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My one year long quest to start a photo blog ends here...Its a fantastic blend of clicks topped with frappé of my happy...funny...cranky...empathetic... little sad..adventurous...caring..friendly & confused world!! We need nothing to be happy...Good and bad are just definitions...There is no right and wrong...Today is still not late to do what you like...However gloomy the lonely night makes you, make sure you see the morning with a fresh stream of hopes!!

July 31, 2011

Along the virgin beach of Ankola..(part I)


Our "made compulsory" yearly trip could finally commence with all the family members managing to get together towards the end of June. My strict...little bossy….foodie bro had definitely located a very different and worth seeing place, that was inherent even from the maps and the route we had to take. Beaches…… (That’s the best part)!

First half of our road trip was all exciting with music in high volume and laughter around! We were on NH 4 , but surprised not to find any good food outlet :-O. Deciding to be humble (no other option!), we munched something simple, at a village tea shop. Oh, what a right guess! There stood KAMAT, magnificently at about 5 min distance from there – stunning aroma, and obviously lot of options for breakfast. We stared at each other not knowing whom to blame and decided to continue the drive, estimated total duration was 10 hours. We were sure it would be fine with dad being an excellent driver known for itself plus two spare ones, bro & me.


The highway journey (though quicker) left me disappointed with no scenic beauty or anything interesting. Watching a few imported cars and counting the number of toll gates(too many man!!) was all that I could do. From this place called THADAS, with all happiness(mine:)) we diverted through state roads -SH 64 which directly would take us to Ankola. The most expected hilly roads, forest limits, water places and everything you wish is found in this route. The downpour along the greenery was a beautiful add-on for us then.




When we reached Ankola, the resort guys were nice enough to wait for us in the city. But gradually, it became a lackadaisical journey through a number of fields and gates and hills and muddy roads. I was in the verge of feeling dejected thinking that there can’t be any beach around a place like that. Bro teased me, “Perhaps we didn’t check properly in the map and moreover I just said Ankola, never said Ankola beach”(grr). Dad cheered me up saying that we could still drive down to GOA which was only 140 km from there (according to the sign boards)!

 With a long face, I peeped outside the window to get awestruck by the scene of the breathtaking mighty ocean placed right in the middle of a huge stretch of hills. Literally rubbing my eyes, I tried to pay attention to the screeching sound of waves blowing high as dad and bro winked at me (“happy”??!). It was a high feeling for all as though we have travelled far away from India as we recollected a few series of programs on TLC and Discovery Travel channels. I  always argue on the fact that our country does have a lot of (lot more than outside) beautiful places to see and experience – just that we don’t spend enough time on choosing the right destination and travel as much possible(and the scene proved  how true was that).

The service team at “Honey beach” resort was one the best we had ever experienced. Be it the scrumptious food or warm service or assistance. 
The place was so isolated, leaving the employees with almost no connection with outside world and their families. That very fact made us go very friendly with them and hence the food/service was delivered with personal care.  We were told that the panoramic beauty is much better during summer when the sea is blue and the beach space expands. Since it was June and monsoon time, we could see that the water had a green and brown tint, with the tides getting too high even in the day.


 
Okay, the funniest part was network. Neither does internet work there (huh...what a waste to have carried my laptop!) nor any mobile. BSNL was the only connection which seemed to work at some points.  It’s good to lose connection and stay peaceful, at times…but definitely not without a plan. We didn’t expect to get lost amongst the hills though! We spent a while admiring the cottages being constructed on the hill and the artistic look of the steps etc – reminded us of movies like Bombay, Dil Chahta hai, Josh….I could say that the place gave a mixed look of Goa & Kerala. 

When we got ready to walk up  to the beach, the smart looking young boy at the reception (our guide later) came running towards me to suggest a peculiar place where I could use my mobile(relief!). But people, it’s fancier than any of you can imagine – I had to climb on a huge rock from where I would exactly appear like attempting for suicide. As I stood there (of course my eyes blinking wide and hair flying above like a ghost from the sea) the young man (who cares of he is smart or no, now!!) said 
“ Ma’am..aah..aah yeah, stand right there and don’t move an inch and you can use the mobile” and he was gone the next minute. I stood there…not being sure whether to laugh or cry.


I recovered in a few seconds and managed to stand there in “Nataraja pose” (thanks to bharatanatyam that I have been learning) to make some urgent and important calls. Mom does know about me well and she though I am up to something crazy but dad freaked out looking at me standing alone there(oh god..hope she didn't push anyone down there :-O)! Anyway, we had a good laugh on the same, later. After dinner, we sat along the rocks down the resort to feel the water splashing on us when the waves got high every 2nd minute (like a huge phone shower).

A few crabs down the lane got scared by our footsteps and ran away. Not wanting to be attacked by them later, we decided to crash..sleep safe inside our cottage.









July 13, 2011

One of these days at a billing queue....

It was a week after I took an oath of not purchasing clothes for my birthday this year(I had my own justifications and so called "no mood"). Rather, I would ensure all my good old (most of my wardrobe items never look any old even after years :) :-O)clothes get distributed to people who would genuinely need them.

Things change...you see, it was Dad who gave me some money before leaving to native for business as usual "Mummu...I want to gift something for your b'day, why don't you go buy a dress?". Yes, what else can you imagine???!! My eyes twinkled like the stars, a broad grin like close up ad...few butterflies above the head and my bike gave a irresistibly pleasing look as to when would I start the engine!!

