I recently turned a two digit something; the run up to "Yayyy! it's my birthday'' moment was pretty eventful I'd say. One of the prime characters of my life 'Mr Bling' decided to surprise me. Hats off to his news anchor like grit that fed ideas and warnings in my head, he managed to keep me off the 'Birthday Round Table Conference' between him and my other peeps for weeks. Seriously not days, but weeks! Even though highly trying for me, he gained some success; 99percent victorious. The guy got ways, I say! On the pot, in the kitchen, in a meeting and even during my life changing threading session at the salon; he ambushed me using different techniques. Each time sounding the same bugle, "Hey Bakk, your birthday is XY days away and I'm planning it!Remember 'I' AM planning it!".The expert in me speculated it was to claim 100 percent
eekday Goa scene versus Weekend Goa scene was as different an experience as an ATM queue on a Monday versus a Saturday (Our PM made the latter happen after de-monetization and the Goa over-hype resulted the former). Made me do the cruel math of how many years I've added since I last visited Goa. It just felt lacking in it's usual warmth to me. The trucks, the buses and the cars on the weekend seemed to be targeting me. As if they've ganged up and cloned my annoying siblings who would cough deliberately on my face. One of those tricks to disgust each other as kids...Yuck! And that too right into my lungs. But, my main reason to extend the trip for the weekend was the Saturday night market which I still have pictures of from my girls trip of four years ago;
woke up with a mission, since it was the last full day of our vacation in Goa. My mind often becomes a House of parliament as any holiday end approaches. Almost like debating and passing bills on topics of 'where to go' and 'what to eat' before I return to the rozmarra ki zindagi (daily routine life). Planning for my big tummy and a greedier mouth requires utmost sincerity and meticulousness :D We decided on (more like I decided ;) :p ) one of my favourite breakfast places - Cafe Chocolatti in Calangute. The ambience of this place is a class apart. Green and serene. We ordered for a carrot cake, a sandwich, a chocolate shake, an orange juice and another cheesy toasty sort of thing. Good food! though it was too heavy for an early day meal (as I found out after wolfing down the spread *Oopsie*).
become a split personality as birthday nears. All it takes to flip from ''It's nothing special..it's just another day with about a hundred extra calls and messages" to ''I'm so happy and feeling joy joy'' is your monkeys celebrating your day as if it's a festival. So much love that my jokes drown in mush! That's what makes it soo good, ain't it. Anddddd...also the fact that I felt no hangover in the morning made it a perfect birthday start :D To top that, a hammock outside the cottage was just like a super sexy cover for my new IPhone 7 plus! ;) (giving the 'cherry on the cake' proverb a little break). Soaking in the sunlight on a hammock overlooking the sea makes for a perfect holiday picture, right? That's what I thought. And now, wide awake after a good sleep, I stepped out to recreate that cliched holiday postcard.
Well-structured houses and huts as if painted in Camlin's brightest poster colours make for our welcome view, en route to the hotel. It reminded the groggy us that we indeed made it to Goa after all the dramatics. My eyelids weighed a 'Great Khali' each and were struggling to stay open after a no sleep day. So, I widened my eyes using the tiny fingers on my hands (my miniature sized fingers amuse my friends, though I think they are normal... till not compared with anyone else's). And soak in more Goa flavour. I spot trees! coconut water! sea! Yay! I spot Vodafone and Airtel branding on almost ALL the huts lining the road. NO Yay! If these painted adverts had elbows, they'd be pushing each other's red ass off the wall. Talking of red, Mr Bling's eyes were poppingly so. I dared not look at mine. 'Good to be oblivious'