more WTF moments from goa

in which i discover more reasons to love goa

coming from the city of moral policing, where dancing in clubs/pubs is banned, where you give in your last order at 10 30, where you leave your watering hole at 11 30, and you go back home straight to bed, i discovered several more reasons to love goa.

on saturday, a few friends and us visited cavala, posibly the only place in the north that is open, functional and a whole lot of fun even in the rains and the "off-season" time. tucked away in what seems like an old brick house, cavala turns into a web of music dancing revelry and magic on saturday nights. with a completely authentic "pub" feel and atmosphere, a super enthusiastic and colorful goan live band in action, and a whole lot of twisting and jiving people having fun, cavala gave me the chance to let my hair down.

so back to my new reasons to love goa:
- it lets me get dressed, without worrying about being stared at in public
- it lets me leave home to head towards destination party not before 10 pm
- it lets me enjoy some brilliant LIVE music
- it lets me enjoy some lesser appreciated music like the beatles, santana, ccr, gypsy kings, etc
- it lets me DANCE amongst other dancers enjoying the night and jigging their way through it
- it lets me order my last drink whenever i want and NOT at 10 30, thankyouverymuch
- it lets me stay out till way past 11 30, still dancing the night away
- it lets me leave a pub when i want to, at 1 30, when the night is still young for many and the pub is still bubbling with activity
- it lets me satisfy my urge to have ice cream at 1 30 am, at the nearby baskin and robbins place that is YES, still open

the next day however, i woke up with that familiar ache in my muscles, that seemed like it was reaching all the way inside my bones. and i could only attribute it to a lot of alcohol and not enough water. oh, that and dancing on heels, after what seemed like FOREVER!

bengalooroo

on returning from a short trip back home in bangalore it has dawned on me, just how much bangalore has really changed as a city. being away for even a few months and returning, somehow gave me different perspective on the city altogether. although it will always be "home", i realized that i might never be able to live there again.

the bangalore i have grown up in and come to love and cherish, is unfortunately a part of history now. and honestly, i feel its something that once lost, can never be brought back. the unprecedented change/development and the damage it has caused to the city, is irreversible as far as i can see it. and it amazes me how no one else sees it the same way.

why are the influential, rich, powerful people in the city sitting back and watching this wonderful city be torn down in parts? those who realize it and dont do much to be a part of changing it, move out i guess. much like i did. so actually, i cannot sit back and complain. i can merely see, observe, feel pain and wish and pray that someday it will change for the better.

cooking with heart and soul

last week i was in a bit of a domestic funk. more specifically with cooking. i was uninspired, bored of what i cook (because i think iv kind of maxed out my miniscule repertoire of cooking), and i was too lethargic to try anything new. what little i cooked, was half-hearted. and i realized that when i cook half-heartedly, it shows.

today however, i have an unexplained zest. and that is very strange for a monday morning. i was excited to cook lunch, and i realized that when i cook with heart and soul, it shows.

rat trauma

if you've been following the happenings on my other blog, you probably already know how the highlight of last week was this, this and finally THIS.

with that as a backgrounder, let me tell you what happened this morning. the morning after a crazy afternoon, evening, and a whole night of torrential rain.

i opened my balcony door, to find little stuart curled up behind it. drenched to the bone, wet, cold, almost too cold to move. but very much alive!

seems to me he is a rat with a mistaken identity. his behaviour was much like a cats. coming when he pleased, hiding, lying low, eating stuff, disappearing as he pleased. but yesterday the doors were shut before he made it in, i suppose and he didnt have a way in. so he just sat there getting soaked. when i found him in the morning he looked most forlorn, sad and too cold to move.

i quickly let all feelings of pity and "aww-ness" at how cute he looked disappear as my maid got rid of him. she let him live, though. and i hope he doesnt find his way back.

a walk in the rain

Muahhh

A big goodbye to Anjuna, Vagatore, Benaulim and Baga. Until next season, we shall enjoy the rain!

rain food

since most posts these days are about the rain/monsoon, or about the culinary journey i have been on since i moved to goa, heres something that brings both together.

