Kicking the "A" out, getting the "I" back

Its 4:00 AM on a Saturday morning, i'm waiting for the North London Derby to begin in next 30 mins. We need to destroy SPURS tomorrow (i didn't say defeat, bcoz i really mean DESTROY). But that is not what is keeping me awake. I'm missing playing football and today i remembered a same group of people for 3 times. Kinda unusual for me but it happened. Yeah, i was thinking of all the guys with whom i used to play football back in Pune.

Gone are the days when i used to be fit and flexible (although FAT and FIT are not far away, atleast in the spellings), there is not much running around happening now. There is no play time at all and its getting lazy day by day. There are 10 football grounds within 3 miles from my apartment  but i cannot find another 5-6 more people to play football. Its the reverse of how things were back in Pune. At this point of time in Pune, on a Saturday morning, we would be all set to gather at the chai ka tapri and then head to FC ground to play football. Our football ground had around 20 football players, 10-15 cricket players playing cricket and sometimes even a cricket pitch on our play field. But still the zeal kept us going and we didn't miss even a single Saturday to play against Babban Eleven. Among the fights on the ground and the jokes after the game, we did have a very good football time. Guys like Saket, Tamal and Kashid always made it easy to make it on the ground early morning as i was sure they would be there ready to get footballing. And yeah, we had to remain sharp as if we dont, then no one could save us from Mehdis firings.

I remembered these guys thrice today:

1. I was thinking about playing football today morning but i couldn't get hold of 8 people who could confirm their availability to play football. From the time when football made time for itself, i have moved into time where we cannot make time for football.

2.We had planned a hike tomorrow to Mission Peaks , call is the Sianghad of Fremont. That was when i thought of our team of Mehdi, Kashid, Tamal and Saket which did try our best to get some hard work done at the Persistent day long field activities. We climbed Sianghad but didnt get any points. (I wont mention the reason though). We did wall climbing but it was not good enough. We cycled hard in the cycle race, even though one of us took cycling on that day after around 12 years. But in the controlled football, we just killed the opposite team. After all Football was what we participated for.

3. I somehow reached Sakets blog and read about Tamal and Kashid. This brought back a lot of memories. Kashid is still fit and will always be. Saket seems to be picking up well and getting in shape(trusting his blog). And Tamals seems to be behind me when it comes to fitness (again, trusting Sakets Blog). Now after reading the blog i remembered that even i used to hit the keyboard and out up some bytes sometimes. There have been a lot of things that i have stopped doing. So i thought of getting back into getting them done. And here i m writing a BLOG.

But now i finally realized the reason for these guys crossing my mind so many times today. They remind me of the good old energetic days.Seems like its high time i start getting back and kick out the A from FAT and replace it by I. So .....

Things to do are, 

- get hold of Madhaw, Mohsin, Rohan, Sagar and Yeole and play football in one of the coming days.

- the plan to climb Mission peaks seems to be off as its still raining and doesn't seem to be a good idea to go on with that plan.November rain strikes again. But i will do it soon. Mission Peaks wont be Mission incomplete.

- Stop watching movies like LINCOLN. Didnt make much sense as to why i went there and sat for 2.5 hrs and now not getting sleep, ended up browsing till late... and finally blogging!

- EXERCISE, get back to shape.

OK, thats shud be enuff of writing. The derby has begun and i need to shift focus. Go ARSENAL!!!

We sold our land, we sold our forests.. now will we sell our conscience too?

