Haven’t been into blogging since past few days.I really want to make it up to my dear blog and the readers.
It was another of my trips to a beach,this time it was Arambol, supposedly the northernmost recognised beach of Goa.We had been there for like a couple of hours. It was 4 of us who had decided NOT to spend the boring holiday in college but rather go out and see new places in Goa.So we decided on Morjim,which was quite far from our college; more about it some other time. So I was talking about Arambol.Yeah, this beach is quite different from its other counterparts in Goa.Apart from the serene view, the shacks along the beach are surrounded by SHIVA (Hindu god who apparently discovered marijuana in form of bhaang :D) hymns and serve marijuana in various forms . The sand looked good, water was clean,some part of the beach was rocky as well Plus it had a superb natural lake very close to the beach. But when we set out to find the virgin lake, we discovered it wasn’t that close. On our way to the lake, we saw a small pool of water surrounded by lush green plants n trees,there we inquired about the whereabouts of the lake from the people sitting around that pool. Man…that was the lake.it was not at all like we had heard and imagined about .But anyways now we had to force ourselves to like it.We jumped in with the jeans on.It was quite a change from the salty water we had been accustomed to in Goa.We were done with enjoying in the lake and the sun was about to set. We watched the beautiful mergence of the sun and the sea, clicked some pics and were ready to leave. We had started back for the stand where we had parked the bikes when this incident happened.All of us were damn hungry.But we couldn’t risk stopping and eating a full meal because we were running out of time and we had to return the bikes by 8 pm. So finally we all decided to have some snacks in the next shack which looked cozy and then leave.As we walked towards the shack, we saw an Indian oldie carrying a stone covered in sacred cloth on his head. A normal Indian like us would never be bothered by seeing such a sight.But then a fair, tall,beautiful,long legged Russian chic (you know the format ;)) walked upto him. He took a seat on the table on our left, in the same shack.The Russian chic seemed inquisitive about the wonder rock the old man was carrying.He put the stone with great care on the table and closed his eyes and folded his hands in reverence.We thought it was part of some shrine which he would have got from someone.When the man opened his eyes, only to find a foreigner sitting on the chair in front of him, we thought that would surprise him a bit.but he had that same calm oldie look on his face.Then,the girl asked him “What power this stone has?” , in broken english. Contrary to what we had expected, old man wasn’t offended and was more than eager to explain everything about the stone. “This stone Ma’am? It is the Shiva’s gift for me…for my dedication towards him!” LOL… Now who would even pay heed to this chicken-shit. But later we found out that some people do get strongly influenced by chicken shit 🙂 “I have been praying and helping the poor.I even distribute Lord’s PRASAD to people who are in trouble.” he added. We were laughing but his words seemed to have an impact on the russian. “Oh, does the PRASAD help you get out of trouble even if you dont worship the SHIVA regularly?” was the question thrown the oldie.The unperturbed oldie looked towards the sky and replied “Ofcourse ma’am, if you are ready to accept his Prasad and then worship him at my place.” Without any delay, she asked for the prasad and he gave it to her. Prasad was nothing but marijuana in some form of a sweetdish (we got to know that from the waiter at the shack and that the oldie was a usual customer at their shack!).Even after the high which marijuana gave her, they continued talking.I couldn’t hear all of it but could make out that the oldie had convinced her to come to his place amd make love to him and pray to lord, to get rid of the problems she was going through. We were stunned!!That was sad.Not because he was exploiting the outsiders and fooling them in the name of G0d but it was the Russian whose stupidity bothered us. How could she buy the fact that the god will be pleased if you have sex with his old devotee. Actually the man i have been talking about in the story was not more than 50 but the fucker fooled 20-something chic.And it was nothing other than jealousy that made me call him oldie in the entire story!!If you look from his point of view, he was a million times smarter than that chic!! Will blog soon…
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