I was 15 years old & of the same age, we were gangs of 8-10
boys in Kailash Nagar. My best pals were Bachu, Kaushal Mehta, Jignesh Mehta,
Raju, Lendi, Manish Kale, Tobu, Lalu & Paras. I had been always close to all
of them, share a good repo with them, always ready to forfeiture & put my
feet down to help them, even by going out of the way. Positive attitude of mine
has made more loyal to each other.
It was August’ 1989’s, one day
during raining season, while playing cricket, we thought of going to small vacation.
After through discussion, final
attendees & enquiry from sources, we decided to go our dream destination-GOA.
Being 15 years old, I definitely fantasies of staying on Calangute
beach as it was well know as haven for the hippies who discovered this beach in the late
70s & also the exquisite beauty of the Calangute beach bringing hordes of foreign
tourists from all over world to Goa. We made final plan to reach there for
spending our vacation soaked in the serenity of the sea, monsoon, sand & drinks. Being a teenage, we were all very excited
about tourist women sunbathing and swimming was still allowed on Calangute. Those foreigners with a yen for this
kind of things gravitated us there like flies to honey.
We booked Hotel & the bus ticket
from Manish Travel, Kandivali & Start our journey for Goa. We booked Hotel
Reis Magoes, a remote spot, approx 15 KM away from Panjim. I was accompanied by
Bachu, Kaushal, Jigu & Raju. Friends in arm, carrying our clothes, Camera,
few bucks & dream destination, that’s it. For the 1st time, we
started our marching towards our dream vacation spot, that too all alone.
We started our journey at 5pm
& in no time, night arrived. In 3x2 luxury buses, I was not very well-fixed
my body sleeping in reclining seats but moisture cool air was little helping for
me, taking happy naps, in cuts & pieces. Kaushal, Bachu & Jigu were on left
side of mine & Raju was my neighbor. All of sudden @ night 2am, Raju
whispered something in my ears. I felt like some singing rhymes as his voice
was not very clear. His voice was diluted with cold breeze coming from open window
of speedy bus. After his perpetual attempt, I woke-up with gujju scurrilous on
him & ask him why he woke me up from sweet dream. Holding his center stage from
his trouser, he expressed a very strange & unexpected demand from me. “Chetan, I have strong feeling of urinating
but shying to inform Driver. If bus won’t wait in a minute then the ocean of
urine will flow from my trouser & need to release it ASAP”.
Understanding, his pledge, immediately I ran towards Driver’s cabin to request
him to stop bus on the spot… but Driver abnegated my unusual bespeak. My
warning was inaudible to his deaf ears “Bus
nahin roka to mera friend chaddi mein hi SUSU kar lenga”. Being a small
boy, I am left with no choice but to return to last seat… Now??? He was in
puzzle as everyone in the bus were sleeping & we were laughing & joking
on him.. Impotently, He was holding tight as he was worrying if little delay in
stopping bus would open his NIAGRA-FALLS from his trouser & we won’t reach
to Panjim before 10am. All of sudden, my evil thought knockout heaven’s door
for him as I gave him 2 OPTIONS (1)pass urine in plastic bag or (2) pass urine
from open window. Since we were sitting on 2nd last seat so let
others taste nectar-A tasteless liquid secretion that is attractive to
pollinators. With no time drop, I made Kangaroo-womb from my t-shirt & ask
Kaushal to drop all the banana wafers to emptied plastic bag & hand-over
the same to Raju. Finally, showing his back to us, he relives his chemicals in
just 2 minute. During entire job completion, word left “Wow, got a relief…..” & for entire screening, we were left
with huge laughing like a mad man. Our terrible laugh made some of the passengers
fired at us. We reached to Panjim on 11am & Raju was wearing the same
trouser – nectar sprinkled ….& none of us were bother of the same.
This was life of teenaged, we spend together. As a friend, keeping shoulder-to-shoulders, we had fight back all nods, we were carrying our friendship together, we never became older – Till today, when we meet on occasions, we do hug, remember our past & enjoy as if we were victorious from the world war.
Remembrance of life of teenaged is un-forgettable…..whatever years of age you pass-by…..i wish, I could go back to past…