Now i know how "Gravity Sucks !!! "

“I told you I'd leave a light on ….” is the beginning of a beautiful cowboy song currently set to be my alarm. And it was the first thing I heard on 19th July, 2010 at 7:00 AM (PST). The day when I had planned to go SkyDiving, without even thinking of how scary that can be. As the song, as slow as its rhythm , slowly tried to get into my sleeping mind and get me started for a new day, I was quick to snooze the alarm. “Snooze” a boon for you when you are in bed and a ban, when you are out of it. After a few minutes the song started again and this was the time I really had to get up and get started. I opened my eyes and just tried to get a flash back of how things were last night, before I went to bed. All I could remember was “Flaming Dr. Peppers” (thanks Nayak for introducing me to yet another thing, which when you start loving, will start killing you). But this one doesnt give a hangover though. (now u know what it is :) ). Up from my sleep, out from the bed and here I am ready for yet another adventure.
I was ready within a few minutes and was waiting for the rest of the gang to come and pick me. Luckily I didn’t forget to carry my ID. This ‘carrying ID’ part sucks big time here in US, you need it even to buy a beer, common guys …. This is not done. Am fed-up of the Federal Law on this part. Come to Goa and see how it works there, its so nice, u guys need to do it like us here as well, god will bless you. Anyways I was waiting for Bharat’s call to get the latest udates on the plan. (Bharat was the event co-ordinator :) ). The plan has been changing frequently for a while now and I wouldnt be surprised to hear more changes. But luckily things had remained same. Bharat and Amit came to The Presidio and we all left together to Byron, CA.
Next was the 40 mile drive through those brown hills which were lush green when I first saw them 3 months back and those numerous wind mills above the hills asking you to click their pictures. It was the drive through the village (yes, there are villages in the US) which finally reached us to our destination. (I still didn’t give a thought to how scary this can be, but I knew I would do it). It had a deserted look, a big room and few people who were ready to fly up and then jump down. Lots of hills around, big wind mills, too many electricity polls and wires. I just hoped while coming down I don’t get in between the blades of those wind mills or entangled in to electricity wires. But I did see some people diving down pretty safely, then the trainers collect the parachute and get it to their girlfriends who then fold the parachutes for the next dive. NOW, this fact that his girl friend folds the parachute for him didn’t go well with me. I mean, how can you trust somebody else to fold your parachute. And then I have to trust a guy who inturn trusts his girl friend to fold his parachute. It is crazy. What if the parachute doest open when you are up in the sky?? All that you can do is just fire bad-words, but is that sufficient enough?? Would you like to die by just firing bad words to the one who is killing you and whom you can see down clicking your pictures while you approach death?? This is when things started getting a bit serious. And I now knew what I am going to do.
We then approached the reception where we had to fill up a form which needed us to sign at just too many places. (More signs than those needed for mutual funds) I really don’t know what all was written in there but I didn’t miss to sign even a single blank. After reading some books (skydiving and physics, wfooof, I avoided this) and watching some videos we were finally introduced to out trainers, who would be diving along with us.
This man’s name was Thorsten, and he has done 11,114 jumps till date. I was happy as I wont be doing this with a fresher. He told me that he has 3 kids and his confident we will make it and go home safely in the evening. He was a funny man, very jovial and highly experienced when it comes to sky diving. He saw me wearing a watch and asked me to get my hand behind my head if incase the parachute entangles or something happens and we come crashing on the ground, when I asked why he said “That will keep your watch safe”. He kept on cracking jokes just to make me feel easy. He didn’t know that I’m still cool about this skydiving thing except for the parachute folding part (which kept on coming to my mind). He did tell me about some How to’s, what to’s and what not to’s about skydiving. He then said Suit-Up, we are flying in a few minutes. He then helped me wear the harness and asked me to make sure that my ba$$s are in the right place so that I don’t cry, when the parachute opens up in the sky. He did use that language and delivered it in a funny rhyming way, but I knew how important it was as far as the men-business is concerned. (imagine if….)
