Our activa was speeding at 70kmph on the road that was leading where only God knew. As we moved, a "splendour" appeared in the front. We reached him asking for the address and if we were heading correct. A man with average Indian height of 5’8, tough looks and branded glares turned to answer us. His glasses made me uncomfortable. Because I could in them see how shabby I looked. We did not ask the name. Who would ask to a person whom you just intend to talk for a minute plus in such a rush?
Flashback: Same date a year back: 28/02/2011
It was my first encounter with Goa. The train arrived at 6:30 am, an hour late as per the scheduled time. I was accompanied by my brother aka “Akshay” aka “IamVijender”. Within half an hour we were on an Activa hunting roads to reach the venue : Goa Institute of Management, Poriem, Sattari, Sanquelium – Goa printed on a piece of paper. It is amusing and the best part of Goa. You can avail self- transport with ease and at economical price.
Purpose: Entrance interview of GIM.
Time: 8:15 am
It was not long since GIM had shifted to the new campus. So inspite of being a renowned college in the vicinity, people could not address to our desperate queries of guidance for the path. Here is the map for the ease of understanding. Madgaon is the station we got down at. We didn’t expect reaching the venue would be such cumbersome task that we should explore the Goa map.
We were told to head towards Panjim which was 35kms from Madgaon. We reached Panjim at 7:50 am. I was preparing myself mentally for the GD and interview. First I got prepared that I shall have to attend the same without taking a bath. As we reached Panjim, we were told, we had come far ahead. There is a by-pass on the way and we need to take that shortest route to reach venue. No one looked confident and sure of what they were saying.
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Finally the news broke in. We were still 40kms away. Travelling the said distance was one task, but finding the correct way was the bigger. I recollect saying to Big B, let’s chuck it. All chances that I will be late and would not be allowed. Let us enjoy Goa. While we took a U turn on the road, my mind started answering questions of “why are you late?”, “sorry, you’re late. The process has already started” and ways to tackle them.
Time coincides. He understood from the talk the need of the hour. He spoke very politely and comforted us saying, he’s heading towards the same place. He assured us of the route that it is the same that he travels on daily basis. We started following him because we had no other option. The clock was ticking 8:10am. I assured myself. As we moved ahead we got down from the National Highway and were soon on the sleekly deserted roads covered with canopy trees. The roads became like “Size Zero” figure and soon we slowed down. We stopped and so did he.
We asked where are you taking us? He answered and his next statement made our eye-brows up in suspicion. He said now that you are running out of time, we shall take a ferry, which is the shortest route. The ferry was near-by and he urged us to move soon as it shall leave and then we’ll have to wait for half an hour before the next turn comes. Zzziiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnngggggggggg! I exclaimed “Ferry”? I remembered ferry being described as a small boat that carries less people and is round as described by my 5th std teacher. I whispered from behind, bhaiyya ferry is such a small boat. Where do we leave the bike and from there how do we go to campus. We started to take a “U” turn and told him we shall find our way. He was puzzled. He stopped to enquire what happened. He started again that he’s very familiar with this road and shall help us reach us early for the interview. Too much of sweet talk huh?
He said he’s a police guy. He’s returning from his night shift and takes this road on daily basis. We said we do not believe you. You’re taking us on a ride. Ferry? What’s that and how do we trust you bla bla bla. He said after trying hard “As you wish”. And my brother finally asked – You say you’re a policeman right. Please show us your Id card. Slump. I swallowed a gulp on the irony that we enquire the integrity of a policeman. He was kind enough and well understood our anxiety. He showed the same and we verified. Still we did not check on the name!
When we reached the Ferry point I was mesmerised. It is not a small boat made of sticks. It is huge, huge enough, where people park their vehicles inside. At a time it has the capacity to take in 1-15 two wheelers and around 5-7 cars. Soon it was full and the engine roared and we reached the other side of the small lake. And soon we stopped at a diversion which showed GIM, Sanquelium with a left arrow. He removed his glasses and gave a smile and said here it is right at the top of the hill. We were in hurry as the clock was ticking 8:40. We wanted to thank him whole heartedly. But mind was saying to rush. We looked front and then to him for 3-4 times. We said a “Big Thank You and Sorry” and the message was communicated through eyes. We bid “goodbye” to him and started ahead. I turned back and looked till he went out of sight. My heart sighed – “God’s messenger “.
And the rest is history. I am a part of GIM. The person’s face is still in my memory. And I wish to see him sometime during my stay here.
For all you curious readers - Yes I was allowed to sit in the process. It was delayed for me. I had to or rather they had to bear a girl who was smartly dressed from outside. But hadn’t taken a bath nor had brushed her teeth. Yes, you read the last one right!