Alibaug 2

As expected.
Today(Yesterday's Tomorrow) was worse.
Failure seemed a lot more easier. Actually it seemed that it was your middle name.
Ok . To the point , Self did not get placed in slot 0, so was pushed to slot One.

What happened in Slot one is another story. Did you ever wonder what does a person feel like when Slot zero does not happen to him. I was there last year, In my seniors slot one,
pushing my seniors from one interview to another , barely managing to tell them , which company's interview process they were being pushed into. And then this senior broke down.
Emotions finally finding a vent in tears, and i felt miserable watching a 25 year cry, in the middle of the placements, more than "a 25 year old", a senior cry.A person you have looked up to for the past one year.

You have always maintained it is ok to cry. Why just cry, but feel every possible emotion a human being feels and live it the way it should be. Do not classify emotions as being feminine or not, just feel them.

Yes sir a lot more easier said than done.

We reached Alibaug by 9 :30 or so . And while the crowd all around us was running all over mandawa to either get into The bus to the remaining Tum Tums we blissfully had our break Fast. A couple of vada pavs and a cutting. Finally when the consensus was nearing somewhere from where we did not want to walk all the way to alibaug, We buzzed the maaldar fellow.

Hello sir, How u doing. His reply , wtf u people still doing here when everybody has left this place.
He pushed us into a Tum Tum and we saved 350 bucks by not having to hire one .

Customer service at its best.We changed the 6 seater at alibaug and finally reached Devdanda, where we had booked our lodge.

In the course of our stay there a lot many things were attempted, Alcohol 3 patti and Beach being mention worthy.

We went to kashid beach in the evening , which actually is a dangerous beach. Because it is steep,
not very, but steep enough to be dangerous. The sunset was beautiful as it always is on a beach.

And sometimes to flow against the waves and sometimes is another experience altogether.
If there is one thing i could change about the beach, it would be the taste of the water. I understand salinity, all rivers flowing into the river. mineral salts et all. and i accept all.

But why , Why god in Christ's name need to make the sea water saline. I hate it.One day when i become god, whoosh, and all the sea water become become sweet just like a sandesh.

One of our believer friend (Not in me) wanted to visit uncle God , Even after 100 requests he did not oblige that god resides in our heart. He was pretty ok that god can reside in his heart, But in mine, naaaah. So we had to visit this Birla temple which was about 2 KMs off our route.
Pretty decent temple one must say. The typical Birla style where one must climb at least a plateau if not a hill to reach it.

The next day we were supposed to go to naigaon beach. That was the plan whenwe went to sleep.The next afternoon we just visited the Devdanda beach for solidarity sake, when we saw a fort on the other side of water.

The next as they say is history. We were in the fort in 3 hours after a sumptous lunch and being robbed(Neat and complete) by a autowallah. An add on was the light house thrown in as a complimentary dish. The fort was OKish.

We finally returned to churchgate and had our dinner at Khyber, a grossly overrated eatery.
Won't go there again.

Till you do not cry how will you know that the tears taste saline.

Off to goa tomorrow.