Month: February 2012

Goa Memoires: Day 3

We had decided to head to Palolem the previous day. It was about 60 kms away from Calangute. I woke up early to tend to the tattoo and then woke them up too. We left the room at sometime about 9:30. We had breakfast in a restaurant by the name Maria or something. The owner of the restaurant spoke a lot of languages including some very good Telugu, French and what I thought was German.

We started for Palolem at sometime about 11:00 A.M. Halfway to Palolem, we stopped to have refreshments. The guy there told us that Miramar was the best beach in Goa and that it was about 2 kms away. It turned out to be 7 kms away and there were no shacks there. A completely unremarkable beach that wasn’t crowded. The sun was blazing and we were hungry so we went straight to a restaurant on the beach. The guy there was serving Kingfisher beer for 24 rs. We had a bottle each along with some food.

It was around 2:30 when we left the restaurant. We couldn’t go to Palolem as we didn’t have time. We decided to go to Baina beach which was supposed to be famous for prostitutes. The beach was 25 kms away and was right next to the Vasco port. We reached the beach at around 4:00 P.M. It was a decent beach, not very clean but atleast not crowded. We sat there for an hour, each of us lost in our own thoughts. The fact that the holiday was coming to an end was at the top of my mind. We discussed the possibility if going to Bankok in the summer, or next year.

We left the beach at around 5:30 P.M. We planned to return the bikes in Panaji and head for Calangute from there. We reached Panaji at 7:00 P.M and returned the bikes. We took an auto from Panaji to Calangute. We stopped in the middle of Calangute to buy booze and walked to the room from there.

After reaching the room, we got a little fresh and went to Calangute beach just like the previous day. Drank beer. We were tired but still started the discussion about the usefulness of society and the restrictions it puts on an individuals actions. We slowly got up and walked to our room at about 10:30 P.M. Upon reaching the room, we sat on the wall opposite our place and sat there drinking beer and smoking for a while. I then went to the room and slept off as I had to get up early the next day.

Goa Memoires: Day 2

We woke up at around 10:00 A.M, did some research and decided to have breakfast at “Little Italy”. The cheese omelet at the place was very good. It was pricey, but then again everything is in Goa. Except for booze.

We left for Arambol at around 11:30 A.M. The distance was about 25 kms and it took us around 1.5 hours to get there. We had made up our minds to get into the water at Arambol. We had heard a lot about Arambol and expected the beach to be pristine and untouched. Instead we found it a little crowded . Most of the people present were foreigners. We went straightaway to a shack and ordered beer. After relaxing a little, me and A undressed and jumped into the sea. Played around for a while, gawked at a few tits and then came back and changed.

We ordered some more beer and launched into a detailed discussion on some issue. The guy took a long time to bring our orders but the food was delicious. I ordered a King Fish Sizzler or something and it tasted really good. We set out from Arambol at about 3 P.M. We had planned on heading to Anjuna from Arambol but I stopped at a tattoo parlor near Vagator and got the tattoo done. He did a good job.

The tattoo took a long time and it was dark by the time we reached Chapora fort. The view from the ford was awesome. We came back from the fort  and set out for Calangute beach. We entered the beach at the corner so there was very little crowd there. We ate something and sat at the beach drinking beer and smoking. It was amazing. The sound of the waves, the quite ambiance, the breeze, the whole setting was amazing. I thoroughly enjoyed being there. It was extremely relaxing.

We later got up and walked a little on the beach. We sat in a remote shack and ordered food. He took his time but the food was good. We slowly got up and walked home. M slept on the sofa, we retired on the bed.

Goa Memoires: Day 1

The price for bikes off-season is around 200 rs. At weekends, it can go upto 700-800 rs. Once we reached Calangute, we started searching for a place to stay . Stay in Goa can be quite costly, specially in season. Trying to find a place a little away from the beach is a good idea. We found a place that cost us 2000 rs per day. Pricey, but the facilities were good. We got refreshed and went to have lunch at a place call Rustlers.

We set out for Baga beach around 3:30 P.M. The beach was very crowded. I wanted to go into the water but the other two were reluctant. M has hydrophobia it seems. So we walked around for a while and sat in a shack drinking beer. Then we went for another round and smoked hookah for a while. Suddenly, I had the urge to go for a run and I started off. I was 2 beers down by then so I couldn’t manage to go far.

