2005 Year Ending on a Special Note

My visit to Goa was a memorable one in lot many ways. It taught me how important it is to unwind at times, leaving beind all miseries and worries, even temporarily, the importance of letting go the leash on oneself, indulging in fun/frolic and sensual pleasures..........One single day in Goa and I am ecstatic.....full of energy and vigour and ready to take challenges head on as they come.. I am sure that Ramu, Saini and Sabu feel the same way. Anyways let me cut short this gyaan session out here and come to the point straightaway.

My landing in Goa was special in many ways. . I was in no mood to waste even a second and wanted to live my day in Goa to the fullest. After a seemingly never ending, bumpy ride in the sleeper bus with Ramu and me cosying up(hey....hey........hang on...let me make it clear.....we are straight....it had to do more with the chilling wind that was coming in from the bus window rather than anything ele) we finally made it to the heaven of 3 Bs (Beaches, Booze and Babes; not necessarily in that order). No sooner did we get down from the bus I tried calling up Sabu; but he did not respond to our call on his cell phone. We thought that he must have tired himself quite a bit the previous night (for this you have to wait as this story too will appear soon) and we were considerate for not disturbing him any more with our calls. Without any further delay we boarded a rickshaw to Baga Beach; Sabu had conveyed to us the previous night that the flat that was rented out was overlooking the beach. With an expert navigator on our side(who else but Ramu) we managed to reach the Baga beach. Now it was time to call Sabu, so that we could zero on to the exact flat; again no response on Sabu's side, now the frantic calls started from our side followed by curses and abuses #%^%???@# but still no reponse.............

Our navigator then disappeared in to a hotel by the name Congo, those who know Goa might be knowing that this hotel is in the same road that runs parrallel to the road that leads to Tito's, the famous and the landmark pub in Goa on Baga Beach. Again, Saini and my heads turned in the direction of hotel and we forgot for the moment that we were on a lookout for Sabu as two phirang babes in bikinis were approaching the swimming pool in the hotel, nimble footed babes with long legs...Bondi(Famous beach in Australia) would have been an appropriate name rather than Congo which reminds of primitive bushmen. What do you say Saini? Anyways, coming on to the main point, our expert navigator came out and pointed towards a flat and said in a baritone that reminded me of Mr Bacchan Sr, that is where Sabu is staying. I was made the scapegoat to knock at the door and enquire. I walked straightaway to the flat and knocked at the door as I was getting frustrated since I thought that we were wasting time.

After a couple of loud knocks on the door, I heard somebody from inside approaching the door from inside to open it. As soon as the door opened, my eyeballs popped out as if they were about to fall on the floor. I was there standing still on the door, motionless with a blank face; unsure what my next move must be. That was the most beautiful scene I had ever scene......A woman in her 20s, must have been 5'5"-5'6", flawless skin which was glowing in the morning light, with streaks of golden in her hair which were dishevelled, black piercing eyes, sweet voice like a cuckoo with a flawless accent standing totally naked in front of me. I did not know how to react and what to say. I am sure that she must have understood my dilemma and that's why for the rest of the conversation she hid behind the door. The rest of the time in Goa was spent in thinking about her. I saw so many beauties on the beach but then that woman in the flat had a strange kind of attraction about her. I regret not telling her that she was beautiful, really beautiful. I wish I meet her again somewhere to convey my feelings to her..............