preface

This is a work based on facts and fiction with right amount of masala added at important junctions.readers are advised to judge all the situations at their own discretion.
I am sure that every one who is reading this blog must have been to goa(>1) or at least made a plan for the same .. after getting drunk .. naah i have not been paid by goa tourism nor is this an essay which we all have written in our 5th standard (write an essay on "your favorite tourist destination"..word limit 250 words )..this was d goa trip in which the three basic B's of goa( booze beaches and babes) were in the back drop..rather the common elements of a hindi movies..drama, love@ exotic locations, dancing in sea water ,thrilling car chases and Casiono Royale(james bond ishtyle) were more visible .
..so we were (seven + 3) people on CST station @ 10 pm ...traveling in a sleeper class is always a matter of great concern and dignity for few rich fucks and quite a few fake Richie Richie...btw said and done we were on train with luggage ready to take off and then.....

DAY 0(CFA level 1)

we had 10 seats in continuation.. 7 people were sitting together. there were 3 people on the other side of the coupe..surprise element was Mr. B , jo ki do saal tak hazaro galiya laat and taane khane ke baad AB baby ke kehne pe 2 kg dhokla kandivali namak village se station tak le ke aya ...every1 was happily enjoying those yummy dhoklas ( including his arch rival) and was enough for 11 of us..but (1+2) people were missing.. 2 of them used to go missing in phases..like when 1 was onsite, other was in off state with us and vice verse..but between all this On/OFF.. 1 guy was busy writing CFA level 1 exam in solace with full dedication..he was looking tense with his lips dropped and hands not on his android phone,,,,the 2 visiting faculties were going turn by turn 2 entertain him..but no result.!!! i finally got enlightened that y is CFA so popular amongst v budding managers.. if somebody is getting so much love, affection and "cute" pampering in level 1.. God only knows what will be the rewards by the time you clear all the three levels..so while the 7 people on the other side of the town were busy cracking jokes and enjoying dhoklas,the people on the other side were writing CFA and receiving all jadu ki jhappis.... anyws.. soon we all were dead..and yea slowly slowly ....MAhol ban raha tha bhai11i!!!

DAY 1

" UTHO Bhai...madgaon 10 min mai a raha hai.. uthooooo sara luggage uthana hai..train choot jaiege "............i heard these words in a worried female voice and i thought,,..how cm konkan railways is on time..when i used to travel on this route couple of years ago...train running late by 2 hours was a welcome news..really..India is shining ..long live democracy...
but the moment i peeped outside the window,,i got confused,,,coz the flora and fauna which i saw was very different from what u generally see in goa ..i looked @my watch and asked people around me..are we there....NO was a smiling reply....coz the female announcer who announced the arrival of station had grossly misjudged the response what she got from an unknown person..btw said and done..all were awake and yea...it was nice to feel cool breeze and see thick fog outside the window,,,there were few management trainees sitting next to window trying to open the window and put their hand outside the train...but sadly their manager was sitting right next to them..and a loud NOOOO just trashed all their dreams..people who missed the dhokla party yesterday night were also there..they were smiling...lagta hai unka CFA level 1 exam acha gaya...so even i was happy for them with them...so yea few jokes and we reached magdaon..finally
got down.. as expected chaos about taxi/tempo traveler / qualis/ toyota and all blah blah happened,,but finally all went in a tempo traveler...as 1 united happy family ,..after an hour drive we reached a narrow lane between 2 famous landmarks we were given..girls ke chehre utar gaye thee...the team who booked the place was worried like CWG venue management team..evry1 freaked out..except driver...but yea us gali ke andar ek bhavya mahal tha....junta khsuh thee. ki kata nahi kise ka..ghar mai swimming pool bhi tha ( although namesake )..every 1 roamed in the house...picked up their favorite rooms and room positions ..legal couples had the last laugh .. couples in twisted love stories had to suffer...1 sided lovers were as usual sad....and lukkhe ladke.....haha..cheers!
v got ready...had nice tea and bread/omelet... gujju people fucked their bread with cheese, cheese spread , butter and ghee,,,,maximizing ROI is applicable in goa also..i learnt that....
we guys had 2 wagon R for the day..coz our very own transporter 4 was coming @ 6pm we can mange our driving issues with it ..so finally after few people finished washing their faces for n number of times we left ..we went 2 bagah and calngutte ..which is like if u come 2 mumbai..u first go 2 leopold cafe..these 2 beaches were heavily crowded..even in this heat i could c desi dudes wearing hood wala jackets and roaming on pulars..yea i saw scantly dressed foreigners too..anyws we took a shack.. and rested with kings..normal state wise discussions were on...public gyan historical bakar and life style statements were pouring from all the sides..at 5 we decided 4 people should leave for airport...rest can go to anjuna...so after all P&C...taking into consideration all love and hate relationships...me with a couple and the most eligible bachelor of simsr left.....
flight was on time...we reached airport..saw transporter ..he took the charge of flight and made me his copilot..and vroommm....we were flying @ 1.2 mach speed..
we reached anjuna..but due to over-smart use of google maps through android phones, the other group reached on the other extreme of the beach ....we decided to have dinner separately...and it felt like heaven.we could actually feel the first particle of food passing through our food pipe after hours....we left for home arnd 11....the group reunion happened at brittos..i checked out the camera only to find that the memory was full...facebook lover gang had clicked all possible poses with all possible objects they could have found on the beach....me with red, me with blue, me with jhadi, me and my mummy & with rock..all could be seen....there was also a discussion abt island trip with desserts...but nothing fruitful...we left for home..and after struggling to find the right narrow lane we reached out house..ghar aise saja ke rakha tha jaise barat le ke hum aie hai..btw said and done..it was looking b'ful..
after chit chat and plans for next day..by 3/4..every 1 crashed...

