Doolally - An Interview

We visit India’s first microbrewery ‘Doolally!’Situated in the heart of Pune, and started by two IIM-B graduates Suketu and Prateek, this is a place to get one of the finest, freshly brewed beers in India. The name comes from a place called ‘Doelali’, near Nashik, where British soldiers spent time merry making waiting to be shipped back. Thus ‘Doelali’ became synonymous as Crazy Time. So today we have Suketu with us, who will tell us what made them leave their enterprising corporate careers and come and set a microbrewery in India.

Q. What is a Microbrewery and how is it different from a regular brewery?

A. As the name suggests, it is a miniature brewery. In terms of scaling, our one year’s production equals kingfishers half a day’s output!

Larger breweries are highly process driven, human intervention is lot and flavors are standard to cater to the masses. The character and taste of the beer are traded to make it cheap and in large quantities. In our microbrewery, beer is completely hand crafted, made using the best raw materials exported from Germany. Flavor, aroma are kept intact and one can find interesting notes of personal touch in it. Also, as the production is less, we get to experiment a lot with our beer. As we discuss, there is a mango flavored beer fermenting in one of the tanks! In our upcoming flavors, we have one made with wild berries as well.

Q. What was the genesis of the idea? Was setting it up a problem?

A. Prateek and I used to work for Proctor & Gamble in Singapore and used to visit a microbrewery called ‘Brewerkz‘ very often. That taste of fresh beer was so satisfying, that we thought of giving up our jobs, come to India and set up our own brewery! Prateek worked at Brewerkz for a couple of months before joining me here. Getting a licence for the brewery took us one year and raising funds for it another couple. We met out 'Brew Meister' Oliver, who helped setting up the brewery, and after about four years of toil, we finally opened it in October '09.

Q. ‘The Beer Meister’!

A. Yes. We met Oliver through mutual friends in Singapore and the whole idea clicked. He has been brewing since the age of 16! The whole brewery was setup by him personally. We have a special Oliver brew, which houses his special flavors.

Q. Tell us about the beers you brew.

A. We have brewed 14 different types of beer in last 7 months. 80% of our beers are ales. All the beers are 100% hand crafted. We have seasonal as well as special beers for festivals like the Christmas special had a touch of cinnamon. Oliver looks over the complete beer making process. Any time you walk in, we have 4-5 different beers served fresh from the tap.

Q. What are your future plans with the brewing industry?

A. We plan to open breweries in 5 different cities across India in next two years. After that we may opt for bottling of our beer.

Q. Tell us about the pub ‘Doolally’

A. Doolally is where we serve our brewed beer. It is run by the Corinthians management and we look at the brewery part of it. The pub is open all 7 days till late in nights, all special sporting events are aired and the pub closes only after the presentations end! We have live bands playing at times and encourage anyone who plays music to come and perform with us. We have ‘all you can eat and drink’ Sunday brunches which go on till 4 in the evening.

Q. Parents say drinking alcohol is unethical. As an owner of a brewery, how do you defend your stance?

A. The whole idea of unethical drinking has grown from irresponsible drinking. Consumption of alcohol has been going on since ages; having alcohol in moderate quantities have a lot of documented benefits. We strictly promote responsible drinking. Minors are strictly not allowed in the pub. ID checks are done. If anybody is found tipsy, we provide cab services for them.

Q. How do you plan to market your brew to the fairer sex?

A. We have a special Apple Cider for ladies and till date, any lady who has walked in and tasted it, has not left without appreciating it!

Q. Are any beer festivals planned by you?

A. Yes. We have a full fledged Oktberfest planned with authentic German beer, live bands from Germany and much more. The festival would go on for 2 continuous days non-stop!

Q. If Nashik is 'The Napa Valley of India', are you planning to make Pune 'The Bavaria of India?'

A. Sure. Beer awareness is spreading in India gradually. In next two to three years time, the beer culture would pick up and people here will appreciate it more.  

Q.What is your biggest reward of owning a brewery?

A. When someone walks to us and says that this is the best beer he has ever tasted, there is nothing more satisfying than this.

So all you folks now know where to head for want of some quality beer and a jolly good time.

