goa

a good traveler never plans. we wanted to be good travelers. Actually we didn’t want anything. we just wanted to get away from the usual for a while. we didn’t know what we were doing. we knew we had to reach goa. we didn’t know how. we were on a train to bangalore. we didn’t have the slightest clue of how we were going to go to goa , get rooms blah blah, but we knew we would. I was traveling with 3 others. The four of us , with backpacks , ipods and some money. To the world , we were spoilt kids off on a vacation to spend our parents’ money. To us , the world didn’t matter. It was a sort of test for me, I wanted to see how well i could survive with 3 other lunatics and if i survived, it meant I’d be ready to take on the world , which was a bigger bunch of lunatics. It was a trip of self realisation. Yes self realisation. Big word it is. We were caught between adolescence and adulthood , just like man who is caught between his mother and his wife. It was as if we were swimming across a river , and on one bank there was a board saying “adulthood” and on the other bank there was a board saying “adolescence”. But we didn’t know which bank we were swimming to , because writing on the boards were faint. It was 2am , and i was staring at the moon. It was as beautiful as ever and it was floating , like a raisin in a bowl of payasam. And before I knew it , I had spent a day and a fortune in bangalore . I realized the lunatics i was traveling with were imbeciles. The only thing that made us stick together is the fact that we didn’t know what we wanted. We somehow reached panaji. we got a bus to canacon. we hitchhiked to a place where we were supposed to pick a car up. From there it was a 70km drive to panaji. Only after I got into the car, the others tell me they dont know how to drive. So I became the official chauffeur. goa was fun. Goa … the land were ganja and lsd are sold openly. The land were women and masseuses are “sold” like vegetables. Everyone i knew wanted me to go to “baga” beach and “calangute” beach. I did. It was only then I realized why madras is madras. These beaches were worse than the marina beach on a Sunday. Every one square-feet , you’d find a “kewl” person. I spent less than 10 minutes on both the beaches. Then I reached heaven. In goa , it was called “Anjuna” beach. It was just like I pictured it to be. Rocks , water that sparkled like champagne and less than 50 people on the beach and food on the beach. I knew it. If there is a place I’d like to die, it would be here. Die in the arms of mother nature herself. It was only then i realized that what you want , really doesn’t matter. And it was only after i typed this,  i realized that my English sucked. I still dont know how i’m going to write “that SOP”.