Squeezing time between our
business work, mom's schedule and my daughter's school, we managed to get a few
days off to take a chill pill break to Goa.
Over the last 2 decades, I
have made numerous trips to Goa. And each trip has had a different tale and
experience to share. I have also made the trip through every route... by
ship, train, bus, taxi, car, air flight.. and with various companions.
The first trip was with my
room mates after I landed my first job, a rookie reporter with Plus Channel.
The catamaran ride was long and luxurious. Soon after, the services were
discontinued. As we were traveling first class, we were fed and feted all the
way to the shores of Goa's lovely beach.
Seeing Goa for the first time
was an eye opener. Sipping port wine on a moon kissed beach, with just the surf
to keep you company, was soul searching. Solitude, with music of the waves and
twinkling glittering light of the stars is an experience etched in time.
The most taxing time was
covering the New Year celebrations in Goa for NDTV. From the 24th of December
to the 2nd of January, me and my crew would be stationed in Goa covering the
festivities. While the world around us drank and partied, we waited, stone
sober to capture the ambience and get bytes of tipsy people.
I have celebrated all my
biggest occasions here. From my birthdays to my honeymoon, and each trip has
brought out various flavours of Goa. From romancing in the rain, food fiesta as
we discovered the various shacks, the crazy bike rides, shopping at the flea
market, covering a naval plane crash, Goa kept flaunting her beauty.
This trip I discovered the
joys of massage, by the beach side. The criteria for choosing a hotel has
always been a good spa and and a good pool, and this year was no different.
But, a good foot massage as you sip a chilled Breezer, and munch on golden
fried prawns and masala fried squid, is best described as liquid pleasure.
Ummm.. my version of reliving Cleopatra's lifestyle.
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