Goa: Exoticism within India- part 1: the journey

After two minor trips we finally decided to start for the mother of all inland trips - Goa. Though as expected, trip met many initial hiccups with assignment submissions carefully aligned with our tentative dates for the trip and credit crunch within hostel reaching its peak, aggravating the liquidity situation, but still the six of us started for the trip. The train journey was supposed to be 30 hours long and to begin with, the train arrived at station around an hour late. We all were thinking what the hell in this world will we do within that moving sheet metal box for 30 hours to prevent ourselves from smashing our own heads out of boredom. But as it is said that God always plans out things for happiness of its disciples, something good was planned for us too. As soon as we entered our boogie and checked our seats, we realized that we were sandwiched between two college groups which had extremely good looking girls as its part and all of them going to goa. Suddenly the hopes were raised withing the island of hopelessness.
With the change of neighbours changed our behavioral characteristics, so now instead of window seat, the other corner seat was the one most fought for as it was giving a glimpse of intra-boogie beauty . Suddenly the middle berth was most sought after again for the same reasons. And every now and then each of us was ready to move in within the train for throwing garbage in dustbins (as if railways provide any in sleeper compartments) or look for some vendor in the pathways. More than 50% of the talks that we had amongst ourselves, was over our neighbours. Suddenly we occupied the roles of judges of some beauty contest and started rating the contestants who themselves were unaware that every action of thiers is spotted, debated and rated through out, even most finest of their postures were observed and analysed. Then we did pick up our favourites. But all in all 30 hours ended in pure observation and not even a single sentence of communication (I am hoping that our vulturish looks didn't communicate anything to them). So this was how our journey from Delhi to Madgaon ended and with it, lost was the attraction which was build over 30 long hours of observation and discussions........................................

To be continued.................................