SUN, SAND AND THE SEA


SUN, SAND AND THE SEA


Travel Diary: Goa

Amitabh Shukla  

Goa to India is similar to what Hawaii is to United States—known for idyllic holidays with fun frolic and parties common to both along with sun, sand and the sea. I have never visited Hawaii and have heard about it only from friends, Goa is a familiar territory having visited the place quite often in the recent past.

Often friends ask me, “What makes you visit Goa so frequently?” Well, the answer is not simple. Let me explain this. I do not have the intention to travel to Hawaii nor have I calculated the cost. What I am sure is that I cannot climb every summit nor do I aspire for it. My summit is Goa for that purpose and that’s enough sea, sea food, sand and sun for one life time.

Can you describe the sound of the waves crashing the sea shore, can you explain the sudden sight of the sea from a distance, can you explain the enormity of the sea and the music which each of the wave generates. These have to be absorbed and can never be explained. As the adage goes “beauty lies in the eye of the beholder”, similarly I can say, “Music is in the heart” and plays out whenever the ears hear what it wants to. That is the beauty of the place.

The idyllic walks along the beach, the drunken brawl between a couple or friends, the child playing with the sand and building castles, the lone fisherman trying his hooks to get an early morning breakfast, the middle class housewife breaking free in a dress which she can never wear in her in laws house. The list is endless.

You just have to have the ears and the eyes to absorb what is happening around and there is plenty anytime of the morning, day and the evening. That is music and meditation. That is complete relaxation and rejuvenation.

Long walks on the road, singing, practically shouting, at the local bar and eatery with only applauses from the few foreigners sitting around, being foolish and no one giving a damn, a fat person trying to fit in a small brief and making a dash in the sea or the pool, a skimpily dressed woman or man not even getting a second glance.  All these can happen only in Goa and nowhere else in India. That is for sure.

Visiting the local fish market at Mapusa and elsewhere leaves you marveling with the enormity and variety of food the ocean generates everyday and sustains the coastal Goans. The Saturday Night market in Arpora gets into you and all of a sudden you realize that the entire humanity is one—Black, Brown and White people enjoying the same music, drinking from the same brand, window shopping the same stuff and appreciating the diverse world of varying hues.

Often I harbored the dream of owning a small apartment in one of the Goan villages, a little away from the tourist hubs of North Goa and enjoy the life as it came. This is simple. People here are on a song most of the time and live life as it comes according to their terms and conditions. People open up easily and it is wonderful to strike a conversation with any Goan. They would reveal all their life history to you and even their crushes in younger days in five minutes of conversation. Trust comes naturally to them. They give you a two-wheeler or car on hire with minimum of paper work, knowing well that you will come in the evening and return it back. The system works so perfectly here.

Afternoons are reserved for a siesta and not even a Tsunami would wake the people. The Taxi wallah would refuse to take you anywhere in the afternoon. He would simply park in the shade of a tree and have a nap, not bothered about the money you offer. The shopkeeper would down the shutters, the housewife would snore and so would the security guard of the apartment you are living in. It’s infectious and has caught everyone. That is determining pace of your life. I did not check with the health authorities, but I am sure that the medical college does not receive cases of sleep disorder in this state. Sleep comes naturally to a Goan.

Over the years, over commercialization has taken its toll and the main tourist hubs of Baga-Calangute-Candolim are busting at its seams now. Too many people, little concern for environment and the young brats ensures that the place is littered each morning with waste of the evening gone by. More troublesome was the sight of broken Beer bottles on the beaches on which people walk without shoes. I saw this at several places between Baga and Calangute  and was an eyesore. Stray dogs on the popular beaches in hordes, particularly in the mornings and late evenings, make the matters worse and forces you to walk with a stick to scare them off. Isn’t there any Government programme to stop their breeding on the beaches?

By the way, you have the option to move on to the lesser known beaches of North (Ashvem, Morjim, Arambol) and South Goa if you want to enjoy solitude by the sea. I would give a tip here. Have a drink from early till late in the evening at one of the shacks of Colva in south Goa on the easy chairs in front of the waves and it is magical with a candle lit in and gentle sea breeze blowing on your face.

The Taxi system too needs to be improved upon. The unions and taxi owners have ensured to keep out players like Ola and Uber from Goa. What is means is that you pay Rs 2000 for a 50 km journey from North to South Goa while it would have cost a quarter if the web based services had been permitted to operate in the state. But the taxi owners and their unions have their say in the government and so far managed to keep Ola and Uber away. “They can never enter Goa and affect our business,” summed up a driver whom I had hired for the day. (April 10. 2017) 




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