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I just woke up an hour before, have nothing to do
now and nothing lined up for next 5 days. Hostel was also almost vacant due to
holi holidays. I have decided to stay in hostel, not any specific reason but
actually to relax even more. This morning started with a light breakfast but
with heavy feelings of nostalgia and that too of just last 3,4 days. We had
some real fun in last few days and that was as much as unplanned as possible.
The best part is surprises. Element of surprise is always surprising and
shocking but its good part is that, it gives you a moment to be rejoiced later,
a long lasting memory, new experience and above all , a thing to talk and
discuss in conversations.
12 March 2011
It was scheduled to very busy day. Lot of things
are lineup, most awaited match of India and South Africa and quite important
exam CSCP that I have write. This exam costs around 35k.
When we put our feet first time on the lands of Alibaugh,
it was around 10 and nothing seems like a tourist spot. Everything was closed,
all hotels and restaurants and then we came to know that Alibaugh is a morning
city. Early to bed, early to rise is the philosophy due to the beautiful
weather in the morning on the beaches. We talked to an Auto driver and he give
us false information. We agreed to him and went to Alibaugh beach in around 10
minutes. We were shocked, there was nothing extra ordinary in the beach and our
plans of drinking on the beach were seems like shattering. The place was far
beyond our expectations. There were only 2,3 hotels. We enquired from one of
them, they were quite expensive and there is no balcony in rooms. We compromise
the rates if we have found a balcony over there to drink. There were no auto
rickshaws over there, so we had to retrace the path back by foot. Auto driver
also told that beer shop closes at generally 9.
While coming back from there,
we spotted a bar, decided to purchase the whisky but he was overcharging us by
saying he will charge the Bar tariffs. Everything was going wrong; suddenly we
saw one beer shop, purchased whisky and enquired everything about area from some
sensible local whom we somehow managed to find. How much internet one will use
but when it comes to the city, your searches won’t work. We catch an auto from
there and went to Varsoli beach as told by someone, you will manage to get a
cottage over there. It was also a weekend.
The route to varsoli was quite dense
and it was little bit scary also. Lot of dogs barking over the street, no
lights, narrow road with trees standing on both side and making a canopy.
We all were thinking what happen if we were not able to find the cottage, where
we all would go, in that poor hotel.The scene was still in my mind, shubham was
feeling quite scary, keerti was talking of surprises and I like always assumed
that at the end of the day, everything would be fine. This is one hope that
never lets me down. Finally, we found a cottage. It was exactly like cottage
and was very beautiful. Lot of greenery and silence was there exactly opposite
to what can be seen in cities. The owner told us the tariff and after little
bargaining, we finalized the deal. After that we went back to city. Everything
was closed; we however purchased some chaknas and all the stuff. We were
searching for a hotel to have dinner but none was open. It was not at all
looking like a tourist place except some big cars on the road. It was
like an ordinary town where everything closes by 11. After searching
effortlessly, we came across a stall selling chowmeins, fried rice etc. It was
also on the verge of closing, however, he accepted our order. After having our
dinner, we came back to our cottage. Its name was Sai Sharda cottage. It was a
religious name according to hindu mythology.
Our cottage: Pic taken in morning
There were 3 cottages in series,
all were occupied. The remaining was occupied by two couples. The silence and
peace was the best thing one get there. Sometimes, modernization seems more
like a curse then boon. The people in small villages live a very contented life
and there seems no issues of lust, sex, desire, envy, the attributes commonly
found in our young generations living in technologically advanced world. I
thought nobody knows here about stress which is a common cause of all the
problems in modern world. We are living our life constantly in stress , running
without knowing where we want to go, lust for everything. In cities, people are
recognized by the car they are driving, by the brand of their shirt instead of
their behavior and attitude. Sometimes, I feel these villagers are better than
us but at the same time question arouses in my heart, Is this is because of
hard work or struggle that we have to do in cities that I asking such question.
I don’t know exactly but one thing, there is no limit. Things are going as fast
as never before, time is passing faster than light. Life is full of
contradictions, it can be seen clearly that the nations which are contented had
never progressed and which are developed have never been contented. Same is
with the life. What should be the feasible amount of both of them to get a
perfect mixture. I think this is the recipe for the success. But I want to
write some more things to refine what I am trying to say.
People say everything
is relative and not absolute, but I would ask does that mean we should measure
our success relative to our peers and colleagues. If this is so, then one cant
be happy. Success is something which is personnel and had a different
definition for different people. Contented people or people who had stop
raising the bar can be seen as stagnant by others whereas it is very much
possible that contented people think themselves as successful. That’s why I
would rather say, it is something personnel. The parameter to measure
success which is most senseless but followed widely in cities is to measure the
other’s achievement, generally peers and based on that, you’ll
decide whether or not, one is successful. According to this methodology,
general statement can be conclude that everyone one is successful as well as
unsuccessful depending on the people he was compared to. You have every
right to disagree as everyone has his own thought process.
