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Why I visit the beach village of Palolem in Goa every year!

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Featured as ‘Blog of the Week’ by Goa Tourism Department.

Most of us might have been to Goa before. If you still have not, all I got to say is pack your bags and leave for one of the most enthralling destinations not only in India but across the world. Goa offers a memorable experience of culture, food, travel, indulgence, adventure sports, nightlife, music, festivals and art. Everyone, at least in India, plans to visit Goa sometime in their lives and if you are just about to make a decision, you are definitely at the right place.

The travel season in Goa touches its peak in December on account of a pleasant weather like it goes for every tropical destination. The “Christmas”, “Sunburn” and “Carnival” are the best reasons to enjoy the festivity around in this season! The flip side is that Goa is extremely expensive and crowded during this time. If you are not that hip and party person and enjoy lying by the beach peacefully instead, you can plan a budget travel to Goa in February. An added advantage for the couples is in the form of Valentines’ Day. South Goa is the best place to be with its budget shacks and coco huts as against North Goa that offers more of clubbing & casinos. Palolem Beach, in the district of Canacona, is one of the best South Goa beaches. You could choose from a range of luxury to budget coco huts cum shack arrangement that is available by the beach for a delightful stay. The best part is that you could anytime put your beachwear on and move towards the inviting ocean, all on your feet. There’s a small jungle by the side of the beach which is echoed by the chirping of birds in the morning, a suitable place for trekking on your own. Running by the side of the beach with the jungle on the other side in the morning could fill you with all the energy and revitalize your senses. You could also enjoy the boat ride on your own or ask the local fishermen who reside there to take you to nearby beaches or into the jungle via the serene back waters. If you want to get the feel of staying in a marooned island for a while ask him to take you to the nearby honeymoon beach. You might just get lucky and spot a couple of dolphins in the sea water playing and indulging among themselves! If you are a social person, you can find travelers and backpackers from around the world who are willing to share their tales of travel over a mug of beer!

During evening, the entire seashore is lighted up with beautiful candles that are tactfully placed on the tables that are arranged right on the beach in front of the Arabian Sea horizon. You could savor a glass of wine with the delicious food served in the shacks as they offer a multi-cuisine menu to choose from, while listening to your favorite Beatles or Pink Floyd number playing in the background. Book a table to get transfixed with the ambience and feel blessed while you witness a mesmerizing sunset. This is just a glimpse of a day that can be spent at Palolem but exploring more to land upon new avenues of a perfect holiday is the key to get more out of this untouched beach village. Palolem is a place to explore and worth spending at least 3 days full of relaxation, rejuvenation, adventure and indulgence.

A New Year Spent Like Never Before!

It was Christmas already, and as each day passed, I could sense the gravity of the impending situation more than the fervour of the burning candles and the purity of the scent from the potpourri. Even after countless persuasion from my friends, I had not bought tickets to any of the New Year’s bash that were going to rock the city in about a week’s time. My parents had been calling me every weekend for almost a month in order to confirm my arrival at “sweet home” as they were too excited to celebrate the New Years with me. My school friends had planned a trip to Goa and they were going to have the time of their lives as they ascertained in their never-ending pitch. Every time I spoke to any of them, all I could say was that I was still not decided as to how I wanted to spend the New Year’s evening. Neither my friends nor my family could understand what I was actually up to. But it was something else that scared me even more! The very fact that even I did not exactly know what I wanted from myself had given me sleepless nights in a row now.

I am a regular college going girl and I had spent the last 22 new years of my life either with friends or with family. Until now it had all made sense to me, you should spend your time with your near and dear ones, more so on a special occasion. But of late I had wanted to spend time with myself more than anyone else. It was 27th December and everyone around in my hostel was packing their stuff. Most of them were headed back home, the rest were leaving for a trip with their friends, a few others had bought tickets to the hottest parties in Delhi itself. I plugged in my earphones and started making my way through the corridors in order to escape the probing questions that were destined to come my way.

