A little bit of my life

sometimes some people need you. for some reason or the other. sometimes a smile and sometimes a joke is enough, sometimes chatter and sometimes silence. this small jot down is for those people who need or have needed me some time or the other...I will be there for you always

With my friends and family and fun and career it will also be for you
The phase that you are going thru is actually not meant for you
But still you have to go thru…that’s the fact…but u will never be alone, I will always be with you.
Maybe I can never give answers to the questions but you will have someone to speak to
I am always there for you, just call me and I will be there with you
Always, a little bit of my life will be for you

Weekends out: Alibaug

After a really long time we managed to go out on a getaway, to alibaug.we had been planning trip to alibaug since ages but it never seemed to materialize. Something or the other came in our way. and one fine day, everything put to place, we headed to alibaug. we caught the catraman running and the next 45 minutes we spent were bliss, inspite of head aching motor sound and the crowd. we saw the city departing from us and another port coming to receive us. We saw ships of various companies and of course private yachts...the misty city with its formidable taj waved us and wished us luck. It was indeed an experience with flock of sea gulls following the catraman, and leaping at any food thrown in their direction. Such dexterity and such a white beauty. The mandva port was good. Not the “hi-fi” kind, but beautiful in the sense of “rustic”, we went by a 45 min rickshaw ride to our destination. The environment was cool. as we had not booked a hotel, we went in search of one. After a seemingly long trek, we found one. With a strictly ok room. We were not going to be “roomed in” anyways so an OK room would also do for us. we had a short nap, and after lunch, headed to ST stand for “Murud janjira”. Which we were told was just 30 kms ahead. The bus took time (45 mins late to be precise) to come and later due to some spite, took some time to leave. What I enjoyed about the trip was that most of the time the sea and road matched. And sea is my weakness. I never seem to get enough of it. And so it turned out that Murud was good 50 kms…we reached almost by 5.30 pm there and by that time the last boat to janjira fort had already leftL…so we trudged back and got down almost after duck to Kashid beach. This was an experience in itself. a beach totally unsoiled by channavalas and bhelpuri walas. Surrounded by pine trees and black stones. The only shops were that at the entrance with hammocks strewn about. These shops sold bare minimals, with chips, and “anda pav”,”omlette pav” “bhurji pav”and the ubiquitous Maggie. Being a vegetarian, I feasted on the Maggie which never tasted that good in the pitch dark sea , no street lights and candle lights. We then waited for a bus, some mode of transport. But transport seemed to elude us. No a single bus or rickshaw. The shops fast closing and pitch black road. The beautiful sky crowded with stars. Finally we got a rickshaw. And I regretted wearing a short sleeved shirt with capris…cold cold everywhere. The rickshawwala left us at one of the bus stops, where we almost immediately got an ST for alibaug. Exhausted we reached alibaug and after a light dinner with paan and chikki we reached the hotel to rest. Sleep engulfed us as soon as we hit the beds. the next day early morning we trekked to alibaug beach. A beauty in itself. And as it was low tide, we skirted our way to “colaba” fort.. Situated in the middle of sea, and seemingly inaccessible in high tide…this fort even in its dilapidated state looked formidable. We had our fill and trudged back. On our way we had some chai and later hot samosas and jalebis and our breakfast was done. We checked out and headed by share a rickshaw to nagaon beach. beautiful in it self. This was one of the populated beach, maybe because of the day time. But still not having the “bhelpuri valas” and hence cleaner maybe??? We waddled with the waves and later like crocodiles drying in the sun. we walked a lot , especially to get dry ASAP. The more secluded part of the beach was strewn with sea shells of all forms and colors and “samudra fen” and small cute crabs dodging us and digging holes in sand only to disappear…what a cute sight it was. But the walk was good and not at all hot and humid. And after having a snack of bhurji pav, chikki(my fave, here it comes again) we headed back to alibaug.By luck we got hold of an early catraman and skipping a not that imp lunch, we headed back a bit exhausted and we were back on Sunday, a bit earlier that expected. (Much to my relief)
An exerting but good trip for us. And a truely completely wonderful experience.