It was a little late when we left Baga beach. There was a big traffic jam on the way to Calangute so we reached room around 8:30 P.M. We then went out and bought a crate of beer and bought some food. We sat in the room boozing and listening to music. We were pretty tired by then so we went to bed a little early.

Goa Memoires: Day 0

I started from my room at 10:00 P.M on the 23rd. Took the Bangalore Mail which reached Bangalore at 4:30 A.M on the morning of the 24th. From there, I took the 276 bus to Devasandra. I called A after I reached Devasandra and he picked me up there. We went up to the room, chatted for a while and then slept for a while. Later we got up and went to have breakfast. After breakfast, he left for work and I slept some more and passed time till 5:00 P.M. He came back at 5:00 P.M and we left for Anand Rao circle. M was waiting for us by the time we reached there.

The bus started at  around 7:00 P.M but was stuck in traffic for a while. A and I shared the scotch whiskey from my hip flask. It was good. We stopped for dinner at around 10:00 P.M where we had roti-sabji. M didn’t favour the food but since A and I were a little high, we gobbled it down. Post dinner, we got into the bus and went to sleep. Since I was the only one carrying a bed sheet, I managed to get some sleep. Poor M didn’t manage any sleep the whole night. Our bus broke down at around 5 A.M so we had to change into a different bus.  The new bus stopped for breakfast at around 7:00 A.M where we had some tea.

The bus reached Panaji at aound 11:00 A.M. We got down at Panaji and asked around for any place where we could rent a bike. M fancied an Activa as he didn’t trust his driving skills while me and A were fine with bikes. Ultimately, all of us ended up taking bikes, me and A for 350 rs and M for 400. We got onto our bikes and started for Calangute.

Looking Back.. Room 216

I look around and I see trees. Huge coconut trees. One after another, each competing to be the tallest. But there is one that beats them all. I call it- “The Pyramid Tree”. I don’t know what tree it is. I have never been to the tree. I probably never will.

Its funny, the experiences from a place don’t seem important while we stay at that place. Its only after we leave that we realize- I didn’t take enough pictures. We take a lot of things for granted in life. The day is glorious. It has been like this for a few days. It’s a pity I will be leaving soon. I didn’t mind the rains. I enjoyed them.

As I sit here writing, I can see a glimpse of what is to come. What is the legacy I leave behind in this place. What would have happened if I had managed to make him quit. Things would have been different. I feel happy for him though.

“Make the most of what you have” : A simple but incredibly powerful statement that is rarely put into practice. Instead we cry about things that we don’t have. The greatest people in history are people who built their empires from scratch. They didn’t have anything to start with, so they built things for themselves. People having the most comforts in life are also those who complain the most. It’s important to put things into perspective.

The One With Two Parts: Second Part

Bad.

Sometimes I feel that it’s unfortunate that humans don’t have the capacity to remember moments forever. Experiences don’t stick in the memory, they fade in time. I guess it’s both good and bad. I’d want to remember the victories, achievements not the defeats or embarrassments. It’s probably a good thing that we gradually forget all experiences. We should take the hint and handle all experiences the same way, since we would forget them anyway.

Life is hard for those who take chances. If you don’t want disappointments, you should close your mind to all interactions and live within yourself. I don’t find any point in living that way. It may get hard for a while, but you will see greener days. All you need is faith.

We lost 4-0 to Australia in the Border-Gavaskar trophy. We believed the England series was unlucky for us because of lack of preparation and injuries and things like that. No such excuses to give out this time. The series ended with Dhoni saying that he will give up captaincy if someone better if found. I didn’t quite like Dhoni’s attitude when he said that. It feels as if he is accepting defeat. Its a shame.. with the team he has at his disposal. Maybe we can with the CB Series like we did last time. I remember Sachin scored in both Finals.