Scary visitors

The day started off with a bright sun,girnar tea, well made omelet, toast slightly crunchy, right amount of butter and served with high amount of affection. we left for Bonn Jesus church. the drive to old goa was awesome. we were 4 people in wagon r and reaming seven were in Scorpio. Transporter 4 took off the flight but later at a pit stop i saw a lady in charge. SO yea i felt relaxed that okies..this race m definitely winning . while passing GIM on the way i thanked God for getting me admitted to simsr..warna bhagvan hi malik hai..GIM ki location dekh ke sabke muh se yahe nikala..how people complete their PGDM here..anyws we reached Church. we had a local guide out there. and yea ofcrs professor indiana jones are always wd us. It was a nice stroll. sequim beach was our next destination. had a nice time der with beer & banana ride (which was 100 times better than wt we did @ bagah) and yea..nice food.. we left for chapora den(aka DCH point).we marched our way to the point. people were getting impatient to know the secret of pahadi. and yea mujhe finally apne muh se pahadi ka secret batana pada and jaise hi i uttered the secret,,,woshhh.....aisa laga mano 100000kv ki lightning asman pe baithe bhagvan ne seedhe mere upar kar di hai...pahadi ke supporters ki ankho mai mere khoon ki pyas saaf dikhai de rahe thee..i realized its high time i use my tried and tested formula ....KAT LO...:P
we got a call from jj that he would be joining us..professor guided him to vagator..we all started walking toward our car..all were bloody sloshed...dheela was bare footed and i was worried for him the most....with the help of some local person we were able to finally find our way out of the bhool bhulaiya ...we reached vagator...waha pe dalai lama samuha ka sanskritik program chal raha tha..met demon there....girls got so excited seeing him that all got bloody sloshed subsequently....we left for dinner...i was normal and felt the agony of being a sober guy amongst dozen drunkards...we went @ thai dinner place were all of us ordered Indian food...and yea got my learning of the day..how easy it is 2 handle drunk guys as compared to drunk girls.....
after dinner we reached home.. we already had planned the trip to an island next day..since we gotta reach sequim beach @ 8 am,,,every body decided to crash..i went for sleep@ 2 am.... got up @ 3 am..after hearing some abnormal noises...i went outside the room to find transporter and lady in command chit chatting..i thought everything is normal..i came back 2 room and crashed again...after 30 mints..i realized somebody pulling my bed sheet..and yea...that was the point i got screwed...all the side effects of listening and telling ghost stories, scary movies, paranormal activities, UFO shit all got out in 1 loud shout...and after that shout,, there was a deep silence......silence of death.,.... silence of the lambs...