in honor of the monsoons that have well and truly arrived (and HOW!? :O!), and keeping in mind that i have been fairly busy with some assignments, that have led me to neglect the kitchen every now and then, todays lunch is rain food. easy, healthy and perfect for rainy weather.

boiled french beans and carrots, sauteed in butter. with a sprinkle of home made cottage cheese.
mashed potatoes.
toast.

now, im ready to face the rain.

bliss

the monsoons have been playing a tantalizing game for a few weeks now. intermittent downpours and showers, leave us thinking its FINALLY here. and then it goes back to being bright and sunshiney. but the days when it rains, it really rains. and everything around me becomes a gorgeous verdent green. i cant get my eyes off it.

yesterday was one such day. i was lucky to have a meeting atop the hill at dona paula. as i drove up the winding road, i realized how everything was so fresh and pretty. nothing can give me an insnant high like good weather + lovely drive + great music can. and that can be such an instant mood upper!

on the way back, i could see the sea beneath me, off the edge of the hill, with rolling greens along the hillside. a sight i havent seen in an indian city before. lush. green. pretty.

i drove to the market. theres something about the rains that cleans out the air and gives everything a pristine sparkly look. the market was a delectable mish mash of bright colors and liveliness. everything looks fresh and yummy.

just when i thought the evening couldnt get any better, we ended it with a swim in the drizzle.

pure bliss.

its here..

for the first time since i moved to goa..
i had trouble sleeping because of the din from the 5-hour thunderstorm.
the sun hasnt come out all morning.
its been completely overcast.
theres a cool, rain smell-laden breeze wating into my living room.
i feel the spray of fresh rain coming through.

say hello to the monsoon 2010.

Expert

When your wife asks YOU to check if the tea is strong enough by looking at its colour, you know you're an expert. Even if it is only at making chai.

culinary experiments

one of the best things about moving to goa has been the discovery that i can actually cook! and no, i dont mean just putting things together to make an edible item. i mean i can cook. and well!

very immodest of me, i know. but the discovery ahs been wonderful. while i havent ventured into the zone of exotic and elaborate cuisine, and im sticking to simple home cooked meals (just the kind my mom makes), everyday poses a mini challenge..

will the channa turn out just like ammas?
will i be able to make the rasam as well as i did the last time?
will the rice be cooked just right this time?
should i experiment and make puris instead of rotis?
how can i use the gobi without repeating what i cooked 2 weeks ago?

but the good thing is, in most cases, the experiments have turned out right. and gone well. been successful. most days, i surprise myself with the way lunch and dinner turns out. whats more, it surprises the husband too, and he often asks "how did you learn to make this?" or "i didnt know you could make this!"

and i have only one answer "i have no idea -- it just happened!"

Navhind Times - 24 May 2010

Seen on the front page of Navhind Times...

"Sources in the transport department informed that the number of drunken driving cases is increasing especially among the youth. The youth under the influence of alcohol have no control over their vehicles, which often leads to accidents, the sources said."

Duh...

a breathtaking discovery

iv been in panjim for over 2 months now. its a really small place. i think i have been right around the entire town many times. theres only so many places to see. or so i thought.

until i entered the kala academy yesterday. and saw this:





the nicest, prettiest, perfectly quaint jetty. with benches to sit and take in the view.

sigh. the discovery really did take my breath away.

just me. act 1, scene 2.

after weeks of having some company or the other. between house guests, travelling and having niyu around, im back to being lonely old me again today.

niyu left last night and i have to now get accustomed to being the only human being at home again.

today, i am in no mood to do the chores i normally do. i dont feel like cooking either. its going to be magi for lunch and a whole day of lazing for me.

weather update

the weather has been consistently hot. with a few bearable days in between. a few days ago i read a piece in the papers about how this is the hottest summer goa has witnessed in the last 4 decades.

gasp.

why now?!

while we had a few surprise showers last week, the past couple of days have seen temperatures rise steadily, and taking humidity levels to an all new high.

