Our holidays in the past were at times short and happy and at times long and drawn out; exhausting us in their leisure to the extent of wanting us to return home. After all however great , rich and lavish a stay home is always sweet.
On journey the beach resort took us through the city and then into the stillness of the suburbs. We encountered silence of the green in its best nature...
The silver shores of goa…
My dad is a Goan, basically from karvar it’s sort of his village but unfortunately he had to leave his home twenty five years back and move to the metropolitan of Mumbai. Although he loves the city and rejoices being a part of its glory, goa has always been special to him. He feels possessiveness and a sentiment of belonging; his affection towards goa is exhilarating.
This Diwali I planned to surprise my dad with a vacation to goa, the joy he felt was most expected but I can’t get enough of the tales he tells about old goa, virgin beaches, buying fish on the sea shore, swimming in the sea, his time at boarding schools… The churches, farms, homes, temples, hippie markets and the ecstasies of his time in Goa
Years later his memories puzzle me, the goa he claims to have experienced is only a shade of today’s Indian beach paradise… I can’t find fish to buy on the beach. Years have bought about development and now I must buy fish from the markets and I don’t think it’s that fresh today, the shacks don’t have Goan desserts but pancakes and fruit salad as sweeties how must I survive without brownies and chocolate... the waiter tells me the dessert are fruit focused as it is on a high scale of the Russian demand graph. But I’m not Russian and I would rather eat chocolate that a banana… so what if I’m a nutritionist, I’m on vacation! …,
The long serine beaches are now a hub for thriller junkies who try all sorts of water rides from banana boats to jet skiing to dolphin watching. Though the dolphins always seem to miss my boat, the water rides look amazing but the safety claims are rubbish with bad old life jackets and a small team of life guards who seem too relaxed to actually help but their efforts are good enough as a small double storied shackle is all I can see of lifeguard services.
Talking to the locals has been a joy for dad as he speaks fine Konkani and I only look about, not understanding a single word. My mums Persian roots have had a greater command on me as I can speak parsi but Konkani is a tong twister…. whats more fun is that the local shopkeepers and vendors seem to have learned some Russian, French and German and try and sell stuff to the non-nationals at 10 times the original price and what makes me giggle more is when the foreigners argue back and try bargaining in hind.
The white sand beaches of goa are all kisses when it comes to the view of the sea and the feel of the sand, all you need is flip flops and kaftans. Bikinis if you’re the kind that love all the eyes…. Goa is in India and India is conservative…. Wearing a bikini on the beach without a cover up is a basket of awkwardness and attracts eve teasing … I’m all for expression with fashion but there’s a time and place….may be a private beach or hotel pools.
Hearing my dad talk about the cheap prices in goa I decided to find some good deals, strolling in shorts and tanks was a great decision as it kept me cool throughout the day. Bargaining is an essential and talking local helps far too much, talking Russian can be the cause of high prices…..Goan’s seem to be fascinated with Russian tourist !…. Sundresses are amazing deals, trinkets or payals as they are called are all over the place and have the most exquisite designs. Tattoo shops display great body art. Skirts, bags beach flip-flops are good buys.
Over all my holiday was a knockout. Colva beach and the silver sands resort are a great weekend getaway!
This time the flying was in the evening at sunset time and a different heavenly painting awaited us to see its glory. One moment we were on land the other above water and in an instant amidst the fluffy clouds. With the east side totally dark and the west taking a race with the sun it was simply awesome. The light and the colours of nature could never be replaced by man.
We landed back home but not tired by the journey at all. Perhaps the refreshing sights of the high above had a secret for our freshness
Taking off from Mumbai witnessing the glory of the midday sun
The fifty minutes show soon ended and we were back on land but this time in another state.