Furious but thoughtful, I started taking huge steps in order to flee as soon as possible. As I reached the main gate, my classmate who was loading his luggage in the taxi said, “Hey! Where are you headed without luggage?” For a while, his question made my anxiety come to life. I could only revert that I was planning to take a small walk in the park outside as it was a beautiful sunny day in winters. As I moved forward, I breathed in the air of consciousness and thanked God for several times as this question was easier to dodge than the one I had imagined, “What is your plan for the New Years?” I reached for my cellphone and started playing motivational songs like “Zinda hai toh!” in order to feel good about myself.

Surprisingly, most of the arrangements in Goa for my friends were made by me as I had been there a couple of times before but much more than that, my favourite pastime was indulging in wanderlust. I had spent half of the lectures sleeping while half were dedicated to browsing endlessly about travel on the internet. Only if there was a quiz on places to roam about in the world I would have topped any and every exam that I would have written. But unfortunately, we are taught only a few subjects, especially the ones that get us jobs. How about getting a life but a job? Quite difficult to answer in this seemingly deceptive world that values money and security above all. I had been reading stories about some unbelievably great startups and geniuses that were shaping the future of mankind.

Yet unbelievably I had given in to the systems and norms around me. The feeling of being trapped by the dogma seemed to exacerbate as I took restless steps on the road that led to nowhere, in thoughts and reality. I came across the dhaba on the other side of the street, where I had spent almost two years now, with my friends, having tea and chit-chatting, doing nothing. Today, I felt like having a cup of tea to beat the chill in solitude as I pondered hard about life. “Bhaiya! Ek chai aur maggi dena,” I said as I looked for the corner place to have a seat. In a couple of minutes, a huge crowd of students approached the tea stall and started placing orders of maggi and tea in volumes.

The only guy, who maintained the dhaba, acceded to their requests and served them with utter patience. His smile was as warm as the tea. Unperturbed by the chaos that the huge rush caused all the time he would always stay chirpy and optimistic. He had aspired to scale up for long and had resolved to inaugurate another tea stall next year. I could gather this from overhearing the conversations he used to have with his regular customers. He said he just loved preparing tea and serving it to people and though he had a choice of driving a taxi in Dubai and making more money he chose not to take that up. He loved his country, his people, and above all, he loved what he did.

I reached for my cellphone again, to change the song, as the motivational playlist had played for long. The moment my screen came to life, it got loaded with bulk WhatsApp messages. As I kept sliding my thumb towards the right, while still on the screen, to kill the notifications, one of them caught my attention. A travel app had just asked me, “Where are you travelling this New Year?” The train of thought came to a lull as I glanced upon it and then read it almost thrice. Without giving another thought, I got up and started running back towards my hostel.

I was happy as I knew what I was going to do this New Years. I packed my backpack by putting in all the stuff that I needed and booked my tickets to Mussoorie online. I boarded the late evening bus and with all the hopes up left for a place where I could get lost in the eternity of the Great Himalayas. If Ruskin Bond would have known me, he would have loved me for sure!

Two days had passed and I still could not get enough of the beautiful place Mussoorie was! It was just perfect with the clouds abound and temperatures that formed captivating smoke while I spoke. Winters had fascinated me since childhood, but living all on my own on a hill station, with a silence that stretched to infinity, was once in a lifetime kind of an experience for me.

But something even more fascinating had happened! I had met a woman from New Zealand during the dinner buffet at my place of abode for these two days. She had promised to see me again at the Little Llama café today. I wanted to talk to her and know more about her as she was a solo traveller and had held me captive with her extraordinary tales of travel the other day. Being in my regular rather ordinary environment I had never come across such a personality. She was in her mid-thirties, charming and elegant, her eyes spoke volumes about her maturity as they seemed to be wrinkled around the corners. She had an aura of optimism and exuberance. She had straight blonde hair and blue eyes. She would wear kurta, afghani salwar and a pahadi topi to look like someone just from the hills.