its becoming unbearable. its so hot that my brains are beginning to melt.

best birthday in recent times..

i turned 26 on saturday. and celebrated what was the best birthday in recent times. here's snapshots of the day we spent at anjuna..picture postcards of how i will always remember this day..

i missed amma and anna terribly. but thanks a friggin million ak, pa, g, niyu and vc -- for the most memorable birthday of all time.







now, to go and tick off "beach birthday" from my bucket list.

amazing sights you see only in goa

...all the better to erm, recharge yourself with, perhaps?

baga on a good day

baga is not the kind of beach where you go to enjoy a day of peace and quiet. its not the kind of beach you go to with a book in hand, ipod stocked with music, and the aim to indulge in solitude. its not the kind of beach you go to so you can be left alone in peace. its not the kind of beach you go to, to catch a gorgeous sunset. because its too busy. even if the sun were to set beautifully, you'd probably have too much activity distracting your eyes.

its the kind of beach you go to when you want to get a sense of how "happening" the tourist season can get. its the kind of beach you go to when you want to indulge in some pointless water sports. its the kind of beach you go to, when you want to enjoy the festive and tourist-friendly shack atmosphere, get pampered by the wandering masseurs, and let numerous hawkers show you their wares.

but on an odd good day, like we witnessed 2 weeks ago, it can make some pretty beautiful sights...

gratitude

for having witnessed a gorgeous sunset. the most amazing one i have seen in a while. at miramar, a 7 minute walk away from home.

a sunday well spent

yes, we saw dolphins. and they're cute.

where frustration meets dejection meets creativity

our hunt for simple, basic, essential, affordable, yet nice furniture around the house has left us severly frustrated, dejected and disappointed. the only good thing is it got us thinking of creative ways to make furniture work.

at the staurday night market at arpora, we came across an enterprising french couples stall, featuring furniture and random knick knacks like frames, mirrors, trays, shelves etc, made form scrap wood. very cool and very kitsch. for quite a reasonable price we picked up a restored wine crate and 2 old school wooden cold drink crates -- the kind one would see in an old provision store..

next, we bought glass slabs, cut to size and placed them on top of the crates. the wine crate is now a decent very cool coffee table of sorts and the lower crates make interesting side tables.

one sunday, we even bought red and blue oil paints to color our coffee table with.. see for yourself!

back home again

...and this time around it really feels like home.

we had a whirlwind of a weekend with romi, simran, harsh and ram with us. went to 3 beaches in a day, got terribly sun burnt, had lots of good food, some laughs and a lot of fun. amongst other things we went out into the sea on a speed boat, saw dolphins (yes!), jumped out into the sea surrounded by nothing but water for miles on all sides, did this crazy banana boat ride, got chucked into the sea a few times, bought 2 lowely summer dresses and felt really kicked :D

homesick

its true. i miss home. and im referring to the goan one here.
my trip in bangalore got spontaneously extended. TWICE. im not complaining. extra time back home is always good. but i DO miss goa.

i miss the birds i hear every morning. i miss the easy driving. i miss vc. i miss chandralekha. i miss my maid. i miss cooking. i miss walking over to the general stores across the street every morning in my shorts, without a care in the world. i miss how easy it is. i also miss how hard it sometimes is.

i know when im back in goa, il probably miss bangalore again (im kind of schizo that way), but i do miss goa. i miss that sense of settledness. which one can only feel at home. the feeling one misses when youre away.

goa = home.

Work

Ello. Had disappeared for a while. Work work and work. Was kinda figuring out ways to make a client tick. I wont deny it. I have been neglecting home for quite a while now. It's Monday night. I'm 4 beers down. Just downed the last one in my refrigerator.

Setting the agenda for the rest of the week. No more beer. Need to lose weight. Need to use the pool at Cidade de Goa. It's "health" week people! 2 kgs.. wait wait.. 2 inches to lose this week.

Im feeling kinda optimistic.

earth to...