‘Doolally’

The Corinthians Boutique Hotel

Nyati County, Nibm road,

Kondhwa, Pune


(Images taken from the internet)

Daze

Flashing beams do daze his feeble eyen - Spencer

Daze. It's what you get into the very next moment on receiving the nightmarish news you have been apprehensive about. It's the moment when you just realize that your dream will now only remain as a dream. A moment right when you hear the thud of your world crushing down. Thoughts, beliefs, judgments learnt through all those years of your life whirling in your mind, trying to tear it apart. 'Pick me, and act upon', they shout, but you do not know what to do. A moment when you get the first of many slaps from your father. It's a moment when your doctor calls to say tests were positive, a moment the new born doesn't cry and a moment when a mother gives her last advice. Crashing your new car or a loss of a limb leaves you dazed. A few sleepless nights, constant stress at work, lack of social life are enough for that feeling which stirs up a constant numbing pain in your brain. It also leaves you dazed when your life-partner calls it enough, while playing that game you reach to the final showdown only to lose your last virtual life. It takes away your breath.

It's a moment when you step out of that car with a thousand flashes in front of you. It's a moment when you lift the universally coveted award on the dais. The first sight of her, his first touch can be quite dazing. It's a moment when you realize the bullet missed you just by a whisker. It is on receiving your acceptance letter, on hearing that 'Yes', on hearing his first cry that can leave you dazed. It is a moment when you find the lost treasure of your childhood memories, a moment when you find a match to lit that last cigarette of the night or the moment of your first encounter with the hidden pleasures of this world. The happiness gives you an orgasmic high, that you are left with tears on your lids, heart throbbing hard against the wall and your palms sweaty and legs shaky. A jump in the air, a little gig, that glow on your face. It takes away your breath.

Heaven or Hell, wherever you may go, you are going to be dazed. Dazzling, isn't it.

The Wind Chime: A poem by me . .Followed by a friends poem.

The Wind Chime

I sit on warm patio

Facing the setting Sun;

You look in opposite oblivion

Would we talk again?

Will you ever be

Mine again, I think now

Why it matters so much?

The hollow promises

Would I love you anymore?

White waves kiss the shore

Light breeze drafts 

The wind chime kinks merrily

Your bewitching touch I long

Fingers in my hair

Smudged kohl of your eyes

Sublime divine wind chime

Your slow poison smile

Where is it now lost?

This ache in your heart

Your falling tears

I would have always stopped 

Strong gush of wind befalls

Chime it takes along

Crumbled pieces lay around!

Tensed, thoughts scurrying

I pick the broken chime

Will it ever play again?

Has our affair ended

Like the silver chime

It played blissfully in harmony

Just then on my back

I feel your hands

Your head resting on me

Our souls unite

I clutch your hands

Turn around and embrace

Your love engulfs me

Hearts beat in unison

And play the sacred chime

--by Pankaj Goyal

At The Other End of The Porch (the girl's side of the story)

This sea wind is

fanning the flame

Of anger within me;

I hate its humid

calm contrast against

my dry hurt feelings.

Sitting across me,

Immense ocean

Reinforces my reality!

Reality of loneliness

In this vast

Unknown unforgiving world.

I shudder, shudder

At this thought

Of life without you!

With a sigh

I tilt my head

On our porch pillar.

Yes, ours it is!

Like this place

We call our home.

This pillar feels

weak at the thought

of your shoulders.

Your brave shoulders,

Bathed in my tears

Each time I cried.

Your tender shoulders,

I leaned on

Laughing at your wit.

Either occasion, when

I raised my head

To meet your deep brown eyes,

I saw the infinite

Diamonds, reflecting

Multifaceted light of your love.

The corner wrinkle,

Promised me that

With age grows our love.

Then, sudden gush

Of wild wind

Snaps me back to present.

Turning towards you,

Your tense back

Makes me wonder what happened.

This distance - 

Painful, agonizing.

Ur sadness – intolerable, excruciating.

Each step towards

You is genteelly

Vanishing my marks of anger.

Now, as I hold

You within me,

My cosmos has achieved nirvana.

And as you

Engulf me back,

The world is spinning right once again.

--by Ashni Patel

Ravish Me

This piece is from a virgin's heart. How in this modern world a girl is still worried about her inner insecurities.

Shackles, the invisible ones

I lay trapped in clutches of keyless locks

Morals, Ethics, Traditions they say

Keeps my wings bound by shame

Where are you lost?

