A to C

4 years ago, I was prodded by my father to buy myself a two-wheeler that would get me from A to B in the safest way possible. His definition of a safe was anything that had a cubic capacity of 50 or less. I was just out of college—young, stupid and wannabe stud muffinnish. Was I going to risk being seen, trotting around in a moped? By girls? By anyone?

Much to his dislike, I showed up at home with a ear to ear grin and a shiny 180 cc Bajaj Pulsar—a bike I’d one day push to 111 on an open road without a helmet.

Today, it’s time to say goodbye. Because the same stupid wannabe stud mufinnish me, wants something bigger, heavier, shinier and most importantly something that gets me from A to ‘C’ without having to dismount with an aching need to massage my bottom! Hello Thunderbird!

Making an evening of Church Square

I’ve lived in Goa for over a year now. And yet, I’ve never walked past the main Panjim Church. So last Sunday, I thought I’ll make an evening of it. Here’s how I did it.

I parked and walked towards the Church.

I changed lenses on the stairs and snuck in a photo of Reva.

Then I clicked a frame of the whole church. But I didn’t like it. So I deleted it and took one from slightly higher up.

I reached the top

And turned around to see the sun quickly disappearing.

Then I said goodbye to the weekend.

A lifetime has only 3900 weekends

Did you know that? Every weekend spent doing nothing leaves me empty on Sunday evening. This is something I realised two weeks ago. I was sitting at home trying to decide where to go and what to do. As usual, i called up a couple of people, thinking it would be fun to drive out with a bunch of them.

Turns out, no one really realised that we have only 3900 weekends in a lifetime. They they chose to sleep in. We chose to get out. Just the two of us.

We decided to go to Chapora Fort. Yes, it’s awesome. You can sit on the parapet wall and stare into nothingness. Or look at an awesome sunset. Either way, happiness is guaranteed.

Sunday morning bliss

At the end of Saturday, when you realise you’ve completely wasted yet another holiday by sitting at home, you still take solace in the fact that you have another day to make up for it. And that’s the best thing about a 2 day weekend.
This is her, sitting on the 4th floor, on a Sunday morning, with a cuppa tea that I made. And me? I drank my tea and went off to scramble some eggs.