..a certain other contributor that used to be regular on this blog, before he turned into a goan workaholic.

please post something before the blog forgets you.

the most awesome saturday spent at anjuna

its weekends like this that really make me grateful for having got this chance in life.

hallelujah! we're connected.

im posting this from my home in goa. yes, our BSNL broadband saga has ended. we're now connected.

the BSNL fixit man showed up out of the blue, fixed our modem, keyed in our settings and voila! we were connected. as simple as that.

it only makes me wonder why all the fuss and delays and procrastination and lack of accountability for the last 2 months!

random thought #2

i now know the importance of mommies, and all the things they did for us all our lives, that we just took for granted. like hot meals at mealtimes, laundry, picking up after you, tolerating your messiness, your moodiness and the fact that they're ALWAYS there.

i now know what my mom meant when she said she sometimes gets tired of constantly picking up things, cleaning up, cooking, washing, folding, laundering, tidying...

HOW do mommies do it all? and do it so well?!

random thought #1

one of the most important "settling in" things to do, is to make the quantum leap from moisturizing lotion to talcum powder. when adjusting to a hot and humid city, after living in a dry one all your life, THAT switch makes ALL the difference!

…why the South beats the North

There is a severely commercial side of Goa geared to the tourists in every way. Mostly in the North. where the beaches are dotted with shacks, with neatly lines up sun beds for as far as your eye can see. Where the shack owners speak perfectly accented English that makes you look twice to see if the words are really coming out from the mouth that is speaking them! Where there are almost as many nude foreign tourists as there are newly wed, chooda-wearing Indian tourists. Where it’s more likely that the Italian and Middle Eastern/Mediterranean food on the menu is authentic, but the tempered down Goan delicacies that you are served are anything but authentic. Where you often see the piles of litter and wonder what can be done to correct the vicious cycle. Where it seems like the beach is a commodity. A carrot, dangled in front of the eyes of the millions of tourists who are lured here year after year.

And then there is the South. More importantly, there are beaches like Palolem. Where the sand is whiter, cleaner and soft on the feet. Where the sea is sea-blue, like it is meant to be. Where the waves lap gently, and don’t bring back garbage on to the shores. Where the beach is dotted with palm trees that lean and reach far towards the water. Where the shacks exist, but are far less crowded than up north. Where the beach is beautiful and inviting. Where you’re more likely to meet the true beach loving tourist, and not the trashy in-a-trance tourist. Where Cafreal, Sorpotel and Vindaloo is the real deal. Where the beach experience is mellow, serene and perfect. Where you can soak up the sun, the sand and sea, or just lie back with a book. Unperturbed by loud music, chattering crowds, the sounds of high speed sea sport, hawkers and sales talk. Where you’d love to go every chance you get.

Palolem is roughly a 2 hour drive from Panjim. And if you bike it down like we did, the drive can be beautiful for the senses but a pain in the ass. But the view of the sea on reaching Palolem, quite makes up for it all.

It’s true, the south and the north are poles apart. Palolem is more like a quaint village, with a shanty market area leading into the beach. Somehow this is more appealing than the drive up to some of the beaches in the north. Firstly, Palolem is a smaller beach, and slightly cut off from the open sea, as it is a little curved. Perhaps this is why the waves are gentler, smaller and make the sea far more suitable for swimming. I found myself quite peacefully swimming far out into the ocean, without really feeling at sea! On a good day, if the sunshine is just right, the rocky edges make for a good snorkeling experience. Otherwise Palolem is the perfect beach to spend a day, alternating between swimming, relaxing in the shade with a chilled drink, and kicking your legs back. Take in the blue view, read a book, listen to music, spend some quality time alone – Palolem is apt for it all!

We stumbled into a shack called The Big Fish, quite by accident, because we happened to enter the beach through their access way. And once we had hit the sea, we were too lazy to move around and find a better shack. Big Fish wasn’t all bad though. Despite lazy, slow service, the food was good. Thankfully the beach and the sea more than made up for the service that really made us feel like the shack owners were doing us a favor by entertaining us!

