plenty, but i could manage. now i just needed some friends. and thankfully bros gaurav and nipun agreed. the plan was set. tickets bought! :) and off we went. 21st jan. my first air journey to bombay (exhilarating) and then a train to goa.
day1. get a simply amazing room in a super 4-5 star hotel for free :D yes! hire the best and the newest bikes in town. yes! and the road is ours :) hit anjuna for a beach party. bagpipers and lots of girls! eat drink and be merry. in the mean-time get to know that i have cleared a very important exam. the night has just begun dudes! then i see the most beautiful scene ever. the beach is quiet and lonely. and there is a full moon on the horizon with its reflection in the waters. wow! its 12 am and we sit by the shadows and..just sit!
day2. wake up. we are late! had to return the bikes, shit! reach the store. have a fight. bikeless :( fucking wander all over goa to get those machines and just cant get any. man, is everyone in goa!! 3 pm. still bikeless. another fight! fuck! finally take a cab to a beach. realise its the worst beach! leave. reach the shores and decide to take a cruise. man, is our day finally looking up? nope. of all the cruises available, we take the most shitty one. and it happens to be the costliest, not to speak, the longest one. wow! it ends and i have had enough! i want to go home, mummy!! so we take another cab and start for our room. but wait. we have a gambler with us and a casino just passed by. so what do we do..? boy we turn around. and enter. (yes i had to be cajoled!). gaurav starts the betting. and we follow suit. i look at the watch. its 12. is the worst day over yet?? after 3 hrs, and a lot of carefully and probabilistically planned bets, we are collectively richer by 50%. :P with a hood behind us. the fucker thinks that he is losing cz of us and wants to know our strategy!! man we are scared like hell. run out of the hotel and somehow reach our rooms. euphoria! we're rich :)
day3. wake up sid! get the bikes finally. go to the beach and play some :) if you start loving the waters, they start loving you too! and boy its really hard to look away from all the 'scantily clad' foreigners on the beach!! sports over, head to baga. and man do we have an atmosphere there. its partyyyyy. everwhere. and everywhere you look its a couple you find. i mean everysinglewhere. :( yo and thats wen my head goes wtf! to top that we have a hookah. the best or the worst one ever. it takes you to 7th heaven to ground to again heaven to again ground..!! i'm yet to find out what they put in it there. now, we could go to a disc and dance? but no, not with nipun and gaurav. these dogs will go to a casino but not to a disc in goa! and my night is ruined badly. i'm missing my gf and this was the best chance i had of going to a disc and i was unable to!! god knows what we eat or drink. but the last thing i remember is to be woken up on the beach. i had fallen asleep!
day4. wake up. now what?! seen the beaches. done the sports. now what? no idea, so we hit the swimming pool at the hotel. come down, change and checkout. keep our baggage at the store and take our bikes to the DCH fort. beautiful journey, amazingly beautiful place. take bikes back to calungate, another worst beach. start to leave and then find out about the hip club 9. turn around and reach vagatore. and i get to visit the best party club i have ever been to. super rocking music and an amazing dance floor. all open air. all beside the wonderful beach and a sexy sunset. but camers not allowed :P we leave just in time for returning the bikes. but fate has something else in store! the beautiful goan roads, which took us to the beaches and the forests, take me in front of a 10 ton 4 wheeler mass of metal! i meet with an accident, while overtaking a bus. cz i am late to realise that when i had overtaken the one in front of me, there was another one coming right at me from the front in the other lane! my defective bike saves me. how? it throws me on the road and sacrifises itself inside the frontal bus' front :P what happened next..later
first, let me take you through this step by step. why did it happen. could i have been saved? 1. unfortunately i am the one who remembered the way back so i had to lead. had someone else lead, i would've been saved. 2. gaurav wanted some shot (well it was due) and we stopped on the way. had we not stopped, the bus wouldn't have been in front of us to overtake. 3. gaurav wanted some shot on the way and we stopped twice. and i lost these mfs cz while i did, these two didn't remember we had to stop twice!! had that time been saved, the bus wouldnt have been in front of me. 4. i shouldnt have tried the stupid stunt :P
still, with only 25% of my fault in the accident, i get all the thrashing from them. i am saved but the bike's damaged. and with an experience of the kind of assholes goans are, we are paniced as hell. the bike damage cost would be exaggerated by the owner, we are sure. with noone to help us out (it was 9) we decide to fight among ourselves :P somehow common sense prevails and we return the bikes with minimal cost (cz owner is drunk!). shopping, dettol, and excruciating pain! we catch our train from goa to bombay.
day5. we leave goa and reach bombay. put our baggage and visit some places - gateway of india and marine drive. and i realise in that short trip that people in bombay are nice and helpful. night falls. gaurav leaves for gujrat and we come back to airport for our flight back. but, its not so easy is it? delhi has fog and we spend the night at the airport!
day6. finally, we get the flight. i pass out in plane and we reach delhi in time only to find out my foot is fractured!
goa finally over!
so what does this whole anecdote teach you? i'll tell you what. if you're a bunch of guys and you still havent visited goa....guys get the fucking tickets!!!