Then comes the plane and we walk towards it, full suited up and all set for the flight (music: taranh taranh taranh) and then we enter the plane (more music: taranh taranh taranh). This reminded me of those days when I used to be before the television watching the pilots enter the plane with that pride, honor, attitude and what not. Although I knew I won’t be flying the plane but still, walking towards it with the suit on, is a great feeling. We were in teams of three. Our team had: Thorsten the trainer, Yuri the cameraman and me. We were sitting in the plane in the opposite direction of the flight. That reminded me of Russel Peters “save our troops” episode. (watch it if you have still not). Then we start flying, Yuri keeps on taking pictures, making faces, cracking jokes trying to keep me at easy. He doesn’t know I’m still at ease, yeah except for the parachute folding part. Thorsten tells me that now he is the most important person in my life and that I should follow, respect, and agree to whatever he says and do whatever he wants. And I am like, “what the efff ? You didn’t tell me that before coming here…” . And then he asks me, will you marry me (ahhhhhhhhhh) and I say yes (had to, no other option) He was kidding though and we never got married. (Sometimes, I have to clarify every bit of what I write). I then look out of the window, we are 9000 feet above ground and I feel like I’m looking at the screen on my laptop and opened before me is a Google maps window. It was beautiful. Yuri still clicks pictures, Thorsten gives some tips but I am in no mood of listening, all that’s going on in my mind is “What am I doing here? and who are these fools? Save me God”. Then I say to myself “OK easy, I can do it, yes I will (deep breath)”. Thorsten checks my harness for one more time, tells me that all hooks are fine, tells me to be easy, asks me to wear the glasses, asks me if I am ready, I say yes and then he goes again “Will you marry me?” Ahhh… this is sick but I had to say yes. He is still kidding ok and we never got married. Yuri then opens the door. (Now start reading fast) Bharat is the first one to jump, I can see the look on his face , I know what is going through his mind, but he smiles at me, we both pretend we are all good, but I know the truth, faat chuki hai dono ki, hawa teji se andhar aah rahi hai, hum kya karne ja rahe hai baap?, bharat walks towards the door, and they jump (stop reading fast) Mannn he did it…. Next is my turn. (Go, grab your popcorn and drink before you proceed)
The door is still open, its my turn next. We walk towards the door, I look down , Thorsten shouts “I Told you not to look down, look up”. I am shit scared now, I ask Thorsten again. “man you sure you have the parachute”. He says “Yes Sir!” Yuri Jumps first, I’m on the edge of the door, I look down for a second, ahhhhhhhh, Thorsten pulls my head onto his shoulder to make me look up, I am dying guys, a push from Thorsten and we are off the plane.
Silenceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee………………………………..
Off from the plane, 13000 feet above the ground, Jesus Christ what have I done? Those 2-5 seconds I was breathless, almost dead, the free fall has begun and then suddenly after those 5 numb seconds I am all excited, the fear is gone and I am shouting like crazy. Gravity sucks me down, I shout loud but my voice hits me back on my face, I’m in no mood of smiling but the wind forces me to stretch my face and look like I’m smiling, Gravity still sucks and I’m coming down at a high speed, the ground is far below me, Yuri is closeby busy clicking pictures, I’m enjoying this now, shouting like anything, Thorsten calls me crazy but I don’t care. Its f*&^ing amazing and I cant believe I’m in the air. The wind is kinda pushing me upwards but gravity sucks bad, and I’m loving it. The free fall didn’t last long until Thorsten said his opening the parachute. The parachute opened and it felt like the sky just pulled me back towards it (whoooppsieee), against the laws of gravity, but soon again gravity took over and began to suck. (And in all this I forgot to realize one thing. The parachute opened successfully. Oh man it opened, Thorsten’s girl friend did a great job ;) .) And then with the parachute it was beautiful, slowly swaying with the wind, left to right, turning around, its really amazing. Then suddenly I realized that my shoe laces are open, now who the hell did that? I don’t want to lose my shoes now. If either one of the falls, I know I’ll never get it back. But I was more interested in the parachute ride giving me some control over the gravity. Thorsten did well to sway me around, it was amazing. His experienced helped me a lot. He even gave me control over the parachute and tried to teach me some stuff. I couldn’t pick it up though. I was more interested in looking at how the hills, houses, roads keep getting bigger and bigger as I approach towards the ground. Then he said we will be landing in 30 seconds, remember to stretch your legs forward as we approach the ground. The idea was to land on his butt (ha ha ha, landing on somebody else’s but, ha ha ha). And soon we were on the ground. My ears were blocked and I was like deaf for some seconds. It was a beautifully controlled landing and the end of an amazing and memorable dive. I was so happy on making it. Its fantabulastic. Nobody should miss an opportunity on this one.
Haaaah! I made it. Walking with a big smile on my face, full of pride and a sense of achievement, among everybody whose asking how was it, and bla bla bla I went inside and I fell on the couch, couldn’t make out if I was hungry or sleepy. My head was still going round and round. Man, this was a hell of an experience. Collected my pics and the video, met Thorsten and thanked him for the wonderful experience, a hi-hello-bye to everybody and we drove home. After reaching home had good food, set the alarm and went to sleep. On my bed with my eyes closed, as I was recollecting the beautiful experience didn’t even know when I fell asleep, until it was 6:00 PM and I heard the song “I told you I'd leave a light on ….”

