Hung In A Bad Place..!

You can tell.

When I write, it is at times keeping in mind that I would certainly like someone to read what has been plastered with enthused generosity. It ends up, more or less, editing a lot of jargon, making it 'reader friendly' and less unassuming. And then I thought I did not care much about other's opinions. But I do not.

New Year's Eve and its preceding 3 days were unearthly. Spent the sun lying down backwards on sand, OD'd on beer, and went scrolling through the state at night. Gokarna was way more marvelous.

We ended day one after arrival doing not much else but sifting through leftovers and preparing for a 6 man bed on an empty beach. It seems pretty drab, unless I include the charming sounds of crashing waves. But then again. It was, till a certain Shane Ratman bumped into us and we did a bed surrounded by 12 candles. With dogs smelling us as we woke up to a virgin beach and an alternating sea, it was splendor. First morning steps involved entering the sea and soaking oneself and setting off on a trek to 'paradise', empty stomach. The trek had its hazards but no one died. We somehow scaled it till 'half moon beach', which was followed by spanning Indian cultural diversity in interacting and then nestling ourselves back to 'paradise' It was alright there. People stoned, not interactive, and everyone in their own world. The shoreline was rust admist the golden sand and we had our fill before a waiting human being coerced me into shifting back to commercialization the same night.

Goa, as spoken short up there, was pretty much unrelenting and be done without, sans the life. What was truly remarkable was getting numbed at midnight and riding up North state to Arambhol beach. And discovering the 'sweet salty' lake. Now a lot of folk have told me since that they have been there and nothing new, but it was quite the adventure. 5 of us treaded through literal boredom and scared nerves as we made our way through empty shacks all spread out in linear fashion on the right of the beach. At the end, we ascended 6 steps that took us into a mountain and the eventuality resulted in sitting alone on a piece of land, surrounded on one side by the vicious sea and on the other by a clean, pure lake and a huge mountain, that seemed half sprung in surprise itself. I am far from dramatizing this already.

There was the reason I had promised myself that I would do my trips and escapades alone. This was quite an example as to why I am not always wrong. Too many opinions, ways to do things, and inquires spoil the mood. One could easily ave avoided most of it. You are bound by questions and plagued by every one's personal wish list and it is seldom one feels like going against majority.

And Iron Maiden are coming to Bombay. I admit to myself I still remember all the lyrics but somehow stepping in there with the population to witness legends does not hold the same fantasy for me. I'd stand there, spending time between songs looking at those who surround me and wondering why I had been stranded for the day. It would be not include ideal fun. Plus, its the first day of the coolest month of the year.

I can't hardly wait.
I used to quote and let know, remember - "You go forwards, I'll go backwards, somewhere we will meet".