Shutter island and Casino Royale

I was the first one to get up in the morning. As i came out of ma room...i saw a familiar personality, which all of us in the group respect the most, sleeping with style on the round bed...and i understood last nights scary act within seconds...i felt like strangling him right now..btw i discarded my crazy thoughts for the moment and kicked all the doors..people were making all sorts of sounds from where ever possible to enact my scary act of last night..i as usual ignored all of this and got ready..we reached sequim beach @ 9 am... now we were 13 people....after getting all our supplies ..we left for the journey..all were shouting dancing and getting high...and the boatman was having a wicked smile....within minutes i understood the reason behind that smile...the trip was of 1.5 hrs..and sea was terribly rough...within 20 minutes 80% people were in semi sleep state..trying their best..not 2 puke...but @ the same time demon was laughing..he was increasing his count of beers and with each count his laughs were becoming louder and louder..so while he was playing like sachin..all others behaved like indian cricket team's middle order ....all gave up beer and started puking.. we saw a black rock. after 1.5 hours...boatman showed us middle finger and said.. ye kala pathar chattan hai and samne jo beach dikh raha hai..wohi island hai..but nobdy was in a mood to argue or confront him..all the promises of scuba diving, kaho na pyar hai types clean beach and white stand ..all were forgotten...all were scared of the thought that how will we reach back...how will we survive the return trip..
but jaise hi we stepped on the beach.....hawa ne apna rukh badal diya.....pareshani ki lakeere jin chehro pe thee waha ab teenage love ki rekahiye daud rahe thee.... love was ine air..everywhere...few became mermaid and adam...few became columbus and tapu pe baithe haseena..and few......kaho na pyar hai couple...amidst all these..demon was laughing..he was running around the beach..drinking...foreign girls were giggling and cheering for him..unka bharat ana safal ho gaya tha..coz ye bharat ek khoz ka live telecast tha..anekta mai ekta dikh rahee thee..kahe teenage love ,kahi do dooni char wala pyar , kahe youngistan ki hasee and kahee mughle azam in east man colour...
anyws my head was still rock n roll..so i was lying down and enjoying this show..went for a dip..felt refreshing...there was positive energy everywhere...the boatman gave a nice buffet lunch.....demon stuffed himself despite repeated warnings from professor..he was nearly dead when we were leaving @ 3pm..and yea..what happened after 20 minutes was a predictable disaster ...
by god's grace we reached goa back...during the trip people were enlightened by High sea sales and barter system trading...
we came back 2 house...every 1 was excited about India/ SA match..which @ that time was totally in India's control. i slept fr sometime and got ready 2 leave for....Casino royale(nt with eva green)...chicken legs and I left for panjim..remaining junta left for riveria...and girls for Tp/Shopping....frankenstein went wd girls....were he got nick named as draupad...he was with 5 girls,,who thoroughly took advantage of his DECENCY.. transporter had a nice bet at riveria,,but he was worried most of the time about manager/management trainee and frankenstein...
me and chicken legs..had a stunning experience...i was feeling like daniel craig and wanted to do a sea diving stunt from deck..but morning's fucked up experience prevented me from doing that...had a paisa vassol time and returned back @ 4....professor pahadi and transporter were awake....c mama, manager, acchi baby were also awake....we all chit chatted and all were dead by 5.......