Suddenly, uncle came and gives us the salads, we
already told them that we will drink here for the whole night; he told us
everybody comes there for the same. We asked them for the glasses and
mosquitoes’ coil. His son bring those things in our cottage and everything was
set now. There was 1 double bed and 4,5 mattresses placed on a table. It was a
large cottage. We decided to drink on the floor, arranges 3 mattresses on
the floor in the U-shape and filled the remaining shape that was created by the
mattress from the 3 sides, with the snacks, chips, bhujiyas’s etc. Finally, the
peg was made and we cheered. It was quite tasteless. Shubham said it wouldn’t
be easy to drink without an Ice. We asked keerti to ask for the same. He asked the
uncle but uncle told him that he gave all the ice to our neighbors.
Shubham and Keerti in Cottage
keerti to ask for the ice from them but he resisted. I never give up. Me and
keerti knock their room and 2 couples were sitting on the floor. They simply
say it was finished. When we came in the cottage first time, I was listening to
their whispers and generally most of the girls have nice voice. So, after
hearing their voice, desire to see them arouse. I was curious to see those
people and ice was like an excuse. It worked, I saw them but those people were
very simple and girl was wearing the suit against my expectations of some sexy
stuff generally girls wear during night time. We came back to our cottage and
shubham ask me, Is it really ice or something else that provoked me to knock
their room. Smart guy.
We all started with the slow pace in the beginning
discussing all the stuff that matters to none and discussed generally during
college parties. We went bit nostalgic conversing about birthday parties in hostels,
all the mischievous incidents, guys and gals, faculties, fights without issues,
seniors and all such stuff. It was quite rejuvenating thinking how immature we
were. Keerti was stressing on to switch off the light and to drink in a dim
light, but the light was very dim and it was very hard on our eyes. Suddenly,
the idea came to my mind that let it be a candle instead of tube light. Fun is
the thing not necessarily came with the money. Real fun is in enjoying without
spending too much as when you spend too much, then it is not the fun but the
feeling to extract maximum out of it.
As the bottle is getting emptied, discussions are
becoming slightly intellectual, girls become the new focus and we are choosing
girls one by one, those girls that we all know and talk about them. It was a
real fun. Discussion moved to spirit and demons and ghosts. I told them that we
called an spirit once in our room. They were not ready to believe but it was
real. The ambience outside was also horrible and it was said that
such places, where there is extreme peace, are the abode of the ghosts and it
is very easy to call the spirits by concentrating, a stunt I perform in college
with other mated only once in my life and never get the chance to repeat it.
Shubham was getting scary and asking continuously to change the topic. Me and
keerti decided to enjoy the silence but shubham was disturbing us. There was a
sound of someone shouting and barking of dogs. The sound was horrible, shubham
pretending that nobody was shouting but there was someone. Me and keerti was
peeping out of the window and were trying to listen to the silence. Area was so
silent that we can listen to our inner selves. Place was perfect for
meditation. We were concentrating hard, suddenly shubham switches on the light.
His words was like violence, breaking the silence of the night.
We made a last
peg, our vision was getting blurred and thoughts intellectual. Yes, I thought
after drinking too much, the things that came in our mind makes much sense and
I also have a hypothesis that out subconscious mind becomes little conscious.
Although I am not very sure about the hypothesis but one thing is sure
unconscious mind is an ocean of your memories whereas the conscious minds
contain only little.
Last peg was very strong and we were no longer capable of
sitting over there and discuss. It was very hard on nerves. Me and keerti
decided to move out of the cottage to enjoy the silence. My heart was pounding,
area was so horrible, it looked like an uninhabited from long time, isolated
and the private property of ecosystem. Also, sea was also not far away, so the
sound of waves can be heard. Sound of waves were like an add on and makes the
ambience more ghostly. We asked uncle early in night if we can go to beach late
at night, he said as you wish but don’t interact with any villager. But now I
thought, he agreed readily as he know that one cannot go during late hours.
Time came to stand still. We moved out of the owner’s property We were roaming
here and there on the road. After that, we came back to our cottage and were
discussing some stuff, I don’t remember exactly. Meanwhile, keerti bring our
peg out and we were lying on the stairs. Shubham was talking over phone. It was
around 5 am. I told keerti that there is no point in sleeping now else we would
miss sunset but he insisted it would be good to catch 1 hour sleep. We were
discussing our philosophies and some personnel issues. It was nice discussion
and made sense only if done after heavy drinking. We then went back to room and
shubham was sleeping already and we also went to sleep after setting our alarm
at 6 am only to wake after half an hour to see the sunrise. As soon as I caught
sleep, keerti woke up and asked me to go to beach. Then we both tried to wake
shubham but our effort went in vain. Then we both went to beach.
It was only a 5 minute walk but route was equally
beautiful as the target. There was long narrow road with coconut trees on both
sides spread as far as we can see. We came across a sea facing cottage where
people are drinking at 6 in the morning. The cottage was wonderful but I think
would be expensive. We neither have the time nor the liberty to choose when we
landed in aAibaugh at such an odd hour. While strolling, we came across
many boards pointing towards something and “clothes changing room” was written
over there. It seems lot of people bath in that beach. When we reached, it was
complete dark and there is no sign of sun rise. We were sitting on the bench
and admiring the beauty of the creator and its creation.
Me at Varsoli beach
After few minutes, people came for a morning walk
over there. We came to know after 5 minutes that this beach is known for sun
set and not sun rise as it is in the opposite direction. Still the view was