There are days when you feel that everything is just perfect and then there are days where this feeling just doesn't seem to end... But then all this is generally described as 'What a fantastic DAY?' That's because, we generally sleep at night, right? But that night was different! For one, we weren't in Mumbai and I needn't hit bed at 11 p.m. ! We had had an amazing day in itself to begin with, having rode all the way from Candolim to Dona Paula and back to Panjim, in between taking advantage of the providential existence of water sports during monsoons and also having a blast at the secluded, virgin beach at an undisclosed location! So all that was left on our itinerary for the 'night' was FussBall!!!
of shapes so vividly indescribable, but yet, seemingly enchanting, enough to fill in tonnes of glee in any pitiable heart ! Gaurav had a brilliant idea and lo we switched off our headlights. Like pop goes the weasel, or like someone suddenly turned the switch off, all went further deep into the degrees of advanced blackness. But the moon had other ideas. As our eyes adjusted to the darkness, we could see properly the stunning sights the moon had to offer us. The feeling was ethereal... I could feel the warmth of freedom pulsing beneath my veins, the freedom from the worldly struggle which seemed to be afraid of the dark and had hid itself beyond finding. The moonlight kept interspersing ... freeing us... guiding us...
With our eyes (actually it was only Gaurav who was seriously on the lookout ) trying to locate a place where we could watch the Germany v. England Pre-Quarters on a Giant screen ( with the definition of giant being, as big as we could manage ), the ride back from the beach was more like a wild-life safari (only difference being we were looking for stationary ''animal's''). The sun gods decided that the bonanza for the day was over and it began drizzling. The rain drops hit your face like small missiles when you are on bike! And in all this warfare, Gaurav spotted this huge billboard (wonder how none of the 7 other managed to notice such an imposing structure!) advertising just what we were so desperately looking for!
Well, they should thank me for actually taking efforts to disembark from the bike, look right, left and then right again, cross the 'huge' road, enter the sports club, walk inside in the drizzling rain and amidst all the swarm of young eagerly awaiting faces, spot the host and ask him about the deal. Gratefulness is no longer a virtue I guess! Lol ! Anyways, so the deal was that we get to see both the matches for a mere 100 bucks ! That was a steal, bigger than any deal ever struck! So with a few frantic calling, all the other three bikes were summoned back.
From all the hectic schedule and the excitement that we were experie
ncing, my stomach began giving me hunger pangs ! But I had to satisfy myself with a few munchies. Just munchies ! The match was an awesome spectacle of how brilliance entwined with destiny can play wonders. Der Mannschaft effortlessly bull-dozed the Queen's Side with a scoreline of I believe 4-0 !
But this was just the background for the nocturnal escapades which were to follow the two matches !
The second match got over by around 1.45 a.m. in the morning and we still had to travel all the way back to our hotel which happened as a matter of coincidence a neat 14 kilometres away. The roads were swept clean of any living thing closely resembling the human species and we were darting on our Activas through the void of the road. The bike was seemingly sailing on air, invisible ofcourse, but yet whose presence could be felt by the soft gushes of cool air past the legs. We were gliding the black eternity, moving like aimless arrows shot by an archer in utter darkness. But we soon realised that it was a full-moon night and nothing could have surpassed the sheer majesticity of the huge round ball of vanilla, shining serenely on the earthly surroundings drenched in utter black, enlivening the silhouettes
of shapes so vividly indescribable, but yet, seemingly enchanting, enough to fill in tonnes of glee in any pitiable heart ! Gaurav had a brilliant idea and lo we switched off our headlights. Like pop goes the weasel, or like someone suddenly turned the switch off, all went further deep into the degrees of advanced blackness. But the moon had other ideas. As our eyes adjusted to the darkness, we could see properly the stunning sights the moon had to offer us. The feeling was ethereal... I could feel the warmth of freedom pulsing beneath my veins, the freedom from the worldly struggle which seemed to be afraid of the dark and had hid itself beyond finding. The moonlight kept interspersing ... freeing us... guiding us... 