So it was a day well spent for me. A nice early morning drive, when the sun isn’t fully out as yet. A gorgeous beach. Some great swimming. Decent food. Some much needed peace and quiet. A lovely bowl of fresh fruit and ice cream to end it all. And a peaceful drive back to Panjim. None of which I could have done in the beaches of the North.

To Palolem and back. All in a day. The best way to spend a Sunday.

the first supper

this was written on 11 March, way before any of the more recent developments around the home occurred.
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It’s been a mad few weeks. When I was here the last time around, we spent all our time house-hunting, finding the house and then carrying our gazillion bags and suitcases up to the house. This time around, all my time has been spent in cleaning, waiting for various Goan executives to answer my calls and show up at my doorstep with their respective services, and eating out. In fact the husband has been eating out for a month now. And we’re both quite sick of it.

Our gas connection isn’t here yet, because we need an affidavit in the husbands name in order to apply – something that the husband has had absolutely no time to do. Between the pressures of a new job, making a difference by spending extra hours at the office, drinking umpteen beers and eating out, he hasn’t been left with much time for anything else.

To cut a long story short, we haven’t started cooking at home as yet. Even though the kitchen has been cleaned up, rearranged, and the boxes with all my kitchen essentials almost fully unpacked!

But last night we decided to make do at home, and have our very first “home cooked meal” at the nest. On the menu was: beer, roasted cashew nuts, grilled cheese toasts, and chips if you felt like it.

I went to the supermarket earlier in the evening and we picked up some cheese slices, tomato-olive sandwich spread (which I instantly knew only I would enjoy more than the husband), Goan bread (which is an interesting variety of the Bombay pav – same texture and feel, in a different shape – and I loved it!), hot and sweet tomato ketchup, and a whole 24-pack carton of Tuborgs (FOR 19 RUPEES A BOTTLE. Beat that!)

The evening was spent in quiet solitude, being with each other, sharing news about the day and of possible things to come, plotting the weekends surprise (muhuhahaha!), some essentials for the house that are still pending (after the carpenter we bargained with rejected our call, we’re back to square one!), and talking about how this is the life I’ve always wanted. I’m forever grateful to VC for being the person that he is, and for bringing me closer to another dream.

The toasts turned out fine. Thankfully someone gifted me a toaster (the electric grilling sort) at the wedding, and I had stashed it away for a better day. It was totally handy last night! So while the night was quiet, the toasts anything but fancy and the ambience still a little run down (from all the unpacking that’s still left to be done), I’d have to say it was the best dinner I’ve had in a while.

yet another WTF moment

...en route to anjuna...

developments

there have been more developments around the home :)

the cooking experiments continue. but more importantly, we now have a place to sit and eat our home cooked meals. this weekend, after SO MUCH furniture hunting we managed to get ourselves a new dining table!

last night anand and lekha (in picture) came over and cooked us a fantastic meal. cream cheese pasta, pepper chicken and an awesomely perfect caramel custard. which we were all so pleased with, given the amateur levels of equipment my kitchen sports.

thats us waiting to pounce on dinner!

thats anand, so pleased with his "non-eggy-spatula bits-woody-caramel custard"!

cooking finally!

last night marked the beginning of another chapter in my life, titled "cooking ones own meals". after much confusion, being surrounded by cartons, crying out for help, sorting packets of groceries, tidying up and getting a lot of help from pooja, the kitchen is set.

pooja was realllly nice to come by and help out, give me a few recipes and also go veggie shopping. later she ended up staying and rescuing me from my burnt garlic paste catastrophe!

but it was a fun evening, and the kitchen being set has made the house a home. the aloo sabji wasnt too bad either. and the icing on the cake was that vc claimed he actually like it :)

domesticated old me

washing machine - check!
aquaguard - check!
fridge - check!
curtains - check!
tv - check!
tata sky - check!
bank account - check!
maid - check!
gas connection and stove - check!

domesticated?
i sure think so.

happy brings more happy home

almost like a happy consequence to the little happiness we brought into our living room, we entertained last night :D

first guests at the new home.

and it was a riot.