death race

v all got up late..every 1 was sad...since this was d last day in goa..all were cribbing about hectic journey and wanted to lie down and chilax....anyws we left @ 1...all the guys were in scorpio and girls in wagon R. both the sides wanted their "me time"..it was difficult to convince lover boys to spend few hours with guys but due to social compulsion with sad faces they agreed.. what followed after that ..haha.. rash driving, bottles getting empty within minutes, loud shouting,singing and every 1 pulling out his shot gun and firing aimlessly....
reunion of men and women happened @ arambol beach... we had tattoos..some had massage and others were busy splashing in water....couple of them were still writing CFA.
and than came the most exciting moment of the day..we left the beach @ 6:30 pm..transporter took charge of wagon R and frankenstein took charge of scorpio...and than started ..the death race......narrow roads with sharp turns. people dogs and blonds crossing roads without any warning..the decibel level in both the cars was high enough.. frankenstein was ahead initially...transporter looked from the rear mirror at the facial expression of people sitting on the back seat..and woshhhhhhhhhhhh..there he goes.....pe pe pe pii pi pi.......steering was rolling faster than seconds hand...tires were spinning faster than my thoughts and the distance between frankenstein and transporter was narrowing....cheer girls were cheering from both sides of the road.. it was electrifying atmosphere..and woshh..transporter took a lead.....although he overtook from wrong side with honks....i will finish this discussion by saying...everything is fair in race and war...
we reached home ......now from this point we guys splitted in group of 8 and 5... 8 of us left for dinner @ anjuna...remaing 5 went 2 drop paru....pahadi wanted to do research on love Aaj kal's dialouge..."JAANE SE PEHLE EK AKHREE BAAR milna jaroori kyo hota hai..."...i m sure he was imagining himself as rishi kapoor jumping hurdles on station and running desperately amidst of train sirens towards netravati express..
anyws we reached anjuna...had d best dinner of the trip..in between came 1 ph cal and 1 msg
ph#1:dude, v guys will go late.can u please order for me some nice goan fish and goan chicken curry masala..m in a mood of having goan food today with typical goan flavor...slightly roasted.. nicely cooked..and the rice should be basmati with that nice fragrance...and c if u can parcel some nice sambhar also for me
reply ph#1: sheri sheri

msg #1:can u please parcel smthng for me from subway
reply: ok babes..dnt wrry..obviously i will..u dnt even need 2 use the word please..i will definitely get it for u..i will reach there and give u a call..u just tell me what all sauces u want..tc baby..drive safe..dnt wrry abt food,,,

anyws we guys left.transporter used all his driving skills and we managed to reach bagah on time.,,,transporter packed stuff from subway..mark was calling us repeatedly...we hurried back to house..that bikhmanga was already in the house ...we started packing our stuff...pahadi was eating food with a small baby massaging his head...mark was shouting & blabbering ..it was total chaos...we packed our stuff and cam out..in between mark's gay frn came out and started shouting too..but anyws we handled it and got into our vehicle..pahadi had to leave his dinner because of some unavoidable circumstances
on the way we returned cars to Washington...i heard people saying that there was a death race 2 in this short journey..but since i m a man of high values and comment onlyon ankho dekha haal..so yea no comments
we reached station..all were waiting for train...sm 1 was writing cfa level 4.. he was lucky boi mannn..he was getting all possible consolations from babies and cute people around him.
we got the train and after a small session of leg pulling ..all were dead..every 1 told khush, not to wake them up untill 12...the most eligible bachelor climbed on the top birth and decided to maximize his ROi..
soon all were snoring..

Jump at vidyavihar

i got up @ 11 am..saw all were awake..some were drinking tea..some were listening to ipods..saw a girl reciting bible to a guy who just passed cfa level 4..i also saw a guy trying to cheer up the bible girl with his Pjs....anyws it was bright morning..all could see bombay's busy jam-packed local stations....gujju got down @ thane..coz usee Ac bus pakadke ghar jana tha..,, he made a promise that wo time pass karne jaldi aiega holi pe..train as anticipated slowed down @ vidyavihar and every 1 was ready for sky diving..and we all jumped...
i caught an auto...i could feel some sand on my legs..in my pocket..in my bag...i could see smiling faces hugging each other helping each other climb rickshaw.....i looked @ a small calender in the auto..it was showing 21 months of these leg pulling, love & care, tough times, happy times, togetherness and bonding..bonds which are stronger than ionic bonds..i also heard some 1 saying that only 21 days are left for convo....after that all mummy daddy, ashuiqs, lover boys, mummy dearest, pahadis, sarpanch,babas, paro and panchis, babes and baby will be dispersed...
auto was heading towards simsr..and i could c time flying away from simsr...i wish i could stop this time.. reverse it....and put the clock back on the date 15 june 2009...
i wish i could....