Taking a tour along with friends is always a realizable dream for every one of us. If the tour happens to a far off place with the language barrier blocks our decision, we always a wee bit hesitant to venture into it. When our team discussed to undertake an adventure the first name came to us is Goa.
Sandy beaches, fenny of different varieties, chilled beer, photogenic spots, all adds color to our dreams and the venue was finalized at the team meeting and our search for travel maps started. A group of five bachelors with not so great disposable income at our packets it is indeed a huge task at that point of time early 90's. Moreover getting permission from our home is next to impossible.
Human mind is a strange thing. When it decides on a topic and has a passion towards achieving it, it never stops at anything. As the fabulous four took all round efforts to convince the family of the fifth one in turns and got a go ahead from all the family the schedule date was fixed. The group decided to take a route which is so familiar to us and with a condition that total tour programme should not exceed more than a week. We started on a transport corporation bus to Bangalore from Erode and reached the Bangalore city in the wee hours of a Sunday. Our search for a connect travel to goa begins so early and our goods are deposited in a cloak room at the bus stand. We were all shocked to a revelation that no buses to goa in the morning hours and the first of the trip starts at 8 in the night and it takes 13 to 14 hours by bus to reach Panjim or panaji the capital city.
It is only the first day of our trip and we started counting the cash with us all and we are doing it for the fifth time since start. We were left with no other option but to rent a room in a nearby place. A day spent at Bangalore with room and refreshments definitely will cost a lot but we were left with no choice. The more we look for cheaper the dearer it became. Around 10 am we were settled at Nanjundappa lodge which is the only lodge matched our financial portfolio and blood stained, (reason unknown) mattress with creaky cot, moderately cleaned toilet ( no latches and hot water ) where one has to sing compulsorily or else never should worry about other seeing their private parts.
As like any other day I have a peculiar habit of prefer a movie over a lovely sleep I wish to explore the nearby theatre for a movie. While 3 backed out favouring sleep against movie myself and a likeminded lunatic for cinema went to a aamirkhan movie and came back. We skipped breakfast (no dieting but saving it for tomorrow) but finances never controlled the cigarette expenses. We bought the bus ticket to goa on our return had our lunch and slept half heartily as the fan never seems to be enough even to cover ones toes leave alone the whole body. We boarded the bus after a light dinner fearing unnecessary acidity or indigestive problems, which is a hazard both to us and the rest of the people traveling with us.
The bus reached Londa in the morning and stopped for a coffee and toilet break. It is indeed a greatest sight to watch the stretch of the high way from londa and the stretch seemed endless and there our cameras are out. A yashica with a flash is a pride possession and the owner of the camera always felt on top of everyone till it is in his hands. But the irony is he can’t have it all the time and enjoy others fun as seeing ourselves in photographs still gives us an unadulterated pleasure. The luxury bus become a town bus from londa as the local travelers boarded the bus and sat at the moving space between the seats. As I had occupied a window seat my friend who is at the aisle has to act as a chair for a kid till the bus reaches Panaji. He has constantly enquired about the toilet habits of the kid which by now started developing a fondness to my friend and started sleeping on his chest. When I check with the kid once on whose chair he is sitting he promptly replied ‘PAPA” much to the displeasure of my friend.
We got down at Panaji bus stand and an excellent chilled weather welcomed with stray winds and we expected a rain fall any time as it started drizzling. We are completely off guard at goa as we have only one who can speak a passable hindi others could understand the language but could not converse. Even his passable hindi failed him when the replies came in Konkani the local language in some of the lodges. After scouring so many lodges we settled with LA VISTA lodge in the main area which even matched our budgets. It is a nice place indeed for the amount they collected. The only condition for the occupants is they should reach the hotel before 9 pm after that even the main door was closed.
Our first visit at Goa is for a feny shop nearby where the wide range of drinks displayed with price tags. Of the five one is a tee totaller, 2 are only beers, 2 are adventurers. After two to three rounds of drinking binge we have finalized our tour plan at the bar itself because we were able to get connections and cab booking from the bar tender. I have almost forgotten to tell you the main pusher for goa is a movie named PUDHU PUDHU ARTHTHANGAL and the coconut tree filled vagator beach.
The ever beautiful calangute beach (queen of beaches), vagator beach a place where beers are sold in bamboo baskets like groundnuts in madras marina, dona paula, churches, margoa port trust, and our place of great interest is the city beach at Miramar. Miramar doest not look like a sea but an expansive swimming pool. We can even walk up to half a kilometer in the water and we played swissbee. As the waves take a rest at Miramar and they were vociferous in anjuna. But anjuna is famous for some other things like naked swimming, sun bathing, pick up-drop-but no escape kind of activities and no wonder we eyed anjuna and spent a considerable time there.
Seeing women topless and naked give us goose pimples and a shot down our crotch. But men are altogether a different thing. Though the men we saw there doesn’t possess something which we do not have. Whenever we go near a mans bum or other side of it we stepped up our walk to the nearest breast view ( it is a side angled view of the top ) and the view finders of our eyes roaming lustily and hungrily on any white skin, spotless, shining, giving no room for imagination, controlling ones manhood is a big task
After 3 days of all sorts of things a tourist will undertake in a beautiful place like goa like sight seeing, walking around the beaches, have fun at bar, taste the choicest beverages available, photographs are taken aplenty, shopping at the local market and we by chance got a chance to see Mr. Rajiv Gandhi who came to goa for a political meet. No great security over there we could even have shaken his hand at the public meeting at goa but none of us are interested whatsoever as we have to get our return journey back that night.
The return journey is even more memorable as we were placed to sit on a side board on the aisle seat which barely covers a part of our ass and balls and creeks always gives us an edge though the conductor pacified us it will not break up. We never took his words for granted and decided to do it our own way. We have folded the board and lied down in the walking space each ones head between legs of the person lying ahead. The eleven hour journey to belgaum is a real nightmare. From there we boarded a bus to Bangalore and reached in the morning. Since our return journey was reserved only at the night the first thing we have looked is for a developing studio and given the film rolls for printing as all of us eager to see the photographs of one of the most memorable journey till that date.
One day extended at goa, or one night extended at Bangalore, might have presented all of us an opportunity to beg, borrow or steal as our resources were fully drained out when we boarded our return journey at Bangalore and the leftovers only could take care of our sundries till we reached our home town. The reason being two days after we have seen him flesh and blood we have seen Mr. rajiv Gandhi again only as flesh and blood. Yes we have seen him two days prior and he was killed, assassinated, murdered two days later at Sriperumpudur. After so many years till now when we friends discussed about our go a trip to goa this gives us creeps.
All of our pleasant environment at goa and pleasure feelings get wiped off by this massive massacre during our maiden visit to goa and to till date a truly unforgettable one.
The team members are Mathusuthanan, Prabhakar, Kumar alias sekar, Ganesh and Sampath.
1 comment:
hi madhu
I read your post about the demise of your beloved father it was almost like having a fag for the first time or falling in love for the first time. The intoxication lasts for a life time. True like that it tempted to read your post about goa trip, me and my friends were having a round of our peg at the time when Rajiv Gandhi departed to heavenly abode, the veune was inside a bus parked in the garage, we too were five like your partners for the goan trip. The blunt comments about seeing a topless figure just makes me feel that all human beings are same in case of emotional outbursts and you dont have to feel ashamed when u see such a sight.
Post a Comment