Goa, October 2003, Class IX, Article in SchoolMag, Found it in trash.
On 5th October, 69 aliens boarded Paschim Express and it was a start of memorable and enjoyable journey which was to ultimately end in Goa. After wait of many days the moment all were longing for had arrived. We could look forward to 8 days free from all hassles of our daily monotonous school life. Kranti at home, Teacher ka Ghulam (Joru is not around yet) at school, Golmaal in home work and the same world of Roti, Kapda aur Makaan but in Goa you were Khiladion ka Khiladi and Hero No. 1
The first and last 2 days were spent singing, dancing, racking your brains in chess, playing, trading cards and (secrets), gossiping and (Adam) teasing. These Four Days were unique in them and will be remembered for ever. However the real party started when we reached Goa. Beaches, food, football, disco and friends made a deadly cocktail. Oh! Delicious. We spent most of our time in water and sea. (Oops!) Rather it should be near sea, but it was still enjoyable.
Our hotel (no,no) our ship was aesthetically designed, well maintained and fulfilled every modern need of ours. In front was the gigantic Arabian Sea stretching as far as you could see and behind were the banks of meandering Mandovi river. Contrary to the expectations of our parents that the trip was very long it seemed too short. As the returning train was reaching chandigarh, children were pleading to God and railway officials that it would be late.
All in all it was a trip for plentiful Yaadein and as our caravan reached our prisons, and our Yaadon ki baraat reached Sajan ke sasural, we were back to boring Chalti ka Naam Zindagi once again.
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