Baby's day out...

Rite nw, d sports fest is on in our college... N since i dont play neither soccer nor table-tennis for d team, i m one of the most idle people around this time... However, an empty mind is home to the devil... N in my case, d devil is lucifer himself :P
Ystrday, i decided to just head out on myslf n see d real goa, far from beaches, booze, babes n shack parties... I searched d internt, found dis li'l known place called curtorim village 10 kms from d town of madgaon... so i startd alone...
first, d bus tuk an hour to reach downtown... It tuk all my will power not to smoke meanwhile... finally d bus came, i climbed aboard n nxt stop d conductor told me dat its d last one... i felt cheated, fooled, nauseous, hideous, contaminated, victimised, horrified, n dat just sums up wat i felt(maybe i exaggerated too much!!)... bt i got down on a totally unknown spot without any idea when d nxt bus will come... Thn came d great samaritan... he told me dat he wud gimme a ride to the nearby town if i dint misbehave... A request totally ordinary for u, bt to me it meant a whole lot of concentration... At last, d fateful rie ended n i thankfully jumped off the pointy seat :x
taking anothr bus, i reachd madgaon, only to find dat it was another hour b4 d bus for curtorim arrives... again, i "not-smoked", cursed, waited, drank half f d lemonade dat i carried for d trip... At last, dere she was... The MADONNA, gracefully spreading her wheels on d ground, gliding like a banshee on marijuana... i jumped, grabbed a seat n turned on "boulevard of broken dreams"... N thn it all began... I reached curtorim... D village starts wit a lake,

is situated around another lake

and ends wit yet another one...

I sat around d lakes, munching goodies...
All of a sudden, dere's a round of applause in d house behind, n out comes a gorgeous bride, dressed in white, with her hubby in fright... Ok, dat ma hav sounded odd, bt it was rhyming... d bride's father thn ordered d beginning of festivities, n i, a total stranger sitting a bit away from their gate, was extended an invitation too... At first, i thot it was jst a formality... bt thn, d kindly fellow said it was an old tradition to invite all those present in d vicinity till d last minute... I was overwhelmed, exhilerated, ecstatic, surprised, joyous and thristy... So i drank d nice things, ate a few rolls n tuk my leave(after congratulating the married couple, of course!!) :D
Goans rock \m/... who wud've thot dat my day wud turn up lik dis... here's a pic of d house dat had d wedding...

Mayb its d way they paint their houses... Anyways, it was starting to get dark, n i headed out to d highway to return to madgaon... An old fellow on his bike agreed to drop me a bit further towards d town... I climbed again, sat on d not-so-pointed-dis-time seat, n v drove off into d sunset... Two fellows, one thin, one old, riding across the landscape, wind whipping our hair, bike creaking noisily underneath... If i wasnt straight, god knows wat wud've happened :P
Got a bus next, reached madgaon, got another bus, reached vasco.. Had a delicious roasted salad sandwich wit extra cheese... Climbed d bus yet again n finally reached d college campus... Piyush chawla screwed up d last chance of India winning d match... D silver lining was dat India did not lose... ...
D day had been tiring, bt u can never imagine wat a day can do to ur life, especially if u r not into sports :)