Your images I have conjured in mind

I long for a tactile touch

On this chaste heart that resides

In my pure abode

Feared I am, I might lose it all

My white soul is my only wealth

Like time, once gone it won’t be back

My mind pleads for that surety

which rests in unwavering hands

Pain, I know comes with it

Ready I am, to go through

Come and free me of this oppression

Liberate me of these heavy chains

that lie deep within myself

I am a river yet to meet its ocean

A flower yet to blossom

An un-carved wood

A pristine fruit to be eaten

I seek for you, my worthy God

To embellish the temple of my body

Embark hither and release me

I want to melt in thee

Come now and ravish me

Come now and ravish me

Ah . .The Smudged Kohl

I turned my face
Toward her, she took
A sip from the glass

Smudged kohl on eyelids
Arched brows, Mascara lashes
Looked deep and lustily

Her glossy lips hide
Some mystery, her smile
Gave it all away

Cheeks were blush pink
Smeared rose, dimpled chin
Was angled down naughtily

Her unruly hair curled
On neck, tingling she
Swiveled them a bit

Earrings stirring nape of
Her neck, slipped sleeve
Bared shimmer on shoulder

Her hands were aloft
Like ballet, nails shone
Bright under the light

Sinuous gown hugged her
Tender waist, she lifted
Silk touching the ground

Her imprudent step showed
Tender heal, like a
Babies warm untouched feet

A casual tread brought
Her near, her arms
Dropped on my shoulder

Bracelets clinked on fair
Delicate wrists, her perfume
Filled my heart completely

Her curved back sensed
My hand, I drew
Her close to touch

Dark eyes gazed me
Pleading, I closed mine
On her smudged kohl

Journey with the unknown

Going to unknown places with unknown people by unknown means has an unknown pleasure, which I came to know on Saturday.

A group of like-minded people came together from the company bulletin board and decided on hiking the unknown locations. The agenda was travel/adventure, spend minimum money, know the local places and forget the luxuries. Where the company of the people is important and the journey, not the destination, plays an important role.

On Friday evening, a meeting was organized and about 12-14 people attended it. We decided to kick-start with a short trip to a nearby place. This would give an opportunity to know each other and know the energy levels of the group. With a consensus, we decided to travel towards Matheran, a small hill station where there are no roads and no vehicles are allowed. Also, as it is situated amidst a forest on the hills, it would be cool and shady.

Around nine to ten people confirmed their travelling plan. We all met at the Shivajinagar railway station at 07:00hrs after people started calling each other from 05:30hrs! It was a pleasant surprise that all those who had confirmed, arrived. Mohit, Sanket, Vivek, Gajanan, Akanksha, Deepali, Ravi, Ashwani and I boarded Shayadri Express at 07:20hrs to Neral, which is about 100kms from Pune. The train journey we had would always be a memorable event for every person present there. We all had just met, but it seemed we are a bunch of langotiya friends! Everything under the sun was discussed, cursed and laughed upon. We had an enlightening experience with Eunuchs! At 10:15hrs we reached Neral.

There is a toy train which runs between Neral and Matheran. As we couldn't get the tickets for the same, we decided to use the cabs which ply between Neral and Dusturi. This journey took about 20 minutes through some high slopes. The vehicles are only allowed till Dusturi, from there we started walking towards Matheran. It is a 2km walk through dusty paths and forest trails. On way we helped some cart pullers, had refreshing lemonades and cracked some hearty jokes. We visited a couple of Valley Points too.

On reaching Matheran, we discovered it was a small and peaceful village, and the main market is commercialized to cater the visiting tourists. I talked to a few locals to get more information about the place. By 13:00hrs, we all were famished and tried some local/wild fruits and had the customary lunch. After that we started walking towards the lake through some dense forest trails. We spent some time there and visited a couple more of beautiful valley points before we started walking back towards Matheran railway station, determined to get the tickets for the toy train. And we were successful. The train started at 16:25hrs and boy! Was it beautiful! Through the mountains, forests, on tiny tracks, we had some really good time after the exhaustion. We reached Neral at 18:15hrs and had some refreshments.

From Neral we boarded Mumbai local to Karjat at 19:00hrs. From Karjat we took Shayadri Superfast at 19:40hrs. The general couches were overwhelmingly filled with people, so the troop decided to get in the sleeper coach, but me, being an enthusiast of travelling in general coaches in India, pushed my way into one. And I was even lucky to get a seat, on the steps of entrance. Cool wind in my hair and legs dangling out, it was a really nice feeling coming towards the end of the trip. We reached Pune at 21:40hrs, from where we bid our goodbyes to each other and proceeded towards our destinations.

