Goa was so, so awesome. I have returned, the colour of a nice, ripe coconut (as opposed to the milk coffee colour I had earlier thanks to too many days of staring at the computer and too many nights of drinking till the wee sma's). I'm also very proudly displaying to anyone who will look, a very very faint bikini line--just in case, you know, anyone didn't know I went off on a fabulous beach holiday.
Well, duh, of course there were ointment-flies. No ointment is complete without ointment flies, no? Firstly, I missed JC a whole big lot. Like missed him missed him. Like oh-my-god-I've-just-broken-up-with-someone missed him. Only, we spoke every day and I tried to be on MSN at least for 15 minutes so we could chat so I wasn't broken up but it felt like I was without someone I loved and it was a really, really weird feeling. If I have to describe it (and it's hard to get it into words, but hey, that is my job after all) I'd say it was like being homesick for someone. Yeah, pretty much that. Also, being on my own in Goa and yet not single, was a very new thing. I was with my friend Ira, who IS single and was having a fabulous time getting her mojo on and moonlit walks on the beach and so on, and I was the one reading or looking into the distance or holding the handbags (so as not to be a kabab mein haddi, you know, good friend etc) I haven't been the handbag holder in a while.
But while it sucked to be in a romantic location without the Romantic Object, it was also kinda nice to have so much time to myself. I got to think a lot, and feel a lot and I even got an idea for my new book (yay) and I shopped and made some new friends and caught up with some old ones and it was all very peaceful. (And boring, I can hear some of you mutter under your breaths, but it wasn't, not really. I swum, I read, I partied. I just did it solo or with Ira as opposed to with a bunch of Holiday Flings.)
Ira and I are FANTASTIC travel companions, by the way. She was Thelma to my Louise, Charlie's Angel to my Charlie's Angel, Ya Ya sister to my Ya Ya sister, something else to my something (I'm running out of great women partner movies here). She let me READ. And in that sentence is all you need to know about a great travel buddy.
And Anjuna beach was possibly the best beach choice ever. *self back pat* Not only does it offer crazy beach parties (and yes, they still happened) but also, should you choose--quiet little shacks to park yourself at all day and just drink your fruity cocktails. Plus, it was remarkably free of annoying Indian Family Patriachs--you know the type, they look you up and down and make loud remarks and have sticky children everywhere and swim in their VIP underwear.
We did get a particularly creepy cab driver on New Year's Eve though as we went back to the hotel, who implied that since we had been in mixed company he should be able to "enjoy" with us also. EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. I was so speechless and shocked and SCARED, I didn't know what to say. We were in the middle of nowhere, if we had stopped we'd have had no other transport options. Very not nice though. I hope it's not an indication about how the rest of the year will go.
I actually didn't get very drunk--ooh except this one night, after we met some Brit girls by the pool at our hotel and then we went out with two of them at night and it turned into one of the most random-but most fun--evenings I've had in a while. Highlights include me tentatively poking a silicone breast and then my own to see what the fake ones felt like. (NB: Spongy) Of course, hangover from hell the next morning PLUS a bad stomach PLUS (of all the terrible timing) my period arriving meant I spent the next day a little less like a frisky Disney rabbit.
The Anjuna Flea Market was great fun also. They've stopped the Ingo's Night Market, which is a bummer, but we did get our shopping did. Or at least I did. I went a little insane with silver jewellery. I even bought JC a ring, a thick silver one with a rotating band inset into it so you can twist it when you feel like fiddling with something. And I got me a turquoise and coral ring which is all huge and chunky and makes up for my old rings which I lost and which I still miss.
And then we came back and THEN it was Chrisann's wedding, which is a story for another post.
it seems pretty weird that there is not a single comment on this so far. amd it seems that you are finally back to a bit of form on your writing.
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year to you!
Hey em!!
ReplyDeleteHNY!!WL is rite..this one was pretty much em like and I loved the whole thing..
beach parties in goa again??Oh..wow..!! :)
u haven bothered to pick up my award.. :(
well, THAT mystery is easily cleared up. I wrote it last night, but only posted it this morning, therefore the date. :)
ReplyDeletejust started reading your blog and i think your writing is quite nice ...but it feels like somethings still holding you back and you are not saying exactly what you feel, but then i might be wrong.....cheers!!