Pics:

http://picasaweb.google.com/itz.pele/SkyDiving#

Video:

http://picasaweb.google.com/114206303683925259678/Dive#

The Departed !!!

If two is company then it’s said that three is crowd, and if the crowd is a group of my friends then i always make a point to be a part of it. Pritam was in Pune so it was an oppurtunity to meet Tilu and Sudesh and hang out for some time. Yeah, of late i meet Tilu and Sudesh only if Pritam is in Pune . So we decided to meet in ABC farms and go to Sheesha cafe to be surrounded and lost in some beautiful Jazz music. Sheesha cafe, i love the ambience out there and the Jazz music too. So left office early and me along with Pritam headed to ABC farms , Tilu was already there before us, Sudesh got stuck in some work and was supposed to come a bit late. We were lying on a cot and enjoying the ambience and thinking of the good old days until it was time for Sheesha to call it a day. We then planned to visit Tilus place and come back home.
But on the way was Yves' house, so it wouldn’t be nice to pass by his house without saying a Hi to him. I swear, we just wanted to say a Hi , we didn’t plan to go there just to irritate him. I'm still confused, i don’t know how to introduce him. Yves is my senior who stays in Pune , or is it Yves is my senior who hides in Pune. He was one of the biggest critic for whatever we did in the university, but we enjoyed it, his criticism always helped us to improve and to better. There is one and only one thing that’s common in us, both die hard fans of Arsenal. Gunners for Life. I gave him a call to tell him that we are outside his house. Luckily he believed instantly (i really get surprised when people like Yves instantly believe in what i say) and came to meet us down and took us to his house. "Welcome to my den" these were his words as we stepped in his house, i wanted to tell him that a chicken doesn’t stay in a den, but you see, we didn’t go there to irritate him. As we entered, his bright red Arsenal jersey was flashing bright in the hall. Yeah its Arsenals home jersey, but i have their away jersey which looks better and i got it for a lesser price as well. And yes, Arsenal were playing that night (they defeated Porto 4-0 that night). We had a chat for some time and then we left from there. I told Yves to come to meet some time but his scared to move out as his bike is Goa registered ( Heyyy, thats another thing we have in common, Goa registered bikes in Pune, but Yves is more scared of the cops than me to move around :P ).
We left Yves' house and went right to Agha khans palace, that’s where Tilu stays. Obviously, not in the palace but opposite to it. From there we headed straight home. The road was empty and tempting to zoom. We reacehd home in 10 minutes time i guess. Checked out Arsenals match then and finally off to bed.
Pritam was supposed to leave for B'lore next day. Although he was not sure about it but was almost certain. His train was to leave Pune at 11:30 in the evening. Now that means another oppurtunity to meet and enjoy before he leaves Pune. This time we met in Not Just Jazz by the bay. All four of us , Sudesh the fourth one. Not just Jazz by the Bay: the service is really pathetic here, but still u can stay there till the locals start singing Karaoke, then be quick to leave, its unbearable. It was 10 at night and still over 90 minutes for Pritam to leave Pune. We entered E-Square next. Pritam had a good time here as the securities checked his bag in and out. When they said they wanted to check his bag, Pritam told them that his going back, no checking my bag. Now that did sound a bit suspicious, so the security guys didn’t allow him to go and checked his bag by removing everything out of it.Now since his bag is checked we entered e-Square and sat there for some time.
That’s when i got a call from Siddharth, he wanted to know what time he should come to the station in B'lore to collect Pritam. Pritam was supposed to reach B'lore within 8 hours. Really, modern day transport system is very quick. I couldn’t believe Pune to B'lore in 8 hours time, but Pritam said its must be a super fast train. So he spoke to Sid and gave him all the details of his arrival in B'lore. Now its was just a matter of few minutes before his train to B'lore and we were planning to leave E-Square and move to station. Just then Siddharth called again, only to inform Pritam that there is no train from Pune to B'lore, leaving Pune at 11:45 pm.(hmmmmm.....) This was followed by a few minutes of confusion and discussion and then the Fact, yeahhh there is not train from Pune to B'lore at 11:45 pm, but it is at 11:45 am. This means Pritam is supposed to go B'lore carrying a big bag, which was checked inside out by the securities, by THE DEPARTED TRAIN (ha ha ha, all of you are supposed to compulsorily laugh for at least two minutes now, no prize for guessing whom we are laughing at ).
We couldnt stop laughing when we came to know about this, three of us laughing our hearts out (which three ?? you guess) and the fourth one (who fourth ??) trying to tightly press his lower jaw against his upper jaw and fire bad words to us. Can you imagine, we going to the station and then coming to know about the departed train, or imagine worse, we dropping Pritam near the station gate and moving back home, or imagine the worst, we going right home from e-Square and Pritam going to the station by a rick. What would he have done then ???? SMS your answer to 9764449198. The best answer gets a surprise gift.
But good that Siddharth enquired about the train and informed us about this, Siddharth is a true hero of this blog, he did a great job. and if he had not done this then ... (time to imagine again) early morning Siddharth waiting for Pritam in B'loreand Pritam waiting for the Departed train... ha ha ha .

