I love work, I can sit and look at it for hours....well and then get a freakin idea that probably makes it to the newspaper, urging you to join a university from the convenience of your home. But that's not why 'm writing this piece.
What I really want to say is that Goa was brilliant.
It was an amalgamation of advertising professionals, those who love to write, who love to visualise, who bring their souls with them and etch it on paper so that the indian public gets moved within 30 seconds of something that's squeezed amongst their programs to enthral them. Captivate. Grab the pulse. That is exactly why this place was buzzing with people with varied experiences, well travelled creative folks, who sat in the seminar gorging on everything that John Wilkins said or what Strawberry Frog had to offer.The Hitchcock/Scorcese movie shown by the One Club president, was a smirk and a tongue in cheek remark at the brilliance of Scorcese and a true fanatic's tale. The seminar hangars were wonderfully air conditioned so the Goa sun didn't scorch us, sunscreens and sunglasses saved the day though. The event was brilliant with DJ Akhtar playing some rapchick numbers, with Washing powder Nirma remix, was an instant hit! The exotic fire breathers were remarkable, but I kind of missed it. The food was sponsored by Espirit on the second day and the cornucopia of extravagance was simply lip smacking. Life at the Goafest was splendid. The 2 day festival just rocked the waters, the beaches, the sun and ended up being one great view above the waters of Colva, as my parachute took me away, and I laughed and felt like Raima sen in Honeymoon travels limited, with the only difference being she was in a saree and I was in a skirt!
PS: I wore pyjamas underneath, so don't get any ideas! :D
