Year: 2007
Month: June
Route: Panjim to St Xavier’s Basallica
6 toursits from hyderabad on 3 rented bikes and.on one of the bikes,
Rider: Wow. Dude what a ride
Pillion: Seriously what a ride!!
Rider: Reminds me of the lanes of the game Road Rash.. Look at those smooth curves man. No other curves gave me better riding pleasure than these.
Pillion: haha. Dude! For a minute Take your eyes off the road and look around you. This river along the road, the artistic beauty of the houses, and the whole environment around here is just breath taking. People living here are on an a eternal vacation. Imagine living in a place like this. Seems fantastic, Isn’t it
Rider: Ya right..In your dreams.
Year:2010
Month: July
The pillion got placed in GIM. with the previous notions of goan beauty, He Came to Sanquilem (pronounced saankh-lee in local accent). He got a shock of his life to see the bare minimum campus at saank-lee amidst the worst of monsoon season. Felt terrible when he was denied a place at the hostel due to the pending construction work and was one of the few who were directed to stay at the old campus at a place called Ribandar. Feeling wet and cheated he packed his bags to move on to his new temporary destination. On the way back he realised that the lanes seemed vaguely familiar. He knew the old campus was on the banks of Mandovi River but he never thought it would be the very same place he admired 3 years back. His depression faded and mood turned better. Finally his dream was realised.
Ribandar campus, a heritage site, atypical of Portugal style construction painted in yellow. It was maternity hospital for decades where many goans, infact some of my class mates were born. It must have felt really spooky to study at a place where you were actually born in. I wonder if some of them actually knew the very rooms they were born in. Different sections of ribandar campus still retain their old names. Boys used to stay in hostels called OT-1(operation theatre) and Morgue.
I really wondered how people staying in morgue must have felt, I heard some rumours of ghosts but they hardly seemed credible. I think if you die in a place as beautiful as this your soul should remain at peace and there is hardly any reason to haunt people.
(to be continued.. This is my last day at ribandar and this article is my tribute to the place and the wonderful experiences this place has left me with, I want to finsh this off badly but there is hardly anytime left to pack my bags. Can’t wait to write the rest of the article..)
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Image Courtesy: Kalpak Iyer (The Photographer.)
Month: June
Route: Panjim to St Xavier’s Basallica
6 toursits from hyderabad on 3 rented bikes and.on one of the bikes,
Rider: Wow. Dude what a ride
Pillion: Seriously what a ride!!
Rider: Reminds me of the lanes of the game Road Rash.. Look at those smooth curves man. No other curves gave me better riding pleasure than these.
Pillion: haha. Dude! For a minute Take your eyes off the road and look around you. This river along the road, the artistic beauty of the houses, and the whole environment around here is just breath taking. People living here are on an a eternal vacation. Imagine living in a place like this. Seems fantastic, Isn’t it
Rider: Ya right..In your dreams.
Year:2010
Month: July
The pillion got placed in GIM. with the previous notions of goan beauty, He Came to Sanquilem (pronounced saankh-lee in local accent). He got a shock of his life to see the bare minimum campus at saank-lee amidst the worst of monsoon season. Felt terrible when he was denied a place at the hostel due to the pending construction work and was one of the few who were directed to stay at the old campus at a place called Ribandar. Feeling wet and cheated he packed his bags to move on to his new temporary destination. On the way back he realised that the lanes seemed vaguely familiar. He knew the old campus was on the banks of Mandovi River but he never thought it would be the very same place he admired 3 years back. His depression faded and mood turned better. Finally his dream was realised.
Ribandar campus, a heritage site, atypical of Portugal style construction painted in yellow. It was maternity hospital for decades where many goans, infact some of my class mates were born. It must have felt really spooky to study at a place where you were actually born in. I wonder if some of them actually knew the very rooms they were born in. Different sections of ribandar campus still retain their old names. Boys used to stay in hostels called OT-1(operation theatre) and Morgue.
I really wondered how people staying in morgue must have felt, I heard some rumours of ghosts but they hardly seemed credible. I think if you die in a place as beautiful as this your soul should remain at peace and there is hardly any reason to haunt people.
(to be continued.. This is my last day at ribandar and this article is my tribute to the place and the wonderful experiences this place has left me with, I want to finsh this off badly but there is hardly anytime left to pack my bags. Can’t wait to write the rest of the article..)
'
Image Courtesy: Kalpak Iyer (The Photographer.)
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