Below is the picture of the Train Ticket which helped me make a comeback into this blogging arena after a long time, really long time. 

And a special mention of thanks to all those who were a part of discussion about the title for his blog. Yeah Yves, you are included in that too.

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Goa University: a place from where I have a lot of dotting memories and even thought I am almost done with my studding part over there I still don’t mind taking a round through the campus anytime. Even the thought of going there gives me a lot of delight. Although it’s a bit far from my place and traveling alone is boring, the idea of getting there minimizes the distance and over shadows the boring travel. And so was me, all set to go there on the 9^th of June (that’s today) to submit my final semester project report, although this was an excuse to get there to meet some friends and refresh some old memories.

I left home at about 8:15 am with the report pages (yeah, the spiral binding was not yet done). It was after thinking for a long time whether the weather would permit me to go with the bike as the rains were warming up for the onset of monsoon. It was after a series of SMS giving me weather updates from margao that made me go with the bike. Its not raining here, its drizzling now, looks like its gonna pour, its raining but its bright… they were the updates that I was getting from another friend who was supposed to come with me to the university.

After traveling a few kilometers from home I was stuck in a Traffic Jam (something which is not very common on the Quepem Margao road). It was chain of biiiiiiiiggggg trucks carrying those biiiiiiiggggg metal pipes that had had blocked the traffic. I was stuck there for at least 20 minutes, then it began to pour. These trucks had come from some neighboring state so every body was taking full opportunities to yell at those poor drivers and no one seemed concerned to find a way out. It was clear by then in my mind that if I need to reach Margao ( my destination for Spiral Binding ) then I had to take the other route (goodness me, change in direction ???) which I was not very clear about. As always here too there were some people, who were just there to have fun by looking at all that was going on (faltuu people). They were suggesting everybody to take the alternate route and people started taking their advice and going by the other route. Believe me I didn’t know the other route. So I was thinking of postponing the project report submission for another day, but just check what happens.

