The countdown has begun... to the 27th of June, when my elder brother, sis-in-law and my two darling nephews are coming down from USA... after almost 6 long years. I haven't yet seen one of my nephew and they haven't yet seen Nitika (my better half). Omigawd, what a union this will be... i am gonna forget everything in this bloody world for 2 whole weeks and take off for dear ol' Cal., doesnt really matter what i am in the middle of... but i will just leave evrything and go! And yes, we plan to paint the town red & considering that bro's elder son (all of 6yr old) is a big time foodie, we r gonna go on a gourmet ride thru park street, esplanade, and the works... peter cat, moulin rouge, nizaam's, crystal chopstix, arsalaan, shiraaz, nothing and nobody will be spared by our lashing tongues during those 2 weeks. But the most important point is: for once, the bigger intricacies of life will be overshadowed by the little joys of it, and that makes me "oh! so happy"
Will come back to post all details of what our salivating tongues lapped up in our gourmet ride of Cal... and the little joys that we discovered by the roadside in our 2 week journey :) till then, khuda haafiz!
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Sunday, February 17, 2008
The Goa monsoon
I have never been quite fond of the infamous 'Fenny'... till i tasted the more uncommon Cashew fenny margarita! ohhhh... served with a bucket full of crushed ice, mint leaves and a dash of some sweet syrup... and its as close to heaven as you can possibly go in the land of GOA, the land of hippies, wierd no-logic techno-trance music, yummy cheap coastal seafood, the most curvacious females of the world, and a plethora of beaches right from those nestled in private/desolate coves to those thronging with tourists...!!!
But the point is (which most miss out on sadly) Goa is a lot more than all these frivolous things... it is about PEACE in a rain swept, storm ravaged land of unending beaches during the glorious INDIAN MONSOON (not to mention, u get hotel accomodation at the click of ur fingers and room charges that leave u more than enuff to feast on King's beer and golden fried kalamari for the rest of ur life!) My one visit during Aug.2006 made me sit back, watching those lashing rains on Baga beach and wonder - what is it that keeps people away from Goa in monsoon? The answer (sadly) was - the absence of shacks and in turn dancing till the wee hours of the night, which is to say, a typical commercial mumbai-driven night-life.
But is Goa all about drinking, dancing and smokin' up..? Or is it about a higher state of being, where one can run away from the maddening urban menace and nestle in a state that lives on its own and isn't affected by what's happening to the entire world around it? Is it about the cheap half-priced alcohol, the wild rave parties and daily shack parties, the cheap tattoo parlours, t-shirts with psychedelic designs, and the illegal substances that r readily available if u r willing to shell out a few grands of hard cash..??? If u ask me, NO. Goa is about the people, the food. Goa is about lying on the beach at night with a King's in hand, looking up at the clear sky and counting stars. Goa is about being leonardo di caprio on the tip of Titanic, spreading ur arms wide open on the empty Baga beach with lashing rains, and taking on the sensation of a thousand needles piercing ur being every fraction of a second. Goa is about sitting on top of Fort Aguada, well after all the tourists have left and u r all alone with the remnants of a history that is scarred yet so beautiful. Goa is about port wine picked up from a roadside wine shop and drowning ur sorrow in it, aptly helped by golden fried prawns/kalamari served straight out of the frying pan. And Goa is about bliss, unending bliss where u dont have to worry about paying off ur loans, or meeting deadlines in ur office, or managing ur finance so that u can retire with enuff money to make a 30-day trip to Europe and sleep under the Eiffel Tower with the choicest of white wine in ur right hand and a lovely wife, who's aged gracefully, on ur left!
And the only way to do all this is to visit Goa atleast once during the INDIAN MONSOON... trust me, there is nothing more heavenly than getting wet in the rain in Baga and coming back to sit in Brito's and feast on their enormous seafood platter. U really dont need anything or anyone by ur side (and my wife is gonna take offence to this i know, but thats the hard truth of life, might as well face it now) OR MAYBE U DO, on second thoughts... after all what is life without the people who make it so beautiful? And Goa without beautiful people is like Paris without aged wine, INCOMPLETE!!!
But the point is (which most miss out on sadly) Goa is a lot more than all these frivolous things... it is about PEACE in a rain swept, storm ravaged land of unending beaches during the glorious INDIAN MONSOON (not to mention, u get hotel accomodation at the click of ur fingers and room charges that leave u more than enuff to feast on King's beer and golden fried kalamari for the rest of ur life!) My one visit during Aug.2006 made me sit back, watching those lashing rains on Baga beach and wonder - what is it that keeps people away from Goa in monsoon? The answer (sadly) was - the absence of shacks and in turn dancing till the wee hours of the night, which is to say, a typical commercial mumbai-driven night-life.
But is Goa all about drinking, dancing and smokin' up..? Or is it about a higher state of being, where one can run away from the maddening urban menace and nestle in a state that lives on its own and isn't affected by what's happening to the entire world around it? Is it about the cheap half-priced alcohol, the wild rave parties and daily shack parties, the cheap tattoo parlours, t-shirts with psychedelic designs, and the illegal substances that r readily available if u r willing to shell out a few grands of hard cash..??? If u ask me, NO. Goa is about the people, the food. Goa is about lying on the beach at night with a King's in hand, looking up at the clear sky and counting stars. Goa is about being leonardo di caprio on the tip of Titanic, spreading ur arms wide open on the empty Baga beach with lashing rains, and taking on the sensation of a thousand needles piercing ur being every fraction of a second. Goa is about sitting on top of Fort Aguada, well after all the tourists have left and u r all alone with the remnants of a history that is scarred yet so beautiful. Goa is about port wine picked up from a roadside wine shop and drowning ur sorrow in it, aptly helped by golden fried prawns/kalamari served straight out of the frying pan. And Goa is about bliss, unending bliss where u dont have to worry about paying off ur loans, or meeting deadlines in ur office, or managing ur finance so that u can retire with enuff money to make a 30-day trip to Europe and sleep under the Eiffel Tower with the choicest of white wine in ur right hand and a lovely wife, who's aged gracefully, on ur left!
And the only way to do all this is to visit Goa atleast once during the INDIAN MONSOON... trust me, there is nothing more heavenly than getting wet in the rain in Baga and coming back to sit in Brito's and feast on their enormous seafood platter. U really dont need anything or anyone by ur side (and my wife is gonna take offence to this i know, but thats the hard truth of life, might as well face it now) OR MAYBE U DO, on second thoughts... after all what is life without the people who make it so beautiful? And Goa without beautiful people is like Paris without aged wine, INCOMPLETE!!!
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