Sometimes we remain confined to our comfort zones from the fear of unknown. In doing so, we never realise how much we miss on life! Sometimes, venturing out would not be such a pleasant affair, but this one, was sure a memorable journey with some sweet unknown people.

The Fluorescent Tube Light

Sitting in the corner of the room, he was staring into oblivion. Hands folded around his knees and chest pressed against the thighs, his eyes had a fury in them. Under the fluorescent tube light, the spider webs hung loose, as if to give an impression of being abandoned. Small insects and moths look up to the twinkling stars and have the idea of reaching them. Heat is what they are looking for on this cold night. In a desperate move, they come and flock around the fluorescent tube light to warm the cold blood running in their bodies. The playful ones fly hither-thither, displaying their new learnt flying skills to the group. Little they know, the loose threads of cobweb hanging are not just un-swept dump.

The cunning spider, with all his patience is waiting under the fluorescent tube light with razor sharp instinct running in all its legs. As soon as it notices the unfortunate fly, it darts towards it, spitting the life wriggling web, spinning the soul out of the playful creature. Its eight legs captivate the fly and its venom pierces deep into the fly's cold blood.

He looked up and saw what just happened. His own life's reminiscences came in front of his red, watery eyes. He saw the similarity between him and the fly. He cannot take it anymore. He got up to his feet, walked towards the fluorescent tube light and smashed the damned spider who until now was taking the pleasure of its fallen prey. He squished it until all that was left of it was just a wet mark. His tears were dry and they vowed never to come back.

Rider Mania X - An Experience

What happens when 600 Thumping Bullets roar in unison? The heart skips a beat and in that one skipped beat, the soul goes through a serenity which even a thousand picturesque locations fail to give and mind perceives a beat which even thousand instruments together fail to provide.

Rider Mania is the biggest congregation of Royal Enfield riders in India. Some people call it crazy and some even call it funny, that people from all over the country ride on their bikes to this one place, every year just to meet others whom they have no idea about except that they all ride motorcycles from a same brand. Call it insane, call it mad, but you cannot deny the fact that it is the Brotherhood or maybe even a Cult.

So this year, Rider Mania was being organized by Inddie Thumpers from Bombay at Vikramgad, a village in laps of Shayadari mountains near Gujarat-Maharashtra border on the 23rd and 24th of January. We, the Firelords, decided to ride there and we were joined by Wanderlusts from Nagpur, Road Melters from Jamshedpur, some members of Eastern Bulls from Kolkata and few Inddie Thumpers for our ride from Pune to Vikramgad. We parked our 25 Royal Enfield motorcycles at Bund Garden road, and that itself was enough to raise curiosity among the people. Our ride started at around 1430hrs and we had planned to reached Vikramgad post-midnight, as that was when the event was suppose to start. The distance from Pune is not much, but we decided to take it easy and enjoy the journey.

After all the stuck-ups, photo sessions, wading through heavy traffic in Bombay, we reached NH4 at 2100hrs and decided to take a deserved break at one of the cool restaurants there. Apparently, the restaurant was having a ghazal night and the havoc we created there by dancing and drinking and singing birthday songs for fellow diners, lead to its end prematurely! But that was one evening when I got the actual taste of brotherhood and how all people, strangers, can enjoy to the fullest just anywhere and in any condition.

We reached Vikramgad well into the night. Some clubs had already arrived and many more were expected to come in the morning. We took our cottage and retired for night after long chit-chat session. After about an hours sleep, I got up and took a walk around the venue. It was a 'Nature Trails' resort, complete with modern facilities, yet in sync with nature. A hot tea and some music woke everybody up and here we were, at RIDER MANIA X. More clubs like NKEC from Hubli, Royal Beats from Delhi, Madras Bulls from Chennai, RTMC from Bangalore, V40, Mysore Bulls, Covai Thumpers, Ashwamegh, Roadshakers, etc. came in gradually. All the clubs came in thumping to their full prowess and creating a loud thumping sound, known only to the African and Indian jungles, which witness the occasional roar of Lions.