the company: lekha, anand and krishna from vc's office
beverages: much beer was consumed. and a whole bottle of madera wine between lekha and me
food: chips, cashewnuts, prawns, biryani, butter chicken, rotis
conversation: somehow this always goes all over but never fails to return to the hallowed world of advertising!
the aftereffects: a giggly me and and a giggly lekha, an entertained anand, an entertaining vc and a stressed out krishna who was on the phone for the most part

hello, some more happiness :D

to bombay and back..to melancholy and back..

vc and i went away to bombay for the weekend. a very impromptu decision to go, it was. vc went on work, and since it amounted to two days and three nights alone, i thought to myself why not go with him? so go i did.. and it turned out to be the best decision, because i got to surprise a very homesick niyoo, spend time with the cousins and my aunt who are all alone at the bombay house at the moment.

the weekend was spent consuming happy home cooked favorites, roaming the nooks and allies of fashion street and colaba for goa-friendly clothes. we also went to woodside inn, which was fun, and watched alice in wonderland in 3d.

the point im trying to make, however, is that returning on monday morning was no easy task. the house begged to be dusted and cleaned but i didnt feel like it. the laundry ached to be done, and i somehow managed to drag myself out of my homesick funk and do it, and all of a sudden the house felt cold and lonely.

for the first time since iv come to goa, i felt the weight of being terrible lonely. for so many days now theres been so much to do, places to go, errands to be run, the newness of the house etc..and no time to be sad and lonely. but yesterday, i felt it especially after vc left for work.

to battle the melancholy, i had a quick shower, discovered our phone is finally working (hallelujah!!) and left the house. the idea was to fill my otherwise empty day with random things to do, so i wouldnt feel so aimless.

later in the evening, i decided enough is enough, and if i keep waiting for the carpenter and the handyman and the phone man and the various other people to come set my house up before i step in and do my thing, il never feel settled and at home.

since i cant unpack my boxes yet, i decided to cozy up the house in what little way i could. and it worked wonders. we cozied up the living room a bit. bright yellow fabindia sheets on the floor gaddas, bright cushions and covers, 2 happy yellow light lamps and we're set.

welcome home, happiness
:)

project broadband internet

When we moved to Goa, "broadband internet" was on our list of essentials to get at the new house. We did our research, asked around and soon found out that Airtel hasn't figured out how lucrative broadband internet could be in Goa, so we were left with Hathway or BSNL. Everyone we spoke to seemed to recommend BSNL. Since we were not left with much choice, we decided it would have to be BSNL. And soon an adventure unfolded. One that is punctuated with many "WTF" moments, and is still unfinished 3 weeks since it began…

