"15 years ago, you should've seen Goa - it was actual Susegaad... things are different now man." This is what Patrick said to me as he drove me on his scooter from his hotel to my friend's hotel; I had my big suitcase in my lap while I saw Goa fly past me.
"We would walk in the fields, go fishing, people would pay when they liked, sleep when they liked... it was really nice. I don't know what you guys do in Bombay..."
"Work all day, no time for sunlight, no time for the waves, no time to spend the money, more money than is needed and everything is expensive there...".
A cabbie by the name of Ashok who drove me from Ashwem to Mapusa was saying the same stuff... "Every 5 minutes you have a traffic light, no place to walk... people from Goa can never live there and you guys can never live here."
An unknown semi-American dude told me, "Man, I was with my friends from Bombay the other day, they are just so adverse."
Ravi, the clothes salesman told me as we sipped on chai while seated on the stony floor, "You see this tree, this was a sapling when I put up my stall and I thought what's the use of cutting it... see how big it has become now." (He was speaking about a 3 year young coconut tree). "And you see that one, that is at least 7 years old."
I sat on the rocks at 7 am on my last day at Goa and I watched a few crabs hurry about.
I saw a bright orange and green comet/ shooting star as big as the moon one night.
I saw clouds merge over my head.
I saw a storm gather over the ocean in the distant.
And I said to myself, what a wonderful world it is, wasted as we stay in our concrete confines.
"We would walk in the fields, go fishing, people would pay when they liked, sleep when they liked... it was really nice. I don't know what you guys do in Bombay..."
"Work all day, no time for sunlight, no time for the waves, no time to spend the money, more money than is needed and everything is expensive there...".
A cabbie by the name of Ashok who drove me from Ashwem to Mapusa was saying the same stuff... "Every 5 minutes you have a traffic light, no place to walk... people from Goa can never live there and you guys can never live here."
An unknown semi-American dude told me, "Man, I was with my friends from Bombay the other day, they are just so adverse."
Ravi, the clothes salesman told me as we sipped on chai while seated on the stony floor, "You see this tree, this was a sapling when I put up my stall and I thought what's the use of cutting it... see how big it has become now." (He was speaking about a 3 year young coconut tree). "And you see that one, that is at least 7 years old."
I sat on the rocks at 7 am on my last day at Goa and I watched a few crabs hurry about.
I saw a bright orange and green comet/ shooting star as big as the moon one night.
I saw clouds merge over my head.
I saw a storm gather over the ocean in the distant.
And I said to myself, what a wonderful world it is, wasted as we stay in our concrete confines.