The day began with official unveiling of Rider Mania X, followed by handing of the kits and breakfast and beers and various competitions. By now there were around 600 Enfields parked together and I could feel a sense of belonging to a cult. The competitions started with Assembly Wars, where a team of five had to dismantle a bike, assemble it again and get its key and start it. It was followed by arm wrestling and stunts/freestyle wherein people showed they can do burnouts, willies, doughnuts on their Enfields. The evening began with a rock show. The first band was called 'Seher' which was nothing close to rock and performed pathetic and was booed down by the audience. Next band; nobody even bothered to know who they were and before the completed their first song, they were gone off stage. By that time almost everybody got bored of the un-happening rock night, but then 'Spiked Crib' took stage, and boy! Were they amazing. Death metal never sounded so symphonious.

So after a long day of beers and meeting people from across India with same passion, we called it a day.

Next morning I took a stroll through parking, and man! It was some picture. 600 Enfields parked together all around me! Amazing. The day began with dirt racing, wherein the competitors had to clock best time on one and half kilometer dirt track. Ashutosh and Sagar from my club took part, but both, unfortunately due to technical problems in the bikes couldn't complete. Ashutosh however made it to the final five before his bike broke down and he survived a high speed fall. The event went till late afternoon, after which I was too drained to do anything, so caught a short nap. After I woke up, I attended the moderators meet. Moderators meet is held between all club moderators, but as our club is small and closed knit, five of us attended the meet. Issues like how to carry on the event forward, money matters, etc were discussed. Also the venue of next Rider Mania was decided. Next year it will be held in Kolkata by the Eastern Bulls.

Modified bikes, Beer guzzling and bike Olympics were held in the evening which was followed by awards ceremony and DJ night. Some motorcycles were enhanced for optimum performance while some had cool cosmetic look. Some were replicas of the cafe racer bike while some made the loudest thump. We decided to leave early next morning so that we can reach Pune by afternoon. The ride back was smooth and nice and we reached Pune safe.

When I look back at the event, I ponder upon what connected each and every person there. How can a machine bring so many people together? How can people take weeks off from their work and family and ride to meet strangers thousands of miles away? What is it that calls for this craziness? Then, somewhere down within me, I get an answer. It is nothing but passion, pure and hot, untouched by any spec from the universe. A passion that brings people together. A passion that creates this brotherhood bond. And when i look inside me, I feel proud to be a part of this cult. To be an entity in this brotherhood. I feel proud to have it in me. I feel proud to have chosen this track. For once in my life, I feel passionate once again.

A Christmas weekend in Goa:

There are times when one feels cold and lost and cheerless at one moment, but the very next moment brings color, gladness and warmth. Like sleep in mother’s lap or a pat on the back by father or hot broth on a cold evening or the first cry of a new born. As soon as I put my foot on this coastal land of Goa, I was wrapped around in the warmth of early morning Sun and my nostrils smelled the sea breeze filling my lungs to satisfaction and I knew I felt home. Living all my life near coasts, the feeling of warm sea breeze brought such a gladness in me, which can only be defined by the parameters of profound peacefulness.

After a long, cold nights journey, Philip and I reached Mapusa and took a taxi to Arambol, a not-so-frequented beach in north of Goa. Now there are two ways to take pleasure in Goa; either visit as many beaches and go sightseeing like a been-there-seen-that tourist or go to one beach and explore all the insights life has to offer in complete calmness. We chose the latter. The forty-five minutes drive to Arambol was filled with scenic coastal beauty, which draws a person to itself like a flaming candle to a moth. On reaching Arambol, we went to our pre-booked huts, which are right on the beach, about 50 meters from the shore, where, if one steps out, he steps out in sand. We were asked to check-in at 10:00hrs, so we dumped our bags there and went for a stroll on the beach. As our stomachs started growling, we entered an eatery to grab some famous Goan food.

Having a beer the first thing in the morning sitting beside a shore watching the subtle waves dying on the sand made all the aches and sleeps lying in body to vanish and fill those gaps with calmness. Goa has this psychedelic peacefulness to it. After having a sumptuous breakfast, we checked in those huts and met our third friend Oliver there, who had come one day earlier. After freshening up, we dressed down to our swimming costumes and took shacks on the beach. There are three things without which one shouldn't even think of going to Goa: swimming costume, sunscreen and sunglasses. And this is all that will be required besides the bare basics. After this, the whole day pretty much passed by swimming in the ocean, tanning in sun, drinking chilled beers and having appetizing Goan food. Learning how to swim directly in an ocean is some way to learn swimming!

