Adieu God!

So there it is, the beginning of the end of a million childhoods..This probably would be the last children's day for a lot of us.After this day we will become old men.. men reminiscing old days when Sachin played, days when Sachin scored a hundred, days when Sachin demolished the attacks of Akhtars, Akrams, Warnes and Donalds,days when Sachin brought the whole country together,days when crowds gathered at the shops showing live cricket jamming the streets, days when power corporation employees were beaten coz of a power cut during Sachin's innings,days when we missed school to see Sachin bat..  days when Sachin guided India to victory..Happy last children's day to all of us..to the ones who have grown up seeing Sachin play...to the ones who at some point of their lives have said "main bada hoke Sachin Tendulkar banunga!!!"...

Goa A Potpourri of romance..

Everything in Goa has a certain casualness about it, the people, the markets and even the buildings and architecture; all of them seem to merge into a drunken medley of ease, calm and comfort.

Be it the roads running between the palm trees that seems to meet the ocean at the horizon or the cool sands at its innumerable shores, everything offers a sense of serenity and harmony.

The somber quiet of centuries old churches, the maddening hubbub of the clubs, the intoxicating aromas of the pubs or the diners offering delectable cuisines from across the world, Goa offers an assortment of delights to all irrespective of their age, gender or idiosyncrasies.

It is a delight to be here, to experience happiness, fulfillment & contentment. A place to wear off your worries, a place to find joy, a place to find peace…

I came here mourning the death of a friend but as I go back I have a smile on my face as I hum a song I heard last night in a pub “Give me hope Jo’anna , hope hope Jo’anna, give me hope……….”.