Little Llama Cafe, Mussoorie

I reached the Little Llama café before time and waited for her. I ordered the delicious food out there and her favourite burger as a token of my love to make her smile. She was just on time and impressed me even more with her punctuality and the fact that she had lived up to her promise. Where do you plan to travel next? I enquired in an innocuous tone. “I will be travelling to Nepal in a week’s time,” she replied. She was surprised to see me there, sitting right across the table as she was not expecting me to come over to see her again at her favourite café. I had asked her everything about her travel and life in the first meeting itself and that had inspired me to the core to meet her again. But there were still some questions beyond that, that hadn’t been answered. I did not want to lose this opportunity to satiate my inquisitiveness.

I asked her that being a woman didn’t she fear taking such huge travel stints across the globe, where does she get the money and the luxury to be doing that, didn’t she fear the fact that in case things don’t work out well she is just gonna be wandering alone. I kept going on and on as I bombarded her with my silly questions. She waited for me to stop before she could start speaking. In the meanwhile, she started munching the delicious burger but heeded complete attention to what I had to say! Finally when I was done with my blabbering she spoke something to me that still reverberates in my mind like a sound in the hills. Those words made my New Years as special as it could be, and gave me a reason to live when I returned to Delhi.

I had read it in the books, watched it in the films, dreamt about such people in my mind, but speaking to a living legend reinvigorated the flame of setting myself free in me. All the questions that had haunted me all this life seemed to have taken a backseat. My fear had surprisingly tapered off with every day that passed post that encounter. I had realized that everything I had wanted in my life started and ended on travel. The only thing that had ever made me feel good about myself was travel and yet, unfortunately, travel was the only thing I had been most reluctant to take up. I returned back with the focus of taking this up for the rest half of my life. I ditched any other opportunity to work that came my way with just one resolution – It was just travel that was all I was going to do from now on. This New Year resolution seemed to be much more ecstatic than the false promises of shedding weight that I had made to myself in recent years!

I felt liberated, calm, determined and freed as I resolved to live my dream and face all the odds that came my way in order to protect my only reason for existence – travelling. That New Year proved to be a turning point in my life. It wouldn’t have been the same, had I not decided to spend some time with myself.

The words of the mystic traveler from New Zealand

Do what you love and everything else follows. You can make others happy only if you are happy from within. Think about what you want to own 10 years down the line. It is Ok to be happy with a car or a bungalow if that’s what you really want. It would get much scary with time if it is actually something that you don’t want. I had realized it only when I had started travelling on my own that it was only travelling that I had wanted from life. I have been divorced thrice because the men I married ran for money. But while I live my dream every day I am happy with all the bad decisions I took as they have just made me realize even stronger that I want to travel. Every person has a story and it is their journey that sets them apart from others. You need not be wealthy or impoverished to be successful. Success isn’t measured in terms of money. It can be measured only in terms of the fact that were you really able to do what you wanted to do. If it is travel that you seek, shed your inhibitions and accept the fact that you already have the answer to all the questions and just get going with what you want. Questions are the face of fear but remember that on the other side of fear lies freedom.  

Though she uttered many more words of wisdom that day, her final words left me puzzled, intrigued, speechless yet thoughtful.

Do you really think that Mahatma Gandhi or Warren Buffet are the only people who are successful? They are for sure, but there are quite a few of them around you as well, it’s just that you see them but do not notice them. Although, it’s still a fraction of the entire population but not really difficult to find. Who in your vicinity do you think is really happy, satisfied and successful? Your teacher, friends, relatives?

Much to my amazement, I could not think of any of them including myself. All of them had wanted something but they were trapped in the rat race and ended up doing something blatantly different. All of them had enough money, moreover, quest for more money. But none of them ever seemed satisfied with what they did. Lightning struck me as I could finally think of a name and had an answer. I didn’t have the guts to speak it aloud as it somehow pinched my ego more than anything else. I had finally bid the mystic traveller adieu silently without speaking up a single word. But on my way back to the hotel I could still see only one name that flashed all over again in my mind. It was Bablu, the guy who owned the dhaba, near to my hostel!

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