13,Hoka Resort,Nagwa

Are you sure??
Are you coming??
Of course, we are going..........arent we??(are we?)
The clock struck an angry 9'o clock and the night was in quite swiftly. The mild hum of distant garba music deranged the ears.Around half past nine, five desperate faces waving madly at anything that moves faster than the human legs, finally pushed a guy to stop his Safari...and that was how we met Ravi, who drove us straight to our destination's destination.

It was an amazing night and the bus was fabulous.Smoking in the bus and trying to hide it, was fun.
All in all an amazing trip with the beach in full splendour..and other good words..
I'll get back to myself and my blog later to write the full story-Diu.


To a person who has seen micro bits of a world spread over zillions of miles, anything novel just ends up as something fascinating. This bus was more a home than a bus. it had A-H,8 seats , two at a time, and two opposite...so, AB and CD,and behind them, were EF and GH. Next followed a long mirror, partitioning the bus into two and each half having four individual train-la, sleepers. These were followed by two small boxes at the rear, which upon opening showed themselves to be room enough for two.After GH, the rest of the seats were named in numbers and run till 25 something.We got G,H,17,22,23, I guess. G-H were more like seats in a theatre except for the small difference that the movie doesnt run in front of your eyes, but to your sides, both left and right. Complete with curtains, cushions, and a far away lighted back drop, the short night began.

Slowly, the smoke rose, kept rising and rising and then a brilliant idea struck a brilliant mind. Hiding the smoke inside an empty bottle ......Little things with those hidden half smiles that keep dragging the face and contorting it, but not of pain...but just a sly, sense of coziness and closeness with the people you are.

Come, stop two, and everyone got down, had some thing to munch, gathered some cigarettes and got back in time. Next stop, left only me down on the ground, awaiting the much longed for lingering sense of a different freshness that I was waiting for.

At around 9 in the morning, I guess, we finally were ordered to get down and leave the bus..."we are here DIU"...
"where do we stay?" "let's ask someone" "Where are the others?" "Hey!!come back...."
Lots of noises and silence followed a small talk with the nearest shop owner and we found that nagwa beach was a great place to stay. Off we went and got off at the beach.Never sure on what to do next, 5 crazy people stalked the sand.......But, the bags were calling for rest, and we strode to a couple of doors only to find them, carving bautifully another hole in the pocket. We were finally told that at the far bend, Hoka was a pleasant and silent and more importantly a pocket friendly stay. At Hoka...
"bhaiyya, room kitne mein milega?"
"750, A/C room, 150 per person for extra persons"
I still wonder what happened next..coz the price got down to 650 for all....in a room, beside which "a few disturbing noises " shall go on the whole day...Did we care? do we? Will we ever??

And so we landed, in room no.13, Resort Hoka.

The few minutes that took for getting through with the late morning ablutions were quickly compensated for, with the active environment at the hotel, with a hammock,trees and novels.Out we went and straight back to the beach.Careful to sneer at every hotel we encountered on the way. And off went the first quarter, down three throats. The waves were calling and the heat together with the alcohol made us go straight in. An economical meal followed by more alcohol and the heat soon gathered up some more courage and alcohol with that. Off we went, back to the room, to rest, to sweat, to forget the ambience for a moment, to find solitary pleasure in refining delights by regressing on them. A quarter of white rum accompanied us from the hotel right down the mouth. Just three again.... . Night called us out of our lairs and the sun had already set on diu and also on one of us. The rest tried to make sense of the unending beach with an array of randomly strewn stones, with each wave carving them into a more jagged, vicious formation. I slowly left the company of the rest.I wandered into the water, reached the bottom of the sea. A sea that had mysteries open to each viewer, but viewers, had their eyes closed, away from the sea. The horizon is always horizontal here, no matter how far you try ....I travelled, travelled faster than the dolphins inside, travelled in a way that made everything light up. Every inch, each piece of the unknown unfolded in a way that one could not describe as legitimate.The scanty strokes of moonlight whipped the waves to pursue their path towards the shore. But the waves, never agreed...And so, it goes on..
How significant was the sea to me? and how significant was I to the sea? I kept looking into it the whole day, thw whole time, but it never replied with anything more than its dull thud of the water caressing the soft sand and weathering rocks.A quarter of white rum ended the night, was what we thought. But, we were in for more....A lot more