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to the book. Will you be at the Jaipur lit fest?
ReplyDeleteyay! :) the silicon breast was hilarious! hope you're well and a big hello to ira.
ReplyDeleteHappy new year Lady !
ReplyDeleteYou sound happy in a freaking long time and I hope you are !
Happy new year girlie....
ReplyDeletebeach party at goa ...coooll
Silcon breast thing was very well explained ......lol
expecting more in 2009
Hmm... did they feel spongy?Funny we were told in surgery they look and feel the same,except for altered(read less) sensation to the owner!
ReplyDeleteGlad to know you had fun-filled vacation.I sooooo want to go to Goa now.
And since you have showered oddles of praise at my travel companionship, I would like to remark that you my dear are truly my Fried Green Tomatoes as well (old lesbian film reference) with that said, this has been the best vacation I have had in a long, long time and I can't wait to go back!
ReplyDeleteIn the mean time i will indulge in the nostalgia of the sweet memories ever so often :)
so goa was really fun i guess...but somewhere i felt u r not very happy with the parties u attend ,der is some sort of unhappiness in the happiness u share...don't bother i often feel such intuitions!;)
ReplyDeleteI'll be there at Anjuna last weekend of the month.
ReplyDeleteCool! Generally, I dont have the patience to read through such long personal posts, but yours made me smile. :)
ReplyDeleteTurquoise!
ReplyDeleteHehe, was just going through the comments here and I guess my perceptive skills have been numbed by the Delhi winter because I couldn't perceive any unhappiness whatsoever in your post! It was refreshing to read something so unabashedly happy. :) Shine on!
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ReplyDeleteHey....I happenned to pick up 'You are here" from a bookstore sometime back & absolutely loved it. I really envy the independent life you lead...
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hey you write very well. Though I was a little worried about the cab driver comment....how did it end? How did you guys get out of that? Were you drunk in the cab at that time? Does it scare you to go out alone for late night partying now?
ReplyDeleteit's kinda ironic...but ur writing is far more interesting when u r single...or when u r dealing wid a break up..but being in a relationship makes u a lil regular...but i say it's ironic because it's d best phase of ur life...when u r in love...and this is d 1 time when u have sooo much to say...but there's still a lot less to say...maybe bcos u share all that u have to with the person u love...its a general observation...applies to most ppl!
ReplyDelete:)))) happy new year Girl!!
ReplyDeleteU must try south Goa beaches..surely no VIP Underwear dudes there:))
gawd! ur post is making me miss Goa so much I wanna go too!!!
you remind me of mia in californication, you might wanna check it out if you haven't already, and that's high praise.
ReplyDeletecorky and violet from bound...though they were lesbians
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year... beach parties in Goa... damn. I loved ur book btw.. i wish more people wrote like you over here.
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ReplyDeletefirst off, i recently read you are here - and i loved it. in bits and pieces i saw my own life reflected in the stories of yours. and thats always a heartening feeling.
ReplyDeletesecondly, new years in goa. sigh..for a beach bum like me, thats just about perfect. and i havent been to goa in a while now, so this made me all nostalgic and siiiigh..
thirdly, i love your blog. i love how honest, candid, out-there, witty and downright fun-to-read it is. i come here to read an update and go away smiling..so thank you!
I've been enjoying your column in HT cafe for quite some time so when I spotted your book in my local lending library I instantly picked it up and really enjoyed it :)
ReplyDeleteIn fact I think my next post will be about You Are Here.
To introduce myself, I have been a somewhat intermittent blogger over the years mainly cause of academic pressures, misguidedly moved to xanga for a long time, and am now back here on blogspot!
Do visit me...though my blog is still WIP with regards to layouts etc. Tc.
GOA is soooo the place TO BE!!
ReplyDeleteAnjuna flea market God hai! and so is Goa! the whole once-a-year thing has to be followed dude!
Like being in Paris all alone
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u writer...and " we did get our shoppin did"..srsly
ReplyDeleteto see what the fake ones felt like...haha..
ReplyDeleteCuriosity killed the writer...