My Thoughts Find the Words...Finally...

It was a promise I had made that the next time I write something I am supposed to continue with my “theories”, but the last six months have been so eventful that the theories have just vanished in one of the by lanes of my brain.

From probably the only spine chilling winter that I have experienced in Mumbai to one of the most grueling summers to the fresh spells of monsoons, it seems that the seasons have just flown by in the past half an year. Before I begin my rendezvous with writing again I thank the nature’s showers for rekindling this spark of creativity within me. So here goes my story about the past six months.

As I told earlier a lot has happened over the past months, right from starting off with a new career to running around naked on a secluded beach. Life has completed changed, both from the outside as well as inside.

Starting with the external changes, the biggest change that I would like to acknowledge and feel great about is my weight loss. A couple of battles have been won for this but the war still awaits me. The next thing that I would like to highlight would be the corporate world that I was engulfed in, for the time that went by. I would like to keep this on my outside and not let it mingle with my inside for the simple reason that it is too pretentious to let it get imbibed in me.

There are two things which have given the maximum momentum to the changes, that I perceive have taken place in and around me. They are GOA and PEOPLE. The topic of people has always given me a lot to contemplate on. The people now I am mentioning range from selfish (corporate world spoils everyone) to the free spirits (hippies in Goa and obviously Sar and me…) to the angels that I came across at the House of Charity
(Renu {Someday you will find a way out of your boredom}, Ajay, Jaya, Charles, Moses, Pravin {tell me your thoughts...I too want to laugh with you}, Lazarus, Rajesh {thank you for all the hugs}, Sister Dorothy, Sister Paula, Sister Anna Maria)…thank you all for sharing your world with me…thank you Aniket for introducing all these wonderful people to me… :) :)

Have heard it a zillion times about how addictive the thought of Goa is, but now that I am experiencing it myself, I am lost for words to express the feeling about Goa. The days spent in Goa (specifically Arambhol) were like a dream. A happy dream. A dream that you want to see every single night or even every day perhaps.

It was only this time that Goa showed me its seductive persona which has bowled over all the free spirits from all over the world. The attractive Goa is not only about the secluded beaches or the wildness in the air or the rave parties or smoking hash but also about the people and the culture they breed. It is all about peace and love (Read: hippiedom) that keeps pulling you back. I’ll put down a certain random things that will remain etched in my mind for a long time to come:

• The drive from Arambhol to Palolem
• Hill Top rave party
• Vita, Mr. Kinski, Phil and the quest for hash
• The smell of cashew Feni
• Smoking of charas (and the talks that followed…:) script writing seems so easy)
• Skinny dipping (Agonda and obviously the midnight dip at Arambhol)
• The banyan, the Baba
• Fucking hell (Sorry Madame it was not intentional…peace and love to you)
• Dogs can be rude too…:)
• Banana milk shake...the best hang over antidote…proved once again
• Kunal (even this guy was just like us…free) and the tattoo
• The 1230-0100 a.m…. walk on Arambhol……a dream I long to see again….. :)
• The lazy hours spent doing nothing in the Arambhol lake
• Vodka Melon and the round of hash that followed with the motley -est people…
• ‘Sulphur’ bath (multani mitti)
• A pair of ‘haawt’ topless lesbians (at least one of them was…:) ) in a lip lock
• The smell of the lady (marijuana mixed with some fantastic perfume) , riding a bike, in the middle of the night….
• Peace and love…( A new dream that needs to be put in concrete, literally, someday….)
• Most importantly that this Goa escapade wouldn’t have been the same if it was not for Sar….thanks dude… :)

It seems so strange that everything else that happened in the past months is so insignificant when compared to the experience of Goa. Let me correct myself, not an experience of Goa but the experience of finding the free spirit in myself.

I would just like to sign off on a very high note…a note of optimism….a note of dreams…a note of magic…a note of happy weather…a note of adventure…a note of longing….a note of imagination…a note of freedom…a note of peace…a note of love…:) :) :) :) :)