At night, walking on the shore, we landed in one restaurant which was playing psychedelic progressive trance and had a dance floor on which junkies danced their way to glory. Being a sucker for psychedelic music, I pulled Philip and Oliver in, and started dancing there. I must admit that I have never danced to so much peace in my life. It was like dancing to your favorite music with no one seeing under the light of stars. I got the high of my lifetime, which all spirits put together may not help me achieve.

The next morning started with a swim in the ocean, followed by filling breakfast and lying down in the sun on the sand. The afternoon started again with a swim in the ocean, chilled beers, delightful food and with a plan to visit the Mckenzie Saturday night market at Arapora, near Baga beach. In the evening, Philip and I spotted a kayak lying in one the shacks and decided to have some adventure. So we pulled out the kayak to the ocean and started peddling into the lashing waves. Now to a person who learnt swimming just one day before, kayaking into waves can be more nervy than adventure. But after the first fall, all the signs of nervousness disappear and one starts rowing with renewed strength. It was late evening and the sun was about to set in the horizon, so we kayaked far into the ocean, behind the waves to a point where the stillness of ocean kept the kayak afloat and we witnessed a blissful sunset. I wouldn't write any word describing it, because the best feelings on earth cannot be written on paper. All I know is, it was an enlightening experience of my life as we sailed into the night.

Mckenzie Saturday night market at Arapora is consider to be one of the fascinating places to visit in Goa, and as advised by many, Philip, Oliver and I decided to go visit it. After our kayaking session, we freshened up and left for Arapora, a small place near the famous Baga beach. This was the first time I stepped out of sand since the time I reached Arambol on previous morning! For a moment I felt as if I came to some other land leaving Goa behind!

The journey took about 50 minutes and the roads were zipped by the people on their rented scooters. Also due to the music festival 'Sunburn', which was to start the following day and Christmas weekend, the central part of Goa was thronged by people. The first step in the night market, and I was enveloped by the buzz. If we just go by the definition of market of being a meeting point of people, at a stated time and place, for the purpose of buying and selling goods, we wouldn't do justice to this night market. Phenomenal! People from all over the globe thronging under the carpet of lights, buying and selling the shiniest stuff available on planet at highly inflated prices. One can hear 20 different languages from all over the world. People dressed in complete pirate attire to some dressed still in their swimming costumes. Lines and lines of shops selling everything which you would just have imagined ever existed. All the colors possible on palette, woodwork of all deities of all religions, also, ironically, winter wear to the standards of Eskimos being sold in the warm climate there!

In the middle of the market is a huge open area where music concerts, fashion shows, talent shows are held. Besides it is the famous food aisle, which sells some very delicious food from around the world. Also there is a lake, beside which is the seating arrangement for people to eat. Eating different cuisines, listening to live music, besides a lake, with people of all races, under the stars creates one picture perfect scene. I gorged on some cheese laden German food with chilled beer.

The market had a majority of Russian tourists. If you ask how do I know this, well Philip and Oliver are from Switzerland and Germany respectively and they told me how to identify people belonging to different countries in Europe. Girls from Russia, Poland or northern Europe have shortest skirts. As one moves down south, the length of skirt increases. Germany, Switzerland, UK will see medium length skirts whereas Spain, France will see longer ones. Also the skin color turns from pale to reddish to bronze as one moves from north to south.

Back to Arambol after the awe-inspiring visit to the interesting night market, I just took a stroll on the beach and retired for the night.

The third day again started with a swim in the ocean, followed by opulent breakfast and lying under the cloudy sky of Goa. Oliver and Philip talked a lot about the details of their countries, which never make to any tourist guide book or newspapers. We had some very good cultural exchange talks through the afternoon. As the afternoon was coming to an end, we took one final swim in the seas of Goa. In the evening, after packing our luggage and checking-out, we decided to take a walk in the streets of Arambol to while away some time before departure. We entered a cafe, where an open music night was organized. Anybody could walk on the stage and play whatever he wishes to. These were the final moments of my Goa trip. Listening to beautiful strumming of an acoustic guitar, a gorgeous voice singing, sipping on my coffee with a perfectly grilled sandwich, sun setting into oblivion in the backdrop, my Goa trip wouldn't have ended in a better way.