On The Rocks

I just toned up to start on this. The experience because of the significance required a phase of mind to capture it upon…….GOA is the city they christen, and FUN is the trait I would glue upon.
G – GO HIGH;
O – ON THE ROCKS;
A – ADIEU;
While beer bottles cling the bags underneath our bus seats, we decided to gather for the first round table conference inside the orange liner that peeped its way through the shinning sun. It was a great deal of contentment to be the bottle opener or the receiver, because it serves as a re-union /fun trip and also as a flee factor from the trick of corporate life. Everyone had their own know-how to share but only after a bottom sip or a slow drift.

Round after round,

Hour after hour,

Our mind went for it;

Our heart searched for it………..

As the journey progressed the bus marched towards “JOG” …In those pinch of darkness we the admirers of nature throbbed our heart…..We were filled with our salutes, dreams , memories for the mother nature carving its own fashion kingdom in grandeur. The gorgeous “JOG” flowed with utmost vigor with rock as its sanctuary. Some of our guys did craft a vow to make merry of their honey-moon in a spectator area @ the top of “JOG”. …lol?..........The orange liner traverses the bushy forests swarming with woods towards the alluring city of GOA.
Goa , a place overflowing with excitement, clouded with beaches…….with its own nest of outsiders ….The seashore gave us the aura to catch up for a sport on the shore …perhaps sky is the lifeline to record our events. To trip and add much more vibrancy, we had the CRUSIE to bring much more escapade. The beach with its beautiful angels turned the glasses of all our guys towards the leeward destination of “Beautiful Babes”. Night festivity starts, with bottle taking the throne we left our minds to be invaded by angel called alcohol. In those state of mind a placid walk on the shore is worth an injection. It takes you to a celestial world of stars, calmness…..recollection…….plus a few puffs @ 12:00 would steal the show…..Merry, happy for the day ?
St.Xavier church: Admiration adorned my mind @ the great structure that lay a hand on the sky…….. Its beauty are left to unknown words to describe ……kudos to the hands that would take the praise of generations yet to come , for the movement of their hands that led to those fine arts. Back to the beach with a few shots of “FENNY” already acting on our central nervous system, we decided to pick the best even in absolute “Mappu”…how??? Volleyball is the game they call……..we volleyed with that oval curvature ? ………..with alcoholic effect spiraling we fell to the mother earth to save the ball from touching it. Determination...u c……..Then comes a gentle boat ride….away from the shore we viewed with gratitude @ the beauty of small dwarfs standing miles apart………..then came the grand day for the grand bet on the island…………….
With two boats accelerating its intensity with utmost vigor, towards the unknown island…our visit was payed tribute by a school of dolphins…Then a gentle dip into the midst of sea …..To live, love and learn the beauty of sea…..silent with its waves, it embraced the first time jumpers ……..of course few bites from jelly fish for intrusion from humanity…..As the rider went towards the island we saw “THE HANDS OF NATURE” carving its way out in splendor by the image of the landscape…….departing from the rider our hands and throat went in thirst of “B….R”………….now competition for the best among the best bottom sippers…….’Man u…..me…….he……….hey allllllllllllll……….thumbs up”………………With assiduous trees showing their love and way for the visitors we marched towards the top of island to sense and have a high regard for the salubriousness of the nature &morning…………. so much tranquil propelled with just 20 populating those unknown forts , left outs…..left us with a sense of triumph….a feel that we had invaded the unknown empire , fort , light house ……In those light tones a pen and paper would unwind your poetic version ?

In those undulating neighborhood,

I establish a life to re-think upon,

Not alone to breathe upon,

But also to be loved upon……….

The sea touches its mother rocks with a silent wave,

A wave that carries the love of billion aquatics across the sea,

And thousand minds across the shore,

We stood there as emperors ….

To jump upon, to drink upon,

To live upon, to rock upon………………

As the boat retreats from the island we leave a flag of happiness on this greenly pasture……..Our smiles are recorded on those rocks and our love carved on that leaf …..That would serve for centuries yet to visit and share……….That’s GOA for us with the gang bidding a big good bye to the marvelous city with a “TOKILA” shot to celebrate the birth calendar day our dear friend “RED”……..The entire trip took its zeal for just a bet on “BEER”………..and I guess it had served the purpose ?