Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Of transparent red curtains and the bustle and the breeze.
The headbanging community was now pulsating on something beyond last night’s tonic. Well lets just say it was another kind of ecstasy.
Chai finally looked down upon the used up beer bottles. (That now lay wasted and disowned). Afterall people had had enough of them already. And discarded that stuff for the same reason.
And after all that deafening pulsating music from the night, none of us wanted to waste energy in haggling with the cabbie. Not even a word, except for “how much will you take for the cab ride.” Surprisingly, not even in the mood to argue about the escalating fares.
Went back to the hotel room. And just when everyone else plonked to bed, I stayed up in the balcony watching the pale sky through the red transparent curtain. Just when some people might’ve been singing songs inside their heads, I was bursting with energy. Still. (Even after 7 hours of non stop dancing).
So much so that I didn’t want to sleep and stare at the walls. I had to feel the breeze. The salty breeze of the 1st morning of the year. Chilly and a whole lot of fun. (I thought of even running on the beach, but then again thought otherwise as it would leave the others disturbed when I’d ring the bell and break their dream sequence.)
Ok, from here onwards I shall go back to the first day of my Goa trip. The train journey from Goa to Bombay passed by fairly quickly……chatting about how some of us can’t use certain kind of loos and all crappy things about crap. (One of us had a cold war with her bowel movements…so we were subjected to discussions of that sort!).
Did I say the journey passed fairly quickly? Hell no. I remember we were restless and dirty and desperate to step on the beach sand and it took us so long to reach our hotel at Madgaon.
Anyway we finally made it. Spent the left day bathing and enjoying some cranberry flavoured drinks. Later went to the beach. Partied. Sat right next to the waves, with candle light lighting our faces. As we giggled, spoke and gorged. Walked on the beach.
The next day woke up really late and shifted to our new abode at Candolim beach. Spent most of the day walking at the beach…with cranberry flavoured drinks in our hands…we even went to that insane extent of sipping a customers newly bought vine (At a liquor shop). When we finally got to the beach we sat at a shack listening to music and enjoying the bustle and the breeze!
Later that night we went to Brittos, and now I know that ONE MUST NEVER ORDER SORPOTEL THERE. Desserts are awesome though.
The next day was lazy as hell. Whiling away at the beach was our plan of the day. Later that night we went to one of my favourite places in Goa, Infantaria. There one of our friends went to a stranger firangi and borrowed a Cigar. Which by the way, no one smoked!!! We ate desserts till we wanted to throw up and never come back there.
Only to return there the next day….i went there for what I can conveniently call breakfast. (That was the time in the afternoon I’d woken up!)
And then ate like a piglet. (Now it’s even showing!!)
That night we went to a rave at Hiltop. At first we were sceptical cause we had to pay a lot and since it was the last day of the trip for some of us, we were broke! Anyway… we entered praying we wouldn’t get bored ..but the first one hours or so passed like a snail. We were bored and I was amused just watching people (even though it wasn’t my first rave!) the place was insane.
People there couldn’t hear anything else but music, couldn’t feel anything else but joy, couldn’t see anything else but psychedelic colors. Later we joined the wagon! We were now, them!
And then suddenly I felt the music too. I enjoyed it so much that I even believed that it was me who was controlling it. I felt like I can control the lights. The way people there are moving. Everything!
Chai was what we ended this one big party with. One hot cup of tea flavoured with silence for breakfast on our 1st morning of the year!