The 9 nights of fiery passion

This is perhaps, or rather, hopefully, my last navratri in gujarat. The land of sweet,blossomed,slender waist beauties gyrating to the psychedelic music and the swaying lights. You look intricately into one and you see yourself,the mirrors, it is. To leave behind something is not easy. You keep looking behind as to whether you really need to throw it away. And soon, a trail of things that are left might be made leading to ....me.The ultra-thin threads holding their cholis in place provide a great sense of erotic satisfaction for the undeserved, for the people who were never asked to dance with anyone, for the people who never could ask anyone to dance, for the people who were rejected and for the people.....who remain, but 'a person'. I, as a person, or rather me, having developed exponentially over the last few weeks, should start by thanking not soulmates nor blind dates, but rather ....room mates. A cold morbid atmosphere stings you to do what you deserve and do what you desire. The shocking nudity of burning figures makes you jump into the fire and dance in a frenzy.

Swooning to the tunes of a drone,
Brightness everywhere, and the moon never shone,
people were persons no more,
Together they made one more.
Pleasure never remained intimate,
but rather reminded of movements not late.

To see, is to perceive.And to perceive, is to make a decision on what you see. And this, is what not all make out of things. Preconceived notions of things that look good and things that look bad are making the ways of the world worse. And to add to that, there are always the reliable cheerleaders ready to gore at the strikingly ugly unwordly things....or , unworthy things,....

As I strode out of the hostel, towards the lab, a sudden piece of quivering slime caught my attention. Over 5 feet long, and ultra oily and dark, it slowly made its way up a small half-tree. It took me a while to realize that such proximity might be my capability to gamble with foolishness of an extreme degree and so taking a few steps ahead, I looked at the tree and tried to think of what could happen next...Over 3 different types of bird species lived over there. And all birds of all types were screeching hard to divert attention and get some help. It kept moving and moving, reminding me of those professional thieves, who know when someone is helpless. Its slow pace, but determined and sly body slowly reached the top and soon, the first nest.The spouses realized that there was only one way left...All the hatched chicks were thrown down on the ground, one by one...First came a stout, little bird ...Down it fell from over 11feet and it never left the ground..A second one, a bit luckier, limped its way back into a nearby bush.....It was a massive destructive massacre for the winged creatures and to the snake, a nutritious meal....Weird are the ways of nature, that chooses to keep some helpless and some, with choices of food that vary from them......to ...me.

Retake: take 1

It's something lingering in my head since a long time and I keep thinking of it and laugh my head off just in the middle of something...To be precise, I do not remember who told me this and when, but somehow it just keeps coming back to me ....

Hokay....I need to start this just like another kindergarden book. There was a guy called Krishna...And apparently, there family was the..ohh-soooo-cooool-type, and so, he was popularly called Krissshh. Now, Kris was about 16 and he had a kid brother of about two years. The first thing of which parents can be happy when their little kid starts walking is that they may no more need to clean up his bed everytime he poops up or pees coz he can start peeing in the toilet. So, it is toilet training time. And this kid was taken to the toilet, made to stand there and then, the parents realized that when someone pees, the ssssssshhhhhh sound might just give him a signal to let out his pressure..And so, one of the parents stands behind him and says shhhhhhh at regular intervals of time and they discovered that it worked. And when Krisssshhhh came home, and his mom calls"Krissshhh, Have some food", and walks over to the table to serve food, only to realize a pool of yellow liquid and the kid near the table and everytime poor dear Krisshh was called, the soudn ssshhh was just to much to resist and out came pee from the little kid...

Maybe, I am not so good at narrating, but this thing just ticks me off ...Anytime