Go - Goa!!
Doesn't these two simple words ring such high pitched bells in your ears and make your ears stand like a curious pup?? That's what I did to Yusuf (aka Saif). He had just come back from Goa a couple of weeks ago and I was pulling him back. And you know right, no one can resist Goa? He had to agree.
Neeta Volvo - 9 p.m. from Vashi - Booked
Place in Goa - Churi Baba (Hari OM!) did that for us.
Return tickets - Go Air for Monday - Booked
Bags - Packed
Office - go to hell!!
Hussain also joined us at the last minute. He kind of surprised us at Panvel where the bus stopped for a loo break. He had boarded another bus which also managed to reach Panvel by the same time we were there. He woke Saif from sleep who thought he was dreaming. Nice dreamy start.
Neeta is really like a Neetabai. No concern for time. It took us 14 nauseating hours to reach Goa. Bitch! like her. She still survives because people at times don't have a choice than to ride her ;-)
As we stepped out of the bus at Mapusa, we had Kings waiting for us. Kings the beer which makes Goa so much fun. Our Goa trip was loaded with Beer, Crab/Prawns/Fish, clubbing and sleep. We were put up at Baga very close to Tito's. Our day used to start by afternoon and night used to be early mornings.
Okay, now coming to the spooky bit. I cant make my writing scary for nuts, wonder how I am going to narrate the spooky bit without sounding funny. Phew!
It was 2nd October. A Sunday. The third day of our stay in Goa. And yea, we had Gandhiji for company. It was a DRY DAY. So obviously we weren't drunk. So that takes care of any arguments that will lead to say that we were drunk when Hussain was spooked.
We went to fort Aguada at about 5 pm that day. It was an excellent ride on our bikes, watching the sun set into the sea, standing by the light house and having a smoke. We had a nice peaceful time there. We left and on the way saw this 16th century St.Andrews Church. Saif, wanted us to see it as he had been there last time and liked the place. I never feel uncomfortable visiting a church but here I felt. Dont know why. It is a beautiful church, overlooking the sea. Very quaint and uncrowded. The gates were closed. Hussain was hesitant to get inside but came with us. There were these statues of angels on all the pillars and a statue of Jesus Christ (Rio De Janeiro type) facing the church door. The church was closed. Even the gates to enter the compound tightly shut. I just managed a short prayer. I saw Hussain saying 'Lets go' and walking towards the gate. I though since lights fading he wants to leave. We followed. Hussain wasn't himself. He was riding at the speed of say 15 km/hr. We waited a few times on the way to check on him.
We had something to eat on the way. He didn't say anything. We started our beer session in the hotel room (luckily they gave us access to booze here). By 12 am we could see crowd trickling into Baga. We went picked up whiskey and some more beer and drank till about 2 am. We decided to go to the beach. It was pitch dark. There were people in the beach, far and spread. We were like 10 - 15 meters away from the waves when Hussain asks, who is this fourth guy with us. We were 3. Saif and I looked at each other and also around to see who is it. He pointed towards the left saying who is this walking with us. We told him to stop it and thought may be its the booze. He was like I can see him and pointed towards the bush. Its here he recalled that back at the church he heard a voice telling him 'Hussain get out of here, NOW'. He said it has never happened to him all his life. It was kind of very clear right in his ears, he said. This now drained all our booze in an instant. Just then, a wave appeared on nowhere and kind of pulled me by my legs. I just let my slipper go. This left me stunned. I had heard a lot of stories about unnatural happenings in Goa and I really didn't want to be a part of any.We thought, it would be nice to go back to our room. I rushed to my bike and for no apparent reason it refused to start. I was cold but I pushed it all the way, looking around to thwart any attack ;-).
I don't know what to conclude but it was one freaky night.
Check this picture I took at the church, but I never saw this statue of a soldier saluting something looking away from the church. Kind of weird.
Doesn't these two simple words ring such high pitched bells in your ears and make your ears stand like a curious pup?? That's what I did to Yusuf (aka Saif). He had just come back from Goa a couple of weeks ago and I was pulling him back. And you know right, no one can resist Goa? He had to agree.
Neeta Volvo - 9 p.m. from Vashi - Booked
Place in Goa - Churi Baba (Hari OM!) did that for us.
Return tickets - Go Air for Monday - Booked
Bags - Packed
Office - go to hell!!
Hussain also joined us at the last minute. He kind of surprised us at Panvel where the bus stopped for a loo break. He had boarded another bus which also managed to reach Panvel by the same time we were there. He woke Saif from sleep who thought he was dreaming. Nice dreamy start.
Neeta is really like a Neetabai. No concern for time. It took us 14 nauseating hours to reach Goa. Bitch! like her. She still survives because people at times don't have a choice than to ride her ;-)
As we stepped out of the bus at Mapusa, we had Kings waiting for us. Kings the beer which makes Goa so much fun. Our Goa trip was loaded with Beer, Crab/Prawns/Fish, clubbing and sleep. We were put up at Baga very close to Tito's. Our day used to start by afternoon and night used to be early mornings.
Okay, now coming to the spooky bit. I cant make my writing scary for nuts, wonder how I am going to narrate the spooky bit without sounding funny. Phew!
It was 2nd October. A Sunday. The third day of our stay in Goa. And yea, we had Gandhiji for company. It was a DRY DAY. So obviously we weren't drunk. So that takes care of any arguments that will lead to say that we were drunk when Hussain was spooked.
We went to fort Aguada at about 5 pm that day. It was an excellent ride on our bikes, watching the sun set into the sea, standing by the light house and having a smoke. We had a nice peaceful time there. We left and on the way saw this 16th century St.Andrews Church. Saif, wanted us to see it as he had been there last time and liked the place. I never feel uncomfortable visiting a church but here I felt. Dont know why. It is a beautiful church, overlooking the sea. Very quaint and uncrowded. The gates were closed. Hussain was hesitant to get inside but came with us. There were these statues of angels on all the pillars and a statue of Jesus Christ (Rio De Janeiro type) facing the church door. The church was closed. Even the gates to enter the compound tightly shut. I just managed a short prayer. I saw Hussain saying 'Lets go' and walking towards the gate. I though since lights fading he wants to leave. We followed. Hussain wasn't himself. He was riding at the speed of say 15 km/hr. We waited a few times on the way to check on him.
We had something to eat on the way. He didn't say anything. We started our beer session in the hotel room (luckily they gave us access to booze here). By 12 am we could see crowd trickling into Baga. We went picked up whiskey and some more beer and drank till about 2 am. We decided to go to the beach. It was pitch dark. There were people in the beach, far and spread. We were like 10 - 15 meters away from the waves when Hussain asks, who is this fourth guy with us. We were 3. Saif and I looked at each other and also around to see who is it. He pointed towards the left saying who is this walking with us. We told him to stop it and thought may be its the booze. He was like I can see him and pointed towards the bush. Its here he recalled that back at the church he heard a voice telling him 'Hussain get out of here, NOW'. He said it has never happened to him all his life. It was kind of very clear right in his ears, he said. This now drained all our booze in an instant. Just then, a wave appeared on nowhere and kind of pulled me by my legs. I just let my slipper go. This left me stunned. I had heard a lot of stories about unnatural happenings in Goa and I really didn't want to be a part of any.We thought, it would be nice to go back to our room. I rushed to my bike and for no apparent reason it refused to start. I was cold but I pushed it all the way, looking around to thwart any attack ;-).
I don't know what to conclude but it was one freaky night.
Check this picture I took at the church, but I never saw this statue of a soldier saluting something looking away from the church. Kind of weird.
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| Sunset |
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| The St. Andrew Church |
