Reminiscing About the Goa Trip
Want to reminisce/know about a Goa trip that happened like, for real? Hop on. Our Commvault India family goes on a pilgrimage of sorts — once every three years — a triennial pilgrimage, if you will. An executive team is formed to ‘research’ and decide on our holiday destination. Lo and behold, it’s Goa! Every. Single. Time. Not complaining. It’s the only place whose heart and resorts are big enough to hold all of us together under one roof. We desire that as it’s the only time we get to notice the difference between a person’s profile photo and their actual profile. Know what I mean?
The resort's breakfast arena is suitable for dropping by a colleague’s table and crib together about the resort’s breakfast spread. Ha! Time runs its own course when in Goa, never enough to visit the places you planned to but always enough to gather in time for the organized Gala dinner.
With drinks and food on the house, almost everyone tends to forget about them kidneys. The dance floor is filled with all the Vaulter’s — intoxicated but not much to leave one unattended. Groups are formed and merged according to the dance form one is adhering to. But everyone gets on the dancing train when it starts occasionally. After close to 5 hours of constant dancing and drinking, one is always left craving for more.
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Somewhere between the chants of ‘once more DJ wale babu’ to ‘play a better song’, we were thrown out of the dance floor and rushed in time for dinner. Actually, no… that would be a lie. We were way late for dinner. Food served as an excuse to relax. When your feet hurt, your voice is gone with all the shouting, food, and conversations that followed on the food table acted as a balm.
The restaurant we were in is situated was close to the sea, us moving in groups to the beach was evident. What a contrast of sorts — from chaos to calm. Fallen — we retreated to our rooms in the resort. The next day, some went on to seek more thrill while others found refuge in one of the many beaches. This was a day of no obligations and of forming stories to tell until our next Goa trip is planned.
