The planning phase had been initiated at a very early stage by me, Sumit and Pratap (Pratap recently bought a brand new house at HSR Layout, Hats off to his meticulous planning!!), almost a year ago while shifting together to our newly rented house at #124 VijayShree Complex. And, finally it happened during the first week of April, with a long delay thanks to our professional and personal obligations. The best part of the plan was that it did not comprise of the just three of us but, a total of eight of us including Bumba, Lallu, Dipak, Ezhil and Jha (I'm too bad at remembering good names of people so please pardon me for that).
So, one fine Friday evening in the first week of April, the coterie set upon the Goa bound journey. But, the carrier was such a wonderful one that by the end of the journey, it left us admiring ourselves in awe, for our capability to undermine adversity. And, the icing on the cake was the last set of seats allocated to us (reminded me of the good old school days.... lastbenchers.... but it was not the same comfortable and cozy feeling). Finally, we reached Goa at around 1 o'clock in the afternoon with our ebullience being overpowered by tiredness and dehydration, followed by a wasteful argument with an adamant bike wala (one can rent bikes and cars from them at a daily basis).
Then, we reached the Calangute Beach (one of the most populous beaches of Goa) with hope to find something worthwhile, and to our delight we found a very affordable accommodation (can’t call that a hotel) with the beach a couple of minutes walk away from us. The locality was nice one with a huge potential for pleasure of sight as well as might (After all, Game was the only Aim)!!! So now the time had come to free ourselves upon the arms of the Arabian Sea and this feeling was magnified due a thrilling Para-gliding experience I had along with Pratap, Motu and Lallu. I was noncommittal at first but, Thanks to Pratap on this occasion!!! This was followed by hours in front of the sea with beer in one hand and fag on the other (Then I feel like a man!!! :-))... 
The sight of the lambent sun setting down in the horizon makes one think about the bigger things in life, and not about the insignificant day to day hassles. The evanescent feeling of the Wind in my hair and sand at my feet.... is amazing, romantic, self interrogating, supernatural.... it’s beyond me to put this down in words. After this enchanting rendezvous with the sea, it was dinner time and it was a royal dinner with a variety of Sea Food on offer at the Baga Beach in front of the Britto's or Tito's (Bumba educated me that those are one of the famous places in Goa). Bumba also gave me vital information about beaches in Phillipines, Sea food, etc during the trip... he's a Rock Star!! Then, came another high point of the trip... Ezhil ki zindagi jeene ki iccha jag uthi and we kept ambling aimlessly in search of the true Goa, but alas found nothing (cannot express much here). That’s too a memorable incident, and with lallu around there was no scope of boredom to prevail. I always feel a sense of consanguinity between myself and lallu because of the commonality of the dialect that we both speak informally. This marked the end of our enervated first day in Goa.Then arrived the day#2 of our trip and we had plans to go to the Palolam Beach (I'm informed it has blue waters and white sand). But, those plans remained as plans due to a hapless interception involving Jha (soon to be a part of the class of IIM K, Congratulations to him...) and our very own apna Holdy (enigmatic personality!!).
However, after a lot of discussions and strategies, we concurred to head towards the Anjuna Beach (the foreigner infested beach - the infamous Scarlett Murder Venue). We had an inundated session sun bathing and profused sea bathing, where we taught Mera Bharat Mahan to a couple of firangi kids. Worth a mention here is the comment that our Ezhil got from the kids causing a lot of embarrassment to all of us, our motu is a genuine whimsical kid at heart!! With the gusto of driving the well maintained blue Wagon R on the streets of Goa, we drove to the much awaited Vagator Beach. Vagator was the most scenic and vignette of all the beaches of Goa, circumscribed by the Chapora Fort of the movie DCH fame, perfectly sating to the eye. 
Here too, we had rounds of bakar with Dipak leading the Bihari bandwagon (he is one of the most amicably non controversial person I have met!!) and Sumit on the center stage as always due to the fact that all the rest seven were his direct friends someway or the other. On our way back we did see a set up of the much hyped Rave Parties, which elevated our hedonist desires, but could not experience it unfortunately due to some unavoidable circumstances.That was about the end of the second day at Goa and the next day we were supposed to head back to Bangalore with wait listed reservations. Fortunately, 5 of the 8 reservations were confirmed and we have a moderately comfortable journey back to Bangalore.
The tour was definitely very festive, frivolous and a galvanizing one, and more so due to the presence of like minded people together (This is Sumit's favourite one liner). I wish I was destined to be a part of many more such outings with these people around. The feeling emanated by its reminiscence is still Elysian!! Never mind, it was an experience that I would cherish all through and preserve down the memory lane......
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