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