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Raghu’s smack on my head brought me back; the five cigarettes I had bought were in ashes. I needed more; Raghu bought them for me.
“So what’s up?” Shashank asked.
“Let’s go out for New Year’s… out of town I mean,” I said.
“Wow, someone seems liberated,” Raghu chuckled.
“Have you guys noticed that all of us are single?” I said.
“Ya, but where do we go?” Shashank asked.
“Any place full of girls, booze and dope,” Raghu said excitedly.
“Bangkok!” Shashank said
“Bali, Bali, Bali,” Raghu insisted.
“Goa,” I said.
After an hour, when almost each and every country in the world had been suggested, we finally locked down on Goa.
Goa. The sight of sun setting in the sea and its yellowish orange light lighting up the white sand beach already glamorised by bare imported human bodies was enough to take away one’s worries, for a while at least.
Trinity, a tent suite resort, spread over sprawling fifty acres of land shared a two-feet white compound wall with the whitest of sands of Ashwem beach. The only reason we got the last minute reservation was my dad’s friendship with its owner Mr Charan Awesome. Yes his last name was ‘Awesome’ . I had laughed my lungs out the first time I had heard of him. But the man by all means deserved his last name. He literally was a younger version of cricketer Imran Khan. He was six-feet-three and had neck length grey curly hair. His fair skin was tanned by all the fun and heat endowed upon him by Goa. His light blue eyes twinkled behind the rimless glasses and lean well-worked-out body was any girl’s dream.
“Hi...” I said not sure if I should call him uncle.
“Hey, hi…” he said in a very cheerful voice and shook my hand. “Tell me how can I help you?”
“I’m Arjun Kulkarni,” I said hoping he would remember his conversation with my dad.
“Oh yes, Arjun... how are you, buddy?” he said and whistled out to a guy and gestured him to get the keys. “Number one,” he yelled, “How’s Arvind?”
“He’s fine,” I said.
“It’s the best room I have here. You are going to love it,” he said as he walked us across the white sand to our tent.
“I’m really thankful to you for letting us in on such a short...”
He cut me short.
“Oh skip the formalities, buddy. Your dad and I are school time gotis, ” he said handing me the card to the room. “Just have fun, I’ll be happy,” he smiled.
“Thanks.” Shashank said.
Anyway, boys, let me wrap a few things up then we’ll have dinner together?”
“Sure, thanks,” I said.
“Here, take these.” He pulled a cigarette box full of joints from his pocket and handed it to me. “Have fun,” he winked at me and left.
The ‘tent’ was a twenty by twenty room with wooden flooring. A huge round bed big enough for five people and covered by drapes suspended from the ceiling occupied the centre. A j acuzzi in the bath with its windows facing the beach lent a view of bare bodied girls. It was paradise for single horny boys. Raghu and Shashank jumped in the tub to warm their bodies. I lit a joint and strolled on the beach, the wind blowing my hair and my feet sinking in the warm white sand. A couple of bikini-clad girls smiled at me. Later I said to them in my mind, for now it was the mind blowing view of the sunset. For the first time in months since my break-up, my mind was blank. I sat there feeling the warm breeze and looking at the sun go down. I took a long drag and held the smoke. A smile grew on my face as the marijuana began to kick in. You don’t need anyone to make you happy, I told myself.
At 10.30 in the night, I was woken up by persistent knocks on the door. I sleepwalked up to the door and opened it. It was the hotel attendant who had come to tell us that dinner was served. Raghu and Shashank had disappeared so I got ready and left to meet the stud. Awesome was waiting for me in the restaurant.
“Come, have a seat.”
He got up
Raghu’s smack on my head brought me back; the five cigarettes I had bought were in ashes. I needed more; Raghu bought them for me.
“So what’s up?” Shashank asked.
“Let’s go out for New Year’s… out of town I mean,” I said.
“Wow, someone seems liberated,” Raghu chuckled.
“Have you guys noticed that all of us are single?” I said.
“Ya, but where do we go?” Shashank asked.
“Any place full of girls, booze and dope,” Raghu said excitedly.
“Bangkok!” Shashank said
“Bali, Bali, Bali,” Raghu insisted.
“Goa,” I said.
After an hour, when almost each and every country in the world had been suggested, we finally locked down on Goa.
Goa. The sight of sun setting in the sea and its yellowish orange light lighting up the white sand beach already glamorised by bare imported human bodies was enough to take away one’s worries, for a while at least.
Trinity, a tent suite resort, spread over sprawling fifty acres of land shared a two-feet white compound wall with the whitest of sands of Ashwem beach. The only reason we got the last minute reservation was my dad’s friendship with its owner Mr Charan Awesome. Yes his last name was ‘Awesome’ . I had laughed my lungs out the first time I had heard of him. But the man by all means deserved his last name. He literally was a younger version of cricketer Imran Khan. He was six-feet-three and had neck length grey curly hair. His fair skin was tanned by all the fun and heat endowed upon him by Goa. His light blue eyes twinkled behind the rimless glasses and lean well-worked-out body was any girl’s dream.
“Hi...” I said not sure if I should call him uncle.
“Hey, hi…” he said in a very cheerful voice and shook my hand. “Tell me how can I help you?”
“I’m Arjun Kulkarni,” I said hoping he would remember his conversation with my dad.
“Oh yes, Arjun... how are you, buddy?” he said and whistled out to a guy and gestured him to get the keys. “Number one,” he yelled, “How’s Arvind?”
“He’s fine,” I said.
“It’s the best room I have here. You are going to love it,” he said as he walked us across the white sand to our tent.
“I’m really thankful to you for letting us in on such a short...”
He cut me short.
“Oh skip the formalities, buddy. Your dad and I are school time gotis, ” he said handing me the card to the room. “Just have fun, I’ll be happy,” he smiled.
“Thanks.” Shashank said.
Anyway, boys, let me wrap a few things up then we’ll have dinner together?”
“Sure, thanks,” I said.
“Here, take these.” He pulled a cigarette box full of joints from his pocket and handed it to me. “Have fun,” he winked at me and left.
The ‘tent’ was a twenty by twenty room with wooden flooring. A huge round bed big enough for five people and covered by drapes suspended from the ceiling occupied the centre. A j acuzzi in the bath with its windows facing the beach lent a view of bare bodied girls. It was paradise for single horny boys. Raghu and Shashank jumped in the tub to warm their bodies. I lit a joint and strolled on the beach, the wind blowing my hair and my feet sinking in the warm white sand. A couple of bikini-clad girls smiled at me. Later I said to them in my mind, for now it was the mind blowing view of the sunset. For the first time in months since my break-up, my mind was blank. I sat there feeling the warm breeze and looking at the sun go down. I took a long drag and held the smoke. A smile grew on my face as the marijuana began to kick in. You don’t need anyone to make you happy, I told myself.
At 10.30 in the night, I was woken up by persistent knocks on the door. I sleepwalked up to the door and opened it. It was the hotel attendant who had come to tell us that dinner was served. Raghu and Shashank had disappeared so I got ready and left to meet the stud. Awesome was waiting for me in the restaurant.
“Come, have a seat.”
He got up
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