I don’t think I need to mention but just for records we guys skipped our breakfast again. Walking today was out of question because today, except for a couple of guys nobody wanted to try out the adventure of “Keep Walking”. Everyone thought they had shed enough pounds and were not on a
On the way, we were discussing about how the beach would be. I and Kandu were of the opinion that it would be a normal Goan beach with blue waters and golden sands. I know this is a very bad description of any beach in
The first sight that your eyes caught was the colourful shacks arranged tidily parallel to the shore where the blue water met the golden sands. The beach resembled an exotic Hawaiian shore with lots of people thrown in. In fact the beach was so crowded with shacks that we had to Walk (aha… “Keep Walking Syndrome struck again) down the beach to find a place for ourselves.
It did not take us much time to strip and jump into the waters. Kandu, the Jungle Boy was the first one to dive in. As usual, he can’t resist the sight of water and is always ready to strip down to his undies. Must be some close relationship with water.
The sea is very rough at the Bagha beach. But, not that dangerous. Just the right amount of danger and thrill to have fun in the water. I suppose, this is the only beach in
And all this happens just meters from the shoreline. That is what makes the Bagha beach electrifying and exciting. It was the first time that I was wrestling with the waves and it was knocking me down with careless attitude. Now, just imagine Gala and Ali. They were literally being tossed mercilessly by the sea. To me, Bagha beach resembles a bowl of water which is filled with turbulent water.
After splurging for around 2 hours in the water, we all had ingested enough salty sea water in our lungs. My back too had turned sore with the ruthless lashings of the sea and the pitiless scorching rays of the sun beating on our backs. So, it was time to head to the shore and take some much needed break. Soon, everyone was out of the waters except for …. (Yep…. You all guessed it right) Kandu. He was like a dog rolling in the wet sand and enjoying every moment of it.
As everyone was basking themselves, Atul was working towards his dream. Yep, building sand castles. We have built an adequate amount of castles in the air that can put even the richest of empires to shame. But this time, we thought of building a concrete sand castle. Atul worked towards his Egyptian dream Sphinx while we decided to build another huge one inspired by him.
Soon, 8 hands and 8 feet turned busy in building a 2 feet and castle. We had no idea what we were building but only knew that we wanted to build something really big. Soon, another pair of experienced hands joined us. (Yes… Atul – the Sculptor). The only threat to the huge castle was the destructive Rehan. But, as he was also a part of the workers building the castle, this threat was ruled out.
After toiling in the blazing sun for 1 hour, finally our mound and foundation was in place. And then it was the work of skilled hands of Atul, which gave the shape of the Sphinx to the heap of sand. The Sphinx turned out to be so eye-catching and stunning that it made heads turn.
After spending lots of time under the sun and in water, it was time to head for lunch. It was 4 in the evening and here we were… heading for lunch. But nevertheless, we were hungry. After changing into a comfortable pair of shorts, we started walking on the beach. We could see many firangs tanning themselves on the reclining chairs. But, I can’t forget a girl who I saw having a massage on the beach. She was an Indian wearing a pink T-shirt and white shorts. A true Indian beauty.
A quick local Goan Sea Food lunch later, we headed home. All the energy consuming activities on the beach had taken a toll on our bodies. So, we thought of spending a quiet evening on the beach watching the sun drown in the red waters. After having a quick wash we returned to the Calangute beach but Anna had some other work to do. He joined us later. In the meanwhile we watched a German duo play a game of Flying Dish.
The serene atmosphere of the Calangute beach is the perfect setting for any couple to whisper sweet nothings into the ears of each other, for a group of friends to reflect on their past, for a child to play with the sand, for a parent to watch their child play, for a lone lover to dream about his sweetheart.
We failed to realize how time just flew by. After eating some roasted Bhutta (Corn), samosas and a glass of tea, we left to have our dinner. Before we visit any restaurant, we check out the menu. We make sure that the rates mentioned don’t leak our pockets dry. And for this ritual, I and Rehan visit restaurants which catch our fancy and then ask the waiters for the King Fish. After enquiring everything about its length, breadth and size, its time to ask the most vital question on which our dining in that particular restaurant will depend. Yep… The rates on the Menu. The money we were saving was supposed to take us to the Tito's Lounge.
So, after trying out around 3 restaurants, we returned to a local restaurant. This time we turned a little more adventurous and ordered many new Sea Food items like Kala Mari (Squid), King Fish, Crab Xacuti, Fried King Prawn and much more. After dinner, it was time for Frooti. With a Frooti in our upper limbs, our lower limbs took us towards the Calangute beach. We sat there in a huddle, talking about almost all the topics under the sun… rather topics in the universe. From the
The beach looked so good at night as it does in the day. I wished I could lie under the dark sky forever. But soon, it was time to head home and play a game of Rummy. As normal, Kandu the Master kept losing. Shortly, we retired to our rooms and were lost in a world of our own - The Dreamland. Shhh!!! Let us sleep. I will be back with the rest of the journey very soon. Till then Bagha Bagha Sa…