Thursday, November 21, 2013

The Big Fat Beach Wedding

Of all my five trips to Goa, this has to rank as the best:

not because we explored the pristine beaches of South Goa instead of the usual rounds in the commercial belt of Anjuna-Baga-Calangute…

not because of the luxurious hospitality of the Ramada Caravela…

not because of all the free food and alcohol forced down our throat…

not because of the carefree bike rides, the late night chats with people you haven’t met in the last four years or the addictive sea which keeps pulling you towards it…

not even because of the drunken cocktail party, the beautiful beach wedding or the Chinese lanterns flying in unison over the sea at midnight creating an illusion of escaping the world…

but because of the privilege of witnessing the sheer happiness of someone close to you, someone you have almost seen grow up from a teenager to a lady, someone who exhibited the maturity and resolve way beyond her years,

someone who was in love…

So, despite my reservations against weddings/dancing/crowd/all of it together, despite the last-minute broken bike, despite the long and uncomfortable bus rides, despite the forgotten pancard, despite the claustrophobia of conventional wisdom and despite the tearful farewell of Sachin Tendulkar, this weekend was very special.

This was the weekend in which the Masakali girl embarked on the journey of happily ever after

5 comments:

Rachit Aggarwal said...

Never attended such weddings.

I have only seen them in movies and in my dreams

Nefertiti said...

@rachit
it was indeed like a dream but with real people in it

Ramada Caravela said...

We're glad you had a wonderful time at our hotel. Do visit again!

Anonymous said...

You had so much fun? And are you sure the alcohol was forced down your throat? :p

Nefertiti said...

@anon
my last two goa trips were with you, so obviously this time I had so much MORE fun, just by virtue of the fact that you were NOT there!