• You realize the need for broadband internet and you soon realize BSNL is you only option. The next logical thing to do is to try and find the local BSNL office. People point you in all possible directions. One sweaty blistering afternoon you walk around for about 2 hours, before you actually find it
• You go to the BSNL office and on making an enquiry about their broadband services, you have a hard time understanding what the person across the counter is telling you
• You figure out he's telling you that you need to fill 2 forms out – one for the telephone line and another for broadband internet
• You then proceed to ask him for the forms, since it seems that your enquiry wasn't a sign enough for him to hand them to you as well
• Then you try and fill the incoherent, roundabout forms despite the fact that there is not a single place in the office where you can put a sheet of paper down and write on it
• Then you hand the form over to the man behind the counter
• He then tells you that you need to go to the other BSNL office – the customer service kind of office
• You ask him where it is and he responds to say it is "behind that building" (and he points to the building in front of him)
• Ok. You think that makes sense, so you walk over, and luckily there is a sign indicating it
• You stand in queue and wait endlessly till the man behind the counter lazily deals with one person after another. Sometimes taking random breaks in between to drink water, flirt with the lady at the system next to him, randomly make conversation with his colleagues – while we continue to wait in the queue thinking WTF!
• Finally your turn comes and he takes an eon to process it, repeating the antics which you have now become quite used to, considering the amount of time you have been watching him do his thing
• He scribbles a telephone number on a receipt. That's your telephone exchange he tells you, and he says you need to call them and demand that they come fix your telephone. You think WTF again, but then again it's Goa – maybe that's how things work here. So you agree and move on
• The next day you call the telephone number in the morning. No answer. You try again. Still no answer. You try again and again and again. Then you think there's something wrong. So you decide to wait for your wife to come back to Panjim so she can go to the customer care centre, speak in Konkani to hopefully flatter the executive into getting your phone fixed sooner
• In the meantime you find out from your watchman that the BSNL linesman has come to your home and gone away twice in your absence
• Oh well. You decide you'll just have to wait for your Konkani-speaking wife to come to Panjim to work her Konkani charm on them
• When she does finally come, it's ironic that she calls the blessed telephone number and someone answers it at the very first instant! What's even more ironic is that she speaks to the voice at the other end in English and he conveys to her that the linesman will be sent to our home that very evening. WTF indeed
• She waits. There is no linesman
• She calls again at 5 15 pm, and is told that the office closes at 5 30, so there is nothing they can do
• The next day the doorbell rings. Your wife is astounded because you know nobody in Goa, who would show up at your doorstep. Unless some friend of yours decided to surprise you with a visit!
• It turns out it's the linesman. Looking very pissed off that his job isn't getting done. So you invite him in to do the deed. But he says he will have to come back again since he hasn't carried the instrument with him. Again, WTF indeed
• He promises to return at 4 the same day and you give him your telephone number so he can call you before he arrives
• You're out in the evening, but you make it a point to return home by 4 so you can welcome your new telephone into your new home
• Of course, the linesman doesn't feel the same way about having the job done. He doesn't show up
• The next day your Konkani speaking wife calls the exchange again and furiously demands that your phone be delivered, up on which he is told that the linesman has been instructed to do so since incidentally there is another telephone to be fixed in the same apartment complex. You feel fortunate that "the" day has finally arrived
• When the linesman does finally arrive, he behaves like its entirely YOUR fault that he wasn't able to fix the telephone
• Through the ordeal that you've been through, you imagine that the process of fixing the telephone will take an age, so you sit yourself down on an uncovered mattress and prepare for the long wait. You're already cursing the crap out of the linesman for arrive just when you were all ready to shower and leave the house to go get your errands done
• The linesman starts the job, carefully taking the telephone line in through the window and connecting it to my brand new handset
• And voila! That was it. In less than 7 minutes you have a telephone
• Excited, you pick up the receiver, only to find there is no dial tone. The linesman tells you disinterestedly, that the exchange will give me a call soon, which will activate my telephone and give me my number. WITHIN half an hour he assures me. You believe him
• You shouldn't have. Because more than 24 hours later you still haven't received the call. So you have a BSNL telephone. Without a dial tone. And you don't know your telephone number. And you cannot apply for the broadband internet services unless you have all of the above

WTF indeed.

the good, the bad and the ugly...

The good…things I'm really looking forward to:

• a quiet life, with time to enjoy every experience
• cooking, alone and together
• being cooked for
• picking out random things for the house
• doing up the house
• slowly collecting the things that make a house a home
• quiet walks on the beach
• the simpler, clutter free life without the hassles of a big city
• a healthier way of living
• more together time, spent doing interesting things
• driving out on the weekends to the many escapes around Goa
• discovering Goa, for more than what it is known

The bad…things that have made me want to tear my hair out:

• getting a telephone is a nightmare
• getting internet, even more so
• no friends as yet
• the strange sounds I hear/imagine in the house

The ugly…things that make me go WTF:

