Thursday, November 13, 2014

Waves Enter!



They enter into and beyond. From the beautiful shores of nevermore. Waves enter and they may never leave. For Love is the answer and cure of our creed.
I went to goa with the beautiful love of life. We stopped and sat and talked, laughed and made love in the warm cool sea breeze. Went to North Goa, hit mango tree and had a meal after checking in at Anjuna. Then drove as the gentle pitter patter of the monsoon rain flew at us from the skies. Reached the steed downslope present in Vagator, just to see that no one was there. Was very happy to see such serenity – knowing how I had seen the place previous year was how it still was preserved now. (Cannot be sure about many of the natural sites present across the world – man likes to keep revamping or gardening his natural landscape for an obsessive whim which remains forever unsatisfied)
It was ganesh chaturthi / the rebirth of the elephant headed maestro; went to a small temple in Chapora – which was dedicated to a local saint. There was no one and we prayed and bowed in the name of lord, before setting out to view the ever clear clean coasts of western coast. Neelam driving the scooty and I behind hugging away with the wind on our face. Felt like home…
The waves washed our feet clean, and we went to the end of vagator; till the point the waves were right next to the shore and we could not walk on further more. Saw two dogs shying away and I tried to make friends out of them without fail. Suddenly I see an entire group of alpha male dogs surrounding us, they are the locals and they wanted to bite the two dogs close to us. Seeing this these dogs started warming up to neelam and myself (coming close and hiding behind us) and this is when I realized if we were in between these dogs – we would invariably get bit. I moved away quickly and instructed the dog to also leave me through wild gestures and loud calls. As soon as we stepped away, the dogs bit each other violently with screams and howls coming together.
I was on the edges of my attention. Sunset was taking place and I prayed and focused my attention on the glorious sun dipping under the western seas. The rain had stopped but only intermittently. We embraced and then set off to our hotel room. It kept raining all day long and further more furious in the night – sat with a breezer and king’s beer on my balcony till sleep took over.
Yet the waves kept entering; through the seas in the air onto the pathways of our broken heart ways and everything was perfect/ Mellow and surreal.
The next day got up early in the morning and went with my beloved to the beach (Anjuna) to see the sunrise; everything was misty and cloudy with intermittent rains. There was no one on the beach for over 4 hours and it kept pouring. Curlies and Shiva valley were deserted and not a single soul was to be seen. We were in an alter mood and saw a beautiful eagle, alone doing its early morning exercise ritual, standing flying still in the air some 30 feet above us, and we were its silent awed audience. It followed us like the magic totem that it is, there is beauty and grace in its perfect flawless flight. Looking through its camera mirror eyes, looking down us. We were blessed/ we walked till the end of vagator and back, without seeing a single soul. It felt that I was seeing this beautiful beach first time in my life; never seen the place without any humans – always parties and people frolicking everywhere. My lover and I held hands and played in the water for hours without getting bored. We finally got hungry and went back to our hotel room to freshen up and eat something.
We met our friends back in the hotel room when we reached, all getting up after a night out and probably on a hangover. We went for lunch to Brittos, calangute. We had already gone to Calangute the day before amidst the billion Indian wannabes who are sitting there day in and out trying to get a vibe out of drinking and trying to score some infidelity. We were both uncomfortable and almost lost each other in the crowd also, yet we went to one end of calangute amidst the rain – near Aguada fort and sat there making a Shiva lingam (thanks to my creative lover) and praying and chanting to it. This was a beautiful meditation for both of us and we still did not mind that. But now we were going with my commercial friends to a very commercial eating joint in calangute and I was not comfortable with it, to the fact that I felt like not going there again. Yet friends had already started and neelam too was riding and before we knew it – a big pothole covered with muddy water from the incessant rain acted like our instant speed breaker- we both fell and were up in less than a second. This is when I knew how much like myself neelam was, both were fine except for some cuts in our leg. Mine was a bit bigger so I went with my friend Sumit hunting for someone who could get me a tetanus injection and clean up. It was a Sunday and all of calangute was closed on account of Ganesh Chaturthi and extended holiday. Could not find anyone for a long time and then we did – a new Christian hospital in a dingy area but with surprisingly clean interiors (on account of it being new) with 2 nurses who understood my problem and fixed it in a jiffy.
Neelam did not want to come to get her wound treated and she got it cleaned near brittos itself. We went in and started drinking and before we knew it we were high and chilling. Sometime later we moved on from there and to Curlies. Nakul and his wife also named neelam had joined us and we were in a mood to party. Sat in curlies watching the sunset and catching up on old and present times, rain had not stopped but the sun was partially out. Rohit and I then had couple of “Starfish” papers and started mellowing out. It was night time and Nakul had to drop his wife back to airport, myself neelam, Sumit and Amar started for an aimless drive, we saw a small party on hilltop with the rain falling still and decided we will come back later. Started to lookout for German Bakery but it had been closed for over 3 years, which I had forgot. Went around driving for a long time and it was beautiful. Saw two insanely beautiful owls sitting on some form of electrical connection and it mesmerized us. There was darkness abound and after a long time we ended up driving blind and back to curlies. IT was as if the insane starfish had called us back to the origin. We got the way back to hilltop and danced for sometime in spite of my injuries. Till the time we were both tired and went back to sleep
Went to the Chapora Fort early in the morning and saw beautiful view for couple of hours, with no one to disturb us – it was amazing. There was no reason this was not heaven I felt, we both talking to each other, tuned in and sat in awe and rapture meditating at the view. We trekked to the end of Chapora fort – one of the arms which extends out to the west coast. There was the same Eagle -> this time with its extended family -> All scrounging for food and going up and down near their nest. It was beautiful beyond belief. We sat there for almost an hour in peace and love with neelam taking photographs with her new camera.
This time I entered the waves, not to ever return for I was not alone. This time I was holding hands with a goddess. Intense and Naïve. I wish I drown in this love. Thank you Devi.

Peace and Joy

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