By Unknown Citizen
Figure 1 Goa has the best beaches with
alluring sunsets
Thirty six hours! That’s all you usually allot yourself when
it comes to a trip to India’s beach destination, even if you’re a city-dweller
like I am. And I’m sure you can’t go more wrong just like I did. I went there
two weeks ago for three days and I couldn’t have felt worse when the time came
to finally come back to a steel and mortar neighborhood. But first, the start…
Planes? No please!
Planes? No please!
I hate planes. Ok, I have nothing to do with their efficacy of course (you will win hands-down in a debate on how it is the best way to get to a place….and a friend is trying to erase my fear through everything from telling me how it’s totally safe to sometimes sending me videos of plane crashes so I know why they happen:), I just really, truly dislike flying, as silly it might sound. That said, I succumbed to a plan to fly to Goa with my parents and it was “just 45 minutes, so what”, I asked. It turned out to be most eventful trip ever.
Kids will be kids, time grownups ‘grew up’
I love kids. I can spend hours entertaining them, talking to them and indulging them. So a plane packed with tots actually made for a lot of fun for me. To start, it makes me smile how they talk, sing and ask for things with absolute abandon (that it’s a plane or any other limiting confinement be damned). And the nicest thing about them is that unknown to each other, they soon seek each other out and form a united little band of their own (grownups, take a cue here?) So we had a very fat baby in his helper’s lap and who refused to sit still, in seat no 1. Two fourth graders (I think) met and managed to engage in a walking match to see who had longer strides once we were airborne and somewhere in between, another preschooler decided to liven the flying experience every now and then, with his own song. Not everyone enjoyed it though. Right behind us was this lady who called the steward promptly when landing was being announced and said that she was going to complain about “having to bear hearing these kids through the flight and how dare anyone seat her near a little tot who couldn’t even talk but needed to be passed into his parents’ hands and back to the helper, once or twice!” The kid who loved singing started to sing even louder while she was having her hysterics, as if on cue. I was grinning so much at this point; it took everything to not turn around to take a look at her. To me, it’s unfathomable to get annoyed with kids. They’re just being themselves. It’s the grownups who actually have to understand that. For now, this bunch of tots was all set for their Goan holiday. Somewhere in all that melee and fun we landed. No time for flying fears this time, I thought…:)