There were these two girls on a Scooty (cute babes stuck in the traffic jam) who asked me whether I knew how to go to Margao taking the other route. I knew at this point of time that saying NO would be bad and saying YES means trouble, so I decided to be quite. Looking at this a faltuu pappu pointed out to me and shouted, “areyy why you need to know the way, just follow the others”. Abhi aise situation mein kya karneka ??? I just followed the others even though my wit was saying NO NO NO. It started raining heavily now and I was following a group of people without knowing if their destination was the same as mine. The rains continued to be heavy and people before me started to stop one by one and suddenly at a point of time I realize that, me, the one who was following a group of people, was now leading the group. Ailaaa !!!! I hope u remember I told you some lines before that I didn’t know the direction. God knows where all the people who were leading the way suddenly disappeared, or is it that I’m lost ?? And if I’m lost then why are others following me ?? All these questions were raising tensions in my mind and I knew it was time to transfer these tensions to somebody else.

So I pretended to take a break and stopped hoping for somebody else to take the lead (I was looking for a BAKRA) but the man behind me also stopped. But Why? I made a mistake; I stopped at crossroads, if at all I had stopped on a straight road, I bet he would have been the BAKRA that I was searching for. He asked me which way to go now, it was a scary voice and I didn’t want to mess up with him ( I knew things were not going my way) I said to him, we almost reached just follow me. FOLLOW ME ??? Why did I say that ??? (Believe me, I never even planned to say that, those words just popped out from my mouth). We kept going on and tensions kept rising just like the rains. I couldn’t even notice any one on the road to ask for directions. Finally I saw a lady walking, and I asked here whether I was on the road leading to Margao and she said yes. Haaahhhh !!! I was relieved, and I was happy too, at this point of time I looked back at the people following me, telling them through my expressions that don’t worry I am leading all you people and we are on the right path (but I couldn’t see those cute babes, forget I was not interested also after all that I have been through)

At last we reached on the main road leading to Margao and then I stopped, not to look for a BAKRA this time, but to make people know who it was that was leading them all this while. But no one cared to even look at me. Later I realized that because of that traffic jam we had to cover a distance of around 8 kms (to reach the main road) which otherwise would just be a matter of 3 kms. Yeah we did save a lot of time though, and this will be appreciated only by those who were in a hurry (but looked like I was the only one in a hurry). So next time whenever I am going somewhere I have decided to have a good understanding of the alternated routes as well because now I know what happens if I know the destination and don’t know the direction.

GoWahhh !!! Its “Ill-Actions” time again …

CONG-NCP-BJP-UGDP-JD-SU-RAJ-CPI-IND-SGF… These are not just merely jumbled letters, but they are the same characters that have landed our Goa in a total mess. We have been a witness of all the theft and scams that have been going in the recent past. And now the time has come to identify (identify?? Guess we are done with that already) the scoundrels and kick their butt hard and say Get Lost you bloody burgers, enough of your dirty games.

Politics had turned dirty long back and now it has begun to stink. The ruling part seems to have some guys who have wiped out the word Retirement from their dictionary, the opposition still wants to divide us with their hidden agenda, big parties are financing the rise of more parties, while some are here to play the role of party poopers. Some are busy accusing others, some are busy justifying the accusations, some are busy creating controversies, some are busy hiding controversies, some are busy trying to add more family members in the assembly, some are busy to subtract some family members from the assembly, some are busy to come back to rob more and some are busy to go forward to rob more. Goa is fed-up of the regional plan makers and the last minute ditchers, the new party makers and the resignation seekers, the false promise makers and the not-deserving credit takers, the confusion creators and the dividers. We just need to keep our eyes open to experience the unbelievable.

