Back from Goa, and no matter what you say, or what I think, leaving Goa is a tough thing, so there. All the more so when the Gokhale you care about isn't back in Gokhale. Which should make eminent sense to all the equally schizophrenic Gokhaleites I know.
So yeah, the Goa trip. Expect (rather optimistically, since today was supposed to be the first installment) regular postings here about the trip, and small lessons in life gleaned during the duration (I'm sure that's phrased incorrectly, but its two in the morning and I'm not going to play editor) of the trip.
As a teaser, consider this first piece of wisdom, straight from Sage Chaman: "Goa is, like, so balanced, man! There's sand and there's beer. So you drink beer, and then you walk in the sand. Walking in the sand is tough, man. So you, like, get tired man! And that makes you thirsty. And so you drink more beer. Balanced. I mean... yeah, balanced"
There's a poet lurking within all of us. Some of us compose sonnets, and most Gokhaleites make the haiku look like an obvious art form, but there certainly is a poet inside all of us.