Memories of Goa.....

In a deviation from my normal blog about my college life, today I plan to write something about another experience of mine. Especially

because I was in Miami, Florida recently. Although there were many beeeuti-ful (punctuations are unintentional) things to see around, few people and memories came back to me. Although they were not as beeeuti-ful as the sight in front of me, but life is not always about good things....

It was Nov of 2005. We were on a sort of term break from our training. Self and three colleagues of mine decided to go on a trip to GOA. Here is a brief description of them....

Ghoda.... The horse. Yap, thats what they called him. Not sure why he got this name, but he always lived up to his reputation. He is a good cook and an even better hogger. Legend has it that nothing goes waste as long as he is at dining table. Overgrown horizontally, he always kept us on the edge of our seats - as there was no space left with him around.

Ballu..... The Papa Bear. Overgrown vertically, it is said that when he takes shower water dries up before reaching to his toes. Probably that is why he was so exited to come to Goa, as he could finally take a complete bath....

Kallu.... The lean. He had physical dimensions which can put Kareena to shame. There were rumors that he got selected in this course because of his size. They said he could go between the blades of the engine to inspect the interior faults. Truly I never believed those rumors as he would have surely tripped over the anti-vibration plates in the blades.

Tillu..... That's me. Can not brag about self in own blog, so it ends here.

We got to the shore and checked into our hotel at Calingute beach. Immediately we decided that the best way to travel in Goa would be to hire two bikes for the four of us. So we contacted the hotel to get us two bikes.

And there at 10 O' Clock position stood two bikes. A pulsar 150 cc, legend of a bike even today and the other one was a Royal Enfield , another legend made famous by the do

odhwalas (not to be mistaken with dabbawallahs). The name of the owner was written all over the bikes. BENTO it read. He gave his bike to us with one clear message, ' don't mess them up'. Oh well, we had two experienced bikers in kallu and Ballu. There was no way in the world we would mess up. We were sure to find that out very soon.

Like good (and intelligent) citizens we took photographs of the bikes from different angles. Ballu and tillu took the Pulsar and kallu and ghoda took the Enfield. A decision he will repents through out the day as the Enfield refused to start after every stop. It was understandable that Ghoda was excited to kick the Enfield on the first given opportunity as he might have thought it will make him look fitter on the beach, but it was not what Kallu wanted. He suffered through out the day as Ghoda could not do more than kicking the Enfield.... Yes, its true.... Ghoda and Tillu did not knew how to drive bike those days.

In the night we were making our way back to the hotel. Even though Ballu had four eyes, non of them supported night vision. So, we allowed Kallu and Ghoda to lead us on their Enfield. As we continued on our journey back from the nude beach (well we found only rocks there), on one of the turn we suddenly found the Enfield in front of us disappeared in dark. Ballu could only make out that a red bolt in front of him had disappeared. But well he had Tillu with him

-who calculated the speed of their bike, curvature of the road, speed of the wind, level of luminescence on th street and... and ....) to come to a conclusion that Kallu has made a dive in to the bushes with Ghoda being the first one to jump out of the sinking ship. Ballu stopped the Pulsar. And both of us ran towards the epicenter of the calamity....

'Thank god', Ballu said after close inspection. Tillu breathed easily. They were sweating now more than they had on the beach for the whole day. Really it was a miracle......

The Royal Enfield of 'BENTO' was safe....

And oh yes. Kallu had a few scratches. There was a crater where Ghoda fell. But they were ok.