Goa - My Home!

Visiting your Native place is like being at home. Thus, visiting Goa wasn’t any different. The land of the unspoken mysteries, beaches, parties and also the dwelling for the gods, Goa has been a paradise for the most of us. With a promise to my friends, to bring them some souvenirs from the land of beauty and food, I packed my bags to once again visit the beautiful Goa, or earlier known as Gomantak.
May it be the sun kissed beaches, or the temples; Goa definitely stands apart than any other Indian state. Boarding the late night train to Goa, I was all set to release my stress. The mystic sight of the Dudhsagar falls, which are the 227th waterfall in the world, and apparently India’s largest; which also connect Goa and Karnataka, stood tall to welcome us. Such a sight is nothing but a convincing factor of the beauty of our natural treasure. The lifeline of Goa, the Mandovi River, was my companion as we entered the state. The chatter in the native language Konkani bought a smile to my face. The state is also known as the Pearl of the Orient. The Portuguese have been the rulers of the past for the territory and the famous architectural churches like the Basilica of Bom Jesus in Old Goa, which is also now tagged as the world heritage monument or the Chapel and Tomb of St. Francis Xavier which is of historical importance speak of their rule. But may it be the beaches, churches or the temples; the seafood too has its share in promoting the true essence of Goa.
I found certain peace and solace at the Shri Shantadurga and the Mangeshi temples which are on close proximity from the Ponda city. One thing that sets Goa apart from the rest of the states is that, there are more than 500 temples in this tiny state. The festivals such as Nagpanchmi, Shigmotsav, and Christmas etc have been celebrated with great pomp by the natives.
Between visiting cousins and relatives, I couldn’t help but invade the markets in Goa which were thronged with the fishermen, vendors and people like me wanting to carry home a souvenir. Vasco and Margao have been known as the main centers for commercial trades. No luck in the markets, I decided to go on to the beaches, where I was sure to find something. The Miramar beach and the Dona Paula located in Panjim, the capital city of Goa, took my breath away. The Fort Aguada which speaks about the Portuguese history and the rule was my next destination.
Rich Sea Food served in the various hotels in Goa is simply incomparable. Tasty Saraswat fish curries and the fried fish have been famous far and wide. Fish, curry and rice form the staple for the natives of the state. Relishing over the delicacies is just what completes a perfect holiday in Goa. With coconut in almost all the fish curries and chili hot, spicy, and pungent taste of the other delicacies. The Hindus, Muslims and the Christians form the essential backbone of unity in diversity of the State. Although I didn’t get to shop any gifts for my friends, what I did carry back with me were the many memories of a land truly mesmerizing.

The "M " Factor!

I read this excellent post on http://www.myindiareport.in/blogdetails.php?bid=134. The writer had some important points to place. The Factors that work in for women: I would simply call it the "M" factor. "Men, Money and Marriage" ..! Weak points? Hmm.. you cant afford to make statements here.
A scary thought that maybe the "M" factor would work. Its like the wheels of the autorickshaw!

Abhi chalao ya baad main.. chalana to hai!

At last.. I see the end

I waited.. The frog prince indeed got smarter with time.

No time for kisses, he jumped into another pond. Blame him, Blame him not..

the wait..

Patience, a word my self' taught my self'! But dint earn me nothing.
I taught myslef to be patient.. maybe that would hep me relate to people i wanted to know better. But patience also means your giving that person time to maybe think about things you would not want him to. So what is it, that rules the world? Superstitions and misunderstandings i must say..!
Superstitions made by the mind.. and mis understandings made by the same.
questions of the heart, answered by the mind.. will he ever think of me? yes.. he sure will..

What does it feel like??

What does it feel like to be alone? I can’t surely find the answer to that question. There hasn’t been a moment when I’m left alone. Hounded by a million thoughts of the path that I take, the people I cherish, is this really it? My life is outlined by assumptions, is it working for me? Questions lay unanswered. Thinking about people assuming they’ll think of me too. Why not? They may be thinking about me, but the intensity is not seen. I fail to understand myself and my thoughts. Does life work for me or do I work towards making a life out of existence. The next thing I know is talking the walls about what could be. Why not? Walls have ears they say... You never know... Twenty years from now they might start talking. Again... it’s the wait... And before you know... bang! Life’s gone!

Its all about..

If only it was easy to break someone’s heart, I would be the one doing it time and again.
There’s a certain sense of satisfaction I assume, when people mercilessly break someone’s heart, not with words, not with deeds but with thoughts.
Most of the time, the person indulging himself in a heartbreak is clueless as he invades someone else’s thought to hammer the emotions. One does trust, but with the same trust has a sly thought. If one claims to trust, then why does he question?
Trust, a word few live by. Love a word, and merely a word I must say. I haven’t been a part of the either, Love nor trust.
I’ve never trusted, nor have I have loved. Yes, to those who think maybe the romantic that I am, I must clarify, that this love bug has almost eaten up my brain cells.
Thinking of what can be, I must say, that if ever someone pushed me into being a part of the Love Façade, I wouldn’t be hesitant!
If only, there would be ‘one’ frog prince I wouldn’t be a slight timid in showering him with the kisses, but aha! Here’s the catch, if he isn’t the prince, I hope he can remain the frog that he is.

the Temptress..

I guess I am born again! In my last birth I was Dorian Gray, a character Oscar Wilde gave birth to. Born again as a girl who perfectly understands the life that Dorian Gray lived. People called me a coward, which meant I dint live the life I was meant to. Only I know that wasn’t true. When Henry told me how precious youth was, all I wanted to do was to preserve it, and that is what I did. I preserved my portrait which Basil my best friend painted. I dint grow old after that, but my picture did.
I killed Basil with my own hands! He was my best friend and I had the right to. But I killed Sibyl, my love, which killed me in turn. She killed herself, for I had killed the love we had. I was left alone, I thought of tearing apart the picture that captured the youth or the power of me. I killed me not realizing that the picture was actually me!
I’m born again as a girl. A second chance to life I must say, but here again, I’m trying to preserve the youth that’s fading away. Before living my youth, I’m thinking about how I will let it leave me. Is this life or just mere rebirth?
"The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it , Resist it and the soul grows sick with longing." The temptation called youth, just isnt letting me live!