The pubs are closed early yet liquor is available till late nights, parties are just not stopping now, Sarees and towels are the goodies reaching to many households, electronic goods are coming with a discount without any festive season around, those yellowish green notes reach your doorsteps searching for you, suddenly we have been coming across a lot of generous people around, everybody is more concerned of our needs, anything we say (even bull shit) is being respected now….. Is this heaven ???? Waaaakkkeee upppp !!! These are the ill actions that are being carried on to lure the voters, be careful people, because come the day after elections and you will be surprised to see all this not just existing any more. It’s all our money that is being given back to us in different styles. Don’t be carried away, start thinking what are you gonna do next…

The state must be spending at least a lakh of rupees on each of these forty MLA’s, considering their pay to be around 20K plus their phone bills, their fuel bills etc etc (excluding the under table activities), so the total cost on them comes to 40 lakhs of rupees, which I feel is a big amount. It would be better if we call the Portuguese back and ask them to take over the work being done by our MLA’s, that should be anytime better, of course I’m not calling them to rule over us but I’m talking of outsourcing this whole job and then paying the Portuguese the same 40 lakhs. This thought did come in my mind when I saw a float at the last carnival, it was a junk car painted in the colors of Portuguese national flag reading “If you cant save Goa, Goans we are coming back” If you don’t believe me on this, just check the pic below….

The Portuguese will at least not allow our land to be sold to some outsiders, or the other way to get rid of these 40 thieves is to get the Ali Baba in the picture, yeah I’m talking about the presidents rule for the state. But these dreams of mine might not be reality soon, but one thing that’s gonna happen soon is that the state will be electing 40 people once again to run the state affairs. But its good to see the law enforcing machinery working a lot better this time and the CRPF with those big Guns making things clear that its no kidding here any more.

Although its time to GoWahhhh for this tiny state of Goa, as many Ill-actions precede the elections, I would request the people to stay cool, think, vote and elect the best people who you think can take care of our beautiful Goa and carry the our State forward and reject those who are interested in moving ahead with their secret motives rather then taking Goa ahead. So my humble request to all you fellow Goans: Before you can hear the long beep of our vote, just think if you want to MAKE or BREAK Goa.

Labour's Day Gift ???

The whole world celebrates Labour Day today, and it is celebrated in style by declaring it as a holiday, but unfortunately for us there was no holiday. Although this thought did creep in some grief for the past few days, I somehow managed to forget it today morning and happened to move out as always, until somebody asked me whether it was not a holiday today and Ahh! I did start feeling a bit gloomy.

As I reached GVN, the place where the company bus collects us, I saw curiosity among the others waiting for the bus, they were anxiously waiting for something and I joined them as well. It was the new bus that we were supposed to get from today. None of us had seen it before. After waiting for a few minutes the bus finally arrived. Hey check out the pic of the bus…

It’s a luxury type of a bus, with good music system (better then the previous bus), it’s a video coach as well, except for the fact that the video is missing. We all entered the bus and tried to get the best seats, everybody looked very happy. The bus then left after waiting for a short period for the benefit of all the latecomers. The bus reached KTC and the people there were waiting with a brooaaadddd smile (Hheeeee) to get into the new bus, everybody tried to adjust after getting in. Then entered Akshay, as per the plan we all started clapping for him.

Akshay was the first one to remind the conveyance team that there’s some work to be done as far as the Margao bus is concerned. He wrote the first mail, which was then replied to by many people. Although some went on the back-foot earlier to reply to the same (some cricketers with good footwork) later all replied to inform the conveyance team about the urgency of the matter. The conveyance team had already begun working by then towards getting a new bus.

So thanks to the old bus, which broke-down on the way some days ago, we finally got a new bus. People traveling by other busses must be a bit jealous now; they enjoyed laughing at us looking at our old bus (especially on the day the bus arrived a bit late). They are silenced as for now. The people traveling from Margao side had at least something to be glad about on this labour day, even though it was not a holiday. So, for all of us itinerant by the new Margao bus CONGRATS to us all and for the rest HAPPY LABOUR’S DAY. Hope you all enjoyed working today, I certainly did.