Dear Literature,
I've a problem. The "not so good" writer in me never stops :)


I tried to recollect some info about the ads seen..30%..mmmmm 40%?(or upto 40%)sale at one of my favorite retail brand outlets and directly zoomed in my bike to Commercial street(giving away good old clothes still stands!). As usual, rambled across the floor for a while, observed that "Ladies" & "Kids" section was overflowing like "Rath Yatra" festival and "Mens"(poor) floor hardly had 15-20 people around...some of them just baby sitting.

 




No wonder, the service executives working in that floor evidently looked  so happy:)Now, don't ask me why did I go there...like to know about latest trends & collections, for men too(it's interesting!).

You need to actually visualize this whole little episode to get the feel of the narration(not that great..yet:))

Prologue : I reached the billing counter not so late after, things which we have good expertise on doesn't require much of our time..isn't it? ;) and anyway I don't prefer spending too much time at one place to select a few things, instead I could buy 10 different things all through the street (being quick). Oops...where where we? Yeah, at the counter..I managed to smartly find a queue that just appeared long (due to 3 ladies together occupying > 8 ft distance) but wasn't ! Thought it would move faster than others and settled there, standing behind two guys.

The scene: They were very western looking fellows, one with a goatee and the other with spiked hair. Both were having a conversation typical as that of youngsters....

Mr.Goatee : Hey dude...this is so sick man. I can't do shopping like this in an hour among so many people.. s..t, look at the crowd !
  
Mr.Spike: Tell me about it dude...feel the same. Half an hour is more than enough, what the hell people do after that, I wonder!

Mr.Goatee : (with a weird look) Nooo..I meant I need half a day ! I mean, with so much of variety and hell lot of clothes, who could shop so soon? I wanna take a look at everrrrything(stress) and choose theee(stresses again) best. You know...I like to wear the best of stuff (Mr.Spike gives a blank look) and different man, very unique..arre Ranbir...man, didn't you notice his outfits in APGK...(goes on)

This is when I looked up at Mr.Goatee, intrigued to see what's unique in him. Well there was something very unique...not ironed,shabby...faded and almost colorless looking red tee with a plain blue jean appearing like school uniform!

Mr.Goatee(loudly) : Ab dekho...ye Aunty waale yaar! Kitne time lete hain. She is so huge and covering the whole billing desk from almost half an hour now...damn!

Aunty heard this and turned around to give him a stern look. Mr.Spike got a bit uncomfy as the executive at the billing desk threw a begging look ("already she is eating my brains...please don't worsen the scene guys...") Mr.Goatee stood least bothered.

Aunty joined with her friends to rag the executive(he was a thin innocent looking fellow...almost in tears) at the desk :
"Arre...tum log itne kanjoos ho? Hamne ittttttne saare purchase kee hai our dete ho chhoti se cover?Bade cover nahi hai kya?" and the fight continues..."Woh nahi...aree our ek cover to do na..arre aise nahin, theek se daalo, bacche log ho... kuch nahi jaanthe, complain karna hai...I am telling you, India mein aise hee hai". Another Aunty adds on, with her eyes rolling dramatically " We have ever seen so much of delay, you should be put on training..inspection...suspection(??!)...(what ever!!)".

  From my side, I sincerely didn't notice any delay or mishap there, people just want to have fun...scolding others or creating a scene(effect of  some useless TV serials....god!).

Mr.Goatee(loudly again) : Look at them man...they are going on and on. What the ...k(low voice) ! Am not standing here anymore. Common, there are a hundred other places around !

Aunty obviously heard(missing the ...k i guess) and almost prepared herself for the next battle when her friends(or sisters..) dragged her out saying it was getting late.

Mr.Spike gave out a huge sigh as his hands started playing with his spiked hair...
(thought) "Oh god, please get me out of here and away from the fellow. Why did i even come with him? Looks like I ll not be back home without getting thrashed..." and said to Mr.Goatee "Dude...relax,chill...lets justtt talk later please".

Mr.Goatee somehow decided to keep mum as the Aunty group left the place(I wouldn't be surprised if they were waiting outside to punch Mr.Goatee once they were out....) and these two moved on to the counter.

Mr.Goatee(opening his wallet) : Dude...you have any change?I mean, money!

Mr.Spike: What(stress)? I didn't carry anything(shows his almost empty wallet), you....you didn't get cash?(phew..)

Mr.Goatee: You know what...I actually hate these colors, very very girlish...very very chweett(in a mocking tune) types. Let me pick up the yellow one(thatttttt was the mostttt horrible color of all)...yup I like that,and asked the executive at the counter "How much?"

Executive at the desk: Sir...you don't need all these?

Mr.Goatee: Why? Koi problem hai kya? I just need this one...fast !

Executive at the desk: No problem sir..(after handling the previous customers, this would be no where near a small problem also!! ;)told the amount)

Mr.Goatee: Cool.... & turned to Mr.Spike(exclaiming) "Dude, lets just leave the place, its so hot... s...t!"

Mr.Spike(with a defeated low voice):  Sure, I just want to go back home!(and scream....)

I guess no one around the place noticed the whole scene except me and the executive(who knew I was observing). As I proceeded to the counter, we exchanged meaningful smiles and the executive almost conveyed a thanks through his smile " At least someone seems to have observed the extent of irritation that i go through here". I couldn't stop giving him a piece of chocolate from my bag, though he said "No ma'am..no.." he took it readily with a smile again.

I left the counter with a thanks(stressed), tried not to think of his work life there...and just focused on  remembering some of the dialogues for this write up, before I forget :-)