The Nadal-Djokovic final lasted almost 6 hours. It was a great match. In Djokovic’s own words, ” It was a match every professional tennis player wants to play”. The contest was a test of skill and endurance and mental toughness. Djokovic had chances to finish it in the fourth but Nadal dug deep to extend the match into the fifth set. In the fifth set, it could have been anyone’s game. After the match Djokovic had this to say:

“When you are fit, when you have passion for the game, when you are ready to compete, you are able to ­suffer and enjoy suffering. Today I had this feeling, and is a really good one. I suffered during the match, but I enjoyed all the troubles that I had during all the match. You’re trying to activate your legs, you’re trying to push ­yourself another point, Just one more point, one more game. You’re going through so much suffering your toes are bleeding. Everything is just outrageous, but you’re still enjoying that pain.”

This is the most inspirational stuff I have heard from Djokovic so far. I understand what he is talking about, it is a feeling that is difficult to put into words, but he managed it. Pain we receive while pursuing our passions are sometimes welcome. It gives you a sense of fulfillment. There is something you work hard for. But you don’t know if you have done a good job because you have no one to compare to. In times like these, physical exhaustion and pain sometimes gives us closure, knowing that one has pushed himself to the limit and suffered in the process provides a sense of fulfillment. This is what its all about.

In that sense, I am not sad. I would have been disappointed had he lost without a fight. But he didn’t. He put up a fight and was a match to the worlds greatest player currently. I feel proud of their efforts and look forward to the coming season.

The One With Two Parts: First Part.

Good.

Goa Happened. The memoirs will come soon. They are still being documented. It was exciting, fun and peaceful.. while it lasted. I wanted it to be hot and sticky too but I am not complaining. I don’t know where it came from; The Idea. I am also not sure if I thought much about it. Even as I write this, it has been a week. I don’t know how I feel about it. I feel pain, but other than that, I’m not inclined to have any strong feelings.

It is extremely weird. This. To do something life changing and have no feelings about it. Its not like I didn’t give it any thought. If I would get one, I wanted it to be something that is meaningful and something I could carry on my body the rest of my life. It just didn’t feel like a big deal to me. I guess I wanted to do something life changing. To give myself a reminder that I have the balls to go that extra mile. I guess I also needed to satisfy my innate desire for attention. I wanted to prove that I had more to me and that I was better than most. I was determined. I don’t know why. While typing these words, I am thinking about it. I’ll take a two minute pause now to figure out the one central imposing factor that spurned me into getting a permanent tattoo.

I’m back. I took one minute to figure it out. The most compelling factor was, and this is hard to accept even to myself, the desire to show off. To have something cool and mystical to talk about. Hence the Kanji. Another factor, a little less compelling, was my need to have something on me that would constantly support and encourage me. That would show me the path when in doubt or when I’m being lazy. But at this point I can only retrospect on what my motivation could have been. Human actions are never the result of a single predominant thought or logic. There are usually a billion influencing factors, right from my imaginary neighbor’s imaginary girlfriend t0 the hungry mosquito that bit me the day before I left for Goa.

Whatever my motives could have been, from this moment on, it is left to me to make something out of it. If I ask myself the question: Has it turned out the way you imagined it, my answer would be: I hadn’t imagined much, because I hadn’t thought much, but it turned out a little different from the little that I imagined. I am back to where I started off from. Except with a sore shoulder. With a tattoo on it.

Some other Good?

Arsenal came from 2 goals down to beat Aston Villa in the F.A cup 4th round. It was a splendid victory, after 3 successive league defeats, it was an encouraging result. We are now in the 5th round of the F.A cup and will play Sunderland or some such team in the 5th round.

Nadal played exquisitely in the Australian Open to reach the Final. He squatted aside Berdych and played superbly against Roger to beat him in 4 sets. He was in form. He was fit. He had rest and a lot of time before the final. In-spite of all this, the story of the final will be posted in the other part.

Collage of Chavadi – I Experiences (Sep-2011 – Jan – 2012)

Doshi, Led Blues, Run, KhelJournal, No Project, Doshi Bitch, Keyless, Still no project, Perungudi Mess, Enter: Pooja Avenue, Rum, Maggi, Swim in Marsh,  Chef’o’Mania, Bang, Project Finally!! , R0binvanP, Vodka, Chapati, Metalled!!, Pizza’o’Lunia, Ugly Hostel Girls, Woodland,  More Swimming,  Abhiruchi, MonEpilogue, Ticket’o’Lunia, Wash’o’Mania, Juice, Chetna, Walk, Reddy, Jamming, More Rum, 66 Kgs- Oh Yeah!!,  Kanji, Goa,  Folking, Why Kanji?, Released!!!

