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Saturday, February 11, 2012

simply picardilly: Hope three's a charm and it’s going to be only charming from here on

simply picardilly: Hope three's a charm and it’s going to be only charming from here on

Hope three's a charm and it’s going to be only charming from here on

Somehow *every* time I think of a vacation, Goa is the first place that comes to mind and I invariably end up going there once a year. There’s something about the people, the cheap alcohol, the buzzing beaches, the blazing sun that makes this ‘susegad’ thing a so very delightful experience you wanna keep going back to.

All in all my Goa escapades have been amazing except that the last two times there've been in minor incidents of sorts. We usually rent a car to go around since the 'don't drink n drive' rules are far relaxed there.Now in 2010 my really close friend Charmaine and I headed from Calangute to this far flung place called Saligaon. We were traveling in the night driving past dark, narrow roads with deep shrubs on either side when a vehicle pulled up from the opposite direction and while making way for it I reversed into a ditch! Luckily we were pitted right outside a wedding party. That car just wouldn’t rev on three wheels. And I felt absolutely foolish asking these nice boys all dressed in wedding finery to help us. But they did. Muddied their nice shoes.  Dirtied their clean hands. Dusted off and went away without giving me the customary jazz about women drivers {at least not to my face ;-)

And last year was not as dramatic except that it involved a truck driver who like randomly reversed paying no heed to my honking or his rear view mirror that gave him a full view of the car just two feet behind him. And yeah for all the Konkani I speak to everyone somehow the language eluded me on this specific instance and I was caught mouthing English n Hindi abuses about him and his anatomy. He gave me a ‘What alien language is this you speak?’ expression and drove past. Well, my ego was more squished than those silly headlights.

So these two instances bring me to mention that I am tad superstitious when it comes to things like this and I think there will be a third such ‘incident’ if I make my next trip there. And this time luck may not be so kind, yeah. Pessimist or stupid, call me whatever you want but I am not teasing the Luck Gods.

So all of last night after I turned off Final Destination 2, I was straining to think if there’s an antidote to things like this. And all the thinking led me to a tucked away memory dating back ten years. Three of us friends were returning from Goa by bus. Suddenly somewhere near what I think was Chiploon we heard a huge sound and discovered that the bus had rammed into a tanker. Some people hurt. The driver and cleaner fled. 50 of us stranded on a laid back road trying to figure out ways to get home. This ended well atleast for the three of us with a sweet couple giving us a ride back right up to Santacruz. It’s like they say about God manifesting himself to help when you least expect.

So I’m guessing this adds up to make three ‘incidents’ and the curse is wiped out! Hahaha. So now I can happily prance into Goa again with a lily white record.