• the neighbours' reluctance to offer help/advice
• the spaced out people who seem like they never know what's going on
• when you ask a passer by for help/directions/advice, and if they don't know the answer to your question, they can never just tell you they cant help! They'd much rather just look away or make some obscure sound/groan and hope you will disappear into thin air! What's up with that

day one

• Day one began with a sudden loneliness as soon as VC left for work. But thankfully it didn't last very long at all, as I surveyed the gargantuan task of cleaning that lay ahead of me. What better way to fight the sense of newness and unfamiliarity than to start getting things in order, the way you like them to be. The way it makes everything feel familiar. I'm amazed how anal I can get about keeping things tidy and putting things in their respective places. The soap now has a place, the washing machine detergent now has a place, and the sink scrubber now has a place. Yes, I notice how I'm only rambling on about cleaning equipment, but that's probably because the rest of our life's belongings are still tucked away in cardboard boxes and suitcases randomly strewn around the house
• That reminds me, day one is also the day the packers and movers safely delivered my consignment. Almost no damages noticed so far, except for a lovely Fabindia lamp that got a little bent. I hope it's fixable. It's almost scary to see how your whole life can get packed away into boxes. No order, no heed, just packed away. Everything that we hang on to so dearly, the clutter that we bring into our lives, only to make it substantial and filled with "stuff". So the house is strewn with boxes and other random household items, which will soon find a place of their own. Much like the soap, detergent and sink scrubber
• Day one also began with my first real up close encounter with a host of insects. I have successfully exterminated 3 generations of cockroaches (I'm pretty sure), an entire civilization of ants, some lonely geckos and a few wise spiders hanging around he place. The experience, I have to say, was not pretty, and certainly not something I would like to endure once again
• Day one was when I went to the good old Coffee Day I have discovered close to home, where I envisage I will be spending a lot of my time. I went there for a decent cup of coffee, my first since I left Bangalore. I was satisfied. The weather was lovely, the setting sun light, just right. And I was so happy to see the number of healthy campers trudging along in their sneakers, shorts, ipods etc. It reminded me of how Goa is going to be about getting back in good health, having the time to exercise, cooking healthy food, and staying fit (amongst other things..hehe)
• But of all the things I have just gone through, the one memory of day one that lingers in my mind is the feeling of immense satisfaction and contentment. At having my own place/space. Cleaning it up the way I know best. Being alone and feeling the tension. Brushing those thoughts away and coaxing myself into being brave. Day one was about the beginning of taking charge – which comes with so many other things attached. Day one was about the realization that living alone is overwhelming, yet it brings a sense of calm over me
• Day one will be most remembered for the feeling of finally coming home

Goan Eccentricities 3

This one is awesome. We were looking through the menu and wanted to order something in chicken. Well, not me cos I'm vegetarian but the people with me? Yeah they...So anyway as you can see there were 6 dishes to choose from. What really struck me was the 2nd one on the list.
"Chicken". Just "Chicken". Wow.. Thats like a whole new level aint it?


Can I get one chicken please?
Which chicken?
Oh just chicken.
Huh?
Oh by the way are you gona bring it on a leash and tie it to our umbrella?

moving lock, stock and barrel...

...except, in my case its clothes, shoes and a ton of JUNK.

when the husband packed up and moved 3 weeks ago, he has 2 suitcases with clothes, one big duffel bag with some more clothes, and another big duffel bag with shoes.

i laughed at the AMOUNT of luggage he had.

today i began packing. and thought id be way better than he was.

i was mistaken. because im going to have what seems like 278346278364 clothes, 14 pairs of footwear, and TONS of junk. and that includes random pieces of paper, memories, pictures, cds, books, bills, diaries, journals, postcards...basically things i have never gotten down to organizing and stashing away neatly.

its confirmed. im a hoarder. i need help.

hohumsign.. i wonder what the husband is going to have to say about this..

Goan Eccentricities 2

I met a guy today. One of those typical road side temporary shop owners. I stopped to buy some cigs.

Me: 1 pack lights please

He: I dont have a pack I have just 9.

Me: Ok I'll take them.

He: No I can give you 5

Me: What? Just give me all 9.

He: No i need them.

Me: You do? Aren't you supposed to be selling them?

He: Yeah I need a few here in the shop to sell.

Me: What? Isnt that what you're doing now?

He: I cant give you all 9. Thats it. I wont have any left.

Me: To myself (You're a freaking moron. The weirdest I've met so far).