Old Memoires: Trip To Dharamshala: Part-3

Posted on 19th Feb 2010 in malollu.

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We were dressed up and ready for the trip by 9.30 A.M. We cleared the hotel bill and checked out. The starting point for Triund was nearby so we set out for the trek. I would request someone else to describe the trek.
We returned to the cabs by about 7.30 P.M. We had split into 2 groups. I remember Pogo, Lava, Aditya, Achyuth, Dinesh, Potluri, Marella and myself being in one group. We had covered 25 kms and our state of exhaustion was indescribable. All of us had developed sore feet after the trek. We reached the cab and found that the other group had not yet arrived, so we sat in the cab and started waiting. Potluri and Achyuth started having heated exchanges over some shitty issue in the other cab.
We waited a long time for the other group but they didn’t turn up. We called their mobiles but they didn’t bother with answering. We were getting worried by the time it was 8.30 P.M. To add to our exhaustion and dread, the driver started telling us news about tourists getting attacked that morning by bears or something else. Now we were totally terrified. They came at about 9.00 P.M and started explaining their misadventures. In the end, we were relieved that they had returned in one piece. One puny asshole declared that he would be writing a blog about the “experience”. I am yet to see it.
We set out from Dharamshala at about 9.30 P.M that night. We were too tired to bother with food then. We stopped at a restaurant to eat at about 11.00 P.M. The next day went to visit a place called Khajjiar. The place is designated as “mini Switzerland”. Since I haven’t been to Switzerland, I couldn’t make the comparison. Potluri went for horse riding and Bijjam decided to relive his childhood days and stated playing with a balloon. That was arguably the most awesome sight in my 4 years of Bitsian life. Lava decided to poke a horse and got kicked in return. He was lucky he didn’t get himself permanently disabled. The whole antic was caught on camera, although he later chased down Potluri and deleted the video. Why the shame? It could have been a popular video on Youtube. We next visited a temple located nearby which housed a massive stachu of lord Siva. We took a few snaps and decided to head home.
I found the trip to be an enjoyable experience. A few good after-effects of the tour? Achyuth and Prateek discovered love on the journey. They have been inseparable ever since. Whenever these two are together, the rest of us are ROFL. Prateek lost his cam which was a sad incident. Another weird incident happened when Bijjam decided to show Prateek his pee-pee. Prateek later reported that it was the size of his fingernail.
As for me, after the tour I realised how big an asshole I am. Then I became cognizant of the fact that I should be grateful to god for the friends he has given me. Not everyone in this world are as lucky. Wow.. I managed to get myself emotional….
Manasu, Phani Teja, E.C were missed on the tour. Could have been a lot more fun had they been there……. Adios…..
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Old Memoires: Trip To Dharamshala: Part-2

Posted on 16th Feb 2010 in malollu.
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We reached the hotel at about 6.30 P.M and recharged our batteries in a couple of hours. We came down from the hotel only to find that there weer no taxis to take us to Dharamshala. We had asked our drivers to take rest so there was no point calling them back.
So after some arguing, then some more arguing and little thinking we finally decided to go Dharamshala anyway. We hired a guy and he packed us all into one cab. On the whole, the ride was very enjoyable. We ate and did shopping in Dharamshala. I remember drinking a pretty awesome cup of orange tee at a cafe’. Prateek bought booze on our way back. I don’t quite remember how we got back.
Upon reaching the hotel, me, Prateek, Dinesh, Aditya and Potluri decided to get enlightened. So we set up shop on the balcony and opened up the bottles. After the boozing session, we sat on the balcony and started reminiscing. This is when Prateek confessed his profuse love for S.B Singh. This happened after multiple instances of ass banging by the latter on the former.I rememeber taking the initiative and stripping down in the intense Dharamshala cold. Srikant made certain he reminded me of my antics every time he confronted me for the next two weeks.
I went to my room lo sleep. Prateek and Potluri went to Uttam and Srikant’s room and had fun at the latter’s expense. Dinesh puked…..
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