Goa: Exoticism within india-part 2 (the three Bs)

As time passes the potency of things decrease but there are few things who are potent enough to retain their magic much longer than a normal lifespan of an experience. I believe Goa belongs to the latter category. A lot of thoughts have come in my mind in past few weeks, which deserves to be typed down, but it is always important to finish the mess that you started with, so here comes Goa part 2.
So after that amazing train journey (please refer to earlier post) that skyrocketed our hopes, we finally reached madgoan station. It was a unique moment at the station, while at one hand we were happy that finally our body wont be under vibrations as they were for past 36 hrs of train journey but at the same time had some hard feelings for the fact that we might never get an opportunity to meet with our co passengers, whome we had so closely observed for past one and half days. But certainly the glam quotient in the train itself had made it clear that most of our "agendas" for the trip will be comprehensively met (a certainity which got crushed miserably). We had already encountered with one of the Bs of the Goa, rather the most important one for some, the other two were yet to be seen. Reaching station was as happy moment as shocking was the first price quote that we got from the taxi wala for carrying us to the guest house that was booked for us. The quote was Rs 600 for a drive of 30 kms. This made one thing sure that after this trip surely we will be bankrupted and probably it will be the last one in our IIT life untill we land with somekind of jackpot or a lottery. The drive to guest house was smooth across the deserted roads,it was humid and we were already getting the feel of Goa. The thought of preserving the energy for next day, tiredness of the day and regulation in guesthouse (which we flouted everyday) to lock the main entrance at 10, made us to retire for bed without any night adventures.
The next day we hired "bikes" and zoomed away for the refuge of hippies the "anjuna beach". Since I was not riding hence not even a single "check point" went un-noticed, few of the checkpoints were so strong that they made the riders swing and the backseaters pray for their safety, particularly when your bike has just rear wheel brakes that too half functional and totally non functional horn. During our journey from panaji to beach a trend was quite evident. As you move towards the beach from the city, the amount of textile requirements for making apparels decrease linearly, becoming close to zero at the beach and exactly zero if you are lucky! we were half lucky. In the circumference of 5 km from the beach I believe gaon government had some strict regulations regarding clothing which everyone was obliging. So throughout our stay we found just two offenders of this regulation who were wearing pair of jeans !!!!!! and not super short shorts. As far as beach is concerned it was a mesmerizing experience for me, because in the name of beach I had just seen juhu beach of mumbai before. And I can surely say that though Anjuna is not the best beach of goa but certainly juhu appears to be a drainage when compared to it. Beach was thronged with three kind of tourists, one were the foreigners who had came to India to experience sun and beach at a budget cost and maybe do narcotics too (hippies too will come under this), then there were Indians who had come to have a romantic holiday with their spouses or loved ones and then there were us, who had come to make maximum in these days. (I should not be elaborating on what all things are included in that maximum) Any single girl particularly foreigner was deemed to be "available" rather "seeking". I believe this was the general perception of most of the people who belonged to our category. This appeared to be true too in some cases as we once spotted an Indian who was eyeing on one of us (and I need not mention who he was) and the stares and giggles lasted for a long time. The target too gave many poses of playing pool bare chested to the spotters but the whole ordeal ended with none of the sides blinking. Finally the hunters were hunted by someone else who made a move. There was a brief discussion amongst us about whether the stares were "availability" signals, or it were stares to compare the option in front with the option that you had already sidelined with. It was inconclusive as are most of the discussions. We played with the waves a lot and then moved on for our next stop, the wagah beach. So here we enjoyed the second B of Goa, since I do not consume alcohol so I was spared of the Booze, the third B but seeing banners saying "family bar", I could imagine what importance the third B holds. It would be hard for me to judge that out of the three Bs which one was the most exciting, I would though sideline with the second one, as I had a full experience of that one only and the rest were just distantly seen and imagined what they would have meant in full fervor. I think the post had already crossed the limits of testing the readers patience so I should halt now. I'll keep posting but for all those who had been to goa or are thinking of going, than for you which B was the most exciting or appears to be most exciting, if you still did not get what the three Bs were, let me be explicit: Babe, Beach, Booze.Please do add your comment too