I closed my eyes only to be awakened at Polelem. It was 11:30 AM. Raghu was clearly visible standing by the beach in the scorching sun. The roaring ocean was lying before my eyes. I rushed towards it. I wanted to assimilate it in my heart.....The journey to Goa had just begun in the last blog. Now The hilarious journey further continued...
The big ocean was trying to remind its existence periodically with its roar. I thought it wanted to capture its encroached area. Every time it was coming to touch its shore and was forced to return. ‘The never giving up attitude’ of ocean was its strength. I was lost in the battle between big ocean & human beings, confused to decide which way I should stand.
“Come this way sir, I have a room next to the beach”, my thought was interrupted by a person. “Why should I rent a room? I want to support this ocean”, I protested. He was puzzled by my reply. He could hardly see the warrior inside me. Soon I was awakened by the call of Alu. Come this way Amru! We all were guided to a narrow street to a hut hanging on a wooden support besidethe beach. Chacha sensed two foreign babes in the nearby hut and gave his nod to rent the room. Pal da bargained two huts at Rs 600 per day per hut. I did not want to waste a single minute, dumped my luggage and ran towards the beach. Soon we all were riding over the waves of ocean. Lying in the ocean, one could not see the open blue sky above. Even the long stretched sandy beach was hardly reflecting the scorching sunlight. Only, one could cite the colourful strips hanging over the red fleshes. Whenever waves came stronger we jumped with the hope that this time it will return with lasses but it cheated every time. It touched the curvature and felt up the peck alone. I realized that the ocean had itself created this gap with its shore so that it can enjoy these hot girls.
Every bite of the food was full of energy, giving strength to fight with the roar of ocean. After the lunch we decided to have a ‘Dolphin citing’ exercise. We all were guided
to a boat. Within a few minutes we were standing in the middle of ocean, searching Dolphin but could find nothing but the reflection of Sun from the waves creating a mirage of dolphin in the ocean. Far away from us were roaming two other boats too, only to have a glimpse of the diving dolphin. After a few minutes of frustration, Chacha Jan and Pal Da could not hide their anger and we all headed toward the beautiful ‘Butterfly Beach’ as advised by them. Some body murmured, “There is a nude beach called ‘Honeymoon beach’ just near the ‘Butterfly Beach’.” Raghu’s heart pumped with a jerk and he was alive with a hope. We were about to reach the shore and Pawan shouted – Dolphin! There! Our head turned in unison. Wow! It’s beautiful! Two dolphins were creating bow over the water surface. We exclaimed and they dived once again. The guide explained his accomplishment, “Not everyone is so lucky to cite a Dolphin. Sometimes people spend hours and return with empty eyes.” We all felt proud of our great luck. Alu wished the God to give the same luck
for Ragha’s lust too. Soon we arrived at beauteous shore of butterfly beach. Green Mountain stranded along the sea shore, rocks standing still in the waves and the setting sun peeping over the mermaids were all there to mesmerize. We posed to capture the moments. Pal Da did play his tricks to arrest the lady's bump.
After a few more shots we were back to our boat but Ragha was still taking a distant look to the so called ‘nude beach’ on the way back to origin.
There was little movement on the shore. The sun was replaced by the glowing lamps in the huts. People had suddenly disappeared from the sea side leaving behind the bawling ocean. “Is it the end of battle?” I took a distant look to cite the Dropdi, still laughing with her hair opened as we stepped down from the boat. "It is not the old Mahabharta." I checked my watch; it was 6:00 pm; an interval time....
