Thursday, January 18, 2007
Goa -- 4.5
If you have read four episodes of Goa written by Arjun, and started reading the fifth, then maybe I can write the experiences he missed. Me, KK and Rakshith decided to stay back from the Old Goa trip which seven people sped off to. We had planned to go for a Goan Xmas party. I called up my Goan friend after the Konkani mass got over and asked him where he and his family was. He said he was at the mass. After I accused him of lying, he said he was at a different mass. So we had to reach there at 1.45 am. We went back to the hotel to get the car. Three of us went to the church, had coffee and fruit cake at 2 am and then went to my friend’s house. They were a hospitable Goan family. Even though it was 2.30 am, they served us the best sweets and cakes they had prepared for Christmas. Around 3 am we decided not to eat anymore at the odd hour considering the feedback our systems would give the next day. My friend’s father lent blazers to KK and Rakshith as it was a formal party. We looked like “angrez” decked up for a party!!!
Five of us, KK, Ashvina, Rakshith, Ashley and me, went to Gasper Dias at 3 am for the Xmas party. That is a club opposite to Miramar beach. A very happening place, I thought, seeing the crowd of people around the place at that time of the day. But we heard no music as we went in and this almost turned us off to the extent of thinking that the party was over
But as the music started again, we looked forward for a dance. Again we were stumped. None of us, Bangaloreans knew how to dance formally. The brother-sister duo took turns teaching us formal dance. We were craving for a break faster this time. Even though I was dancing with a 17 year old kid, I still liked swinging to slow lazy tunes. Kk had a small neat vodka while Rakshith swore not to drink after the previous night’s hangover. The party had mostly middle aged people and very few youngsters dressed skimpily. Mentioning middle aged people, I remember this man dancing with his wife. He had a sleeping kid in one hand and was trying to dance with his wife with the other hand (what ever it means), but he tried real hard not to look “dead” and still could not cover the expression.
We stopped dancing at 5 am and returned to the hotel, happy that we had a better time than the people who went to visit the Old church or the people who stayed back to watch TV.