goa=home

im almost halfway to goa...its amazing isnt it...just a week ago i was drowning in the proverbial exam grind and now im going on a completely different trip altogether..the sun,the sand,the sea....and much much more...if you guys can get your hands on this fantastic short film called last hippie standing you must watch...its a perfect movie reflecting on those elusive things about goa that draws so many there...the hippie movement and such figures such as the fantastic DJ Goa Gil...it talks abt so many things we just dont say about goa....i especially like the whole thing that theres something abt goa...the earth..the very soil...it holds a kind of power that it exudes...it makes you never want to leave...many things i was taught abt goa resonated through that movie and made so much sense....my mom being the goan that she is told me many times "siddhant always say hello to everyone in goa and everyone will say hello back....always wave when you pass by and dont forget to greet people."...that never leaves me... i know i ll always greet ppl and strike up a conversation.... goa and i go a long way back...my mom took me there almost every year..i ve been every possible way...bus,car,flight,train,boat...i dont know how many times ive been...once again goa is a potent symbol of my mother...i can never ignore that....after she left, i hadnt been to goa for years...until last year that is....its quite a shame...all the family that i had left from there to come here to bombay...i remember how hard my mom had to work though....after she left the house she lived in goa for over a year...coming back almost once every two weeks by bus to meet me and my bro...she would do it all the time...she told me abt how horrifically hard it was for her...she told me abt the fact that goa was a beautiful place but it was a hard place to live in...work was a pain...she travelled by the bus everyday..avoiding the rampant pickpocketing and sitting with the fisherfolk with their foul smelling produce all staring at her...after all how many times do you see a beautiful woman whos graced a lot of magazines and shampoo bottles sitting with you...all...alone...batting off stares is second nature..the story that affects me the most however is the her monsoon ordeals...with the heavy storms passing through my mom walked home and at water that was knee-deep....it was too dark to see...she would only walk ahead after lightning struck to show her the way...it was land that gave so much to my mother and my family...she loves it so much even today after all that...she was table tennis champ of goa and loved her days playing footie on the beach...modelling just came naturally after that...all of that happened in goa..i remember christmas in goa very well....its like a totally different land...too hard to explain if you arent tied to goa...

its funny cause thinking abt goa kinda reminds me of "things fall apart"....the man gets exiled from the village where he lives and where his father lived his life..where does he go?...his mothers village...his motherland...this is where his uncle tells him to not despair...the reason was simply that your motherland will always take you in...a man loves his fatherland when all is good and prosperous...but when life is miserable and unbearable we turn back to the mother..when the father chides the child he seeks comfort in his mother...a mother can never turn down her son...

After all the retrospection though who can ignore the fact that im going to have one blown time!!!!! my god all the vices and all the chilling im going to go insane!! im off on saturday so this is my last post before goa..this is going to be wild,cause so many of us are going....and for all those of you who liked my handiwork in lonavala...get ready cause this is going to be ten times bigger!! i have much evil planned and many more people will go DOWN i think xanga will enjoy this one!!....yup...i can feel it now...correct the eariler list...the sun,the sand,the rum,the dope,the clubs,the crowd and the surf...so im going to dipose of this spiteful final project of fybmm and then head for ma motherland!!!!!!

siddhant (almost there)