There is a wooden cottage in Small Vagatore facing the sea; the sea which rumbles so beautifully 24/7 making me happy about the fact that I am alive and I am here.. If I go down the hill to reach the sands, I would find a shack wherein a 60 year old ‘maaji’ would cook fresh Mackerel rava masala fry for me. Sitting in one of those broken chairs there, u could feel the sea breeze touching ur soul. If u close ur eyes, it’s even more powerful. This is Goa my friend!!!
Goa is nothing like what u hear from ur friends or watch in movies. Every single Tom returning from goa will have a story to tell about how he got sloshed, how he partied, where he found “the grass,” blah blah blah… This is not goa.. This is what people make out of it. Goa is actually much much much more than that. It’s a place where u can actually communicate with nature. For instance, I went to Chappora fort a few days back. The archeological department has not yet taken up responsibilities on this amazing place which is a shame; but in a way a blessing. It’s not at all crowded like Aguada fort or Dona Paula or Calangute beach and there are no securities also. But once u climb up the hill and reach the fort, u would actually feel so peaceful. U would feel so connected to nature. For me, there was a constant piano playing in my heart and the moment it started to rain, it had an additional string back up🙂. Rain is such a beautiful inconvenience. And once it stops, the breeze walks in with a twist and when u close ur eyes, it ll embrace u like ur mother. So pure, so sanctifying!!!
Goa brings such amazing visuals in front of ur eyes. My favorite is north goa, where I ve been staying for the past one week. Vagatore, anjuna, arambol, mapusa, tiracol there are so many places in north goa where u would find the villages of kerala with a Baskin Robbins🙂 Some places are just like kerala, but u would find a lot more smiling faces. People are nice but not too nice that they would poke their nose into ur lives. Just the right amount.
Goa is flooded with couples in love. Everywhere u go, u would find them. I love seeing people who are in love. You don’t get to watch them in public in kerala. Our small towns and villages treat adolescent romance like a sin. When I was in school, all of us used to keep our crushes like big secrets. If ur teacher finds it out, u ll ve to bring ur parents to school. It’s like a black mark on ur character. so the most sacred feeling of this planet was often hidden like a dark emotion. But of course there were exceptions. I ve a friend of mine called Abhilash who started seeing a junior girl called Jisha when we were in 7th std. They were caught by the teachers a million times and convicted for feeling for each other. But both of them were fearless. May be they knew it’s a sacred thing. By god’s grace now they are happily married and today when I see them, I feel proud. Standing for love is not a small thing. Of course true romance and unconditional love are all big words, but making an attempt towards it is a human responsibility. More than responsibility, it’s a necessity. There is so much to learn from a woman for a man and vice versa. I don’t know why I am saying all this, may be it’s because of Goa.🙂
Tomorrow I am packing my bags from here. All these moments of experiences would become memories from the past. But one thing is for sure. From now on, if I am traveling, I would carry a map; not the stories that my friends tell me. Because, to a large extent, my experiences are going to shape from what I am and what I do. Goa has managed to teach me this. Thank u goa. I am taking u with me!!!! [with a piano playing and a string back up]