Cosy Gardens and Mugs of Coffee

From my point of view Alibag is definitely a garden district. Sure, the name does imply gardens. So don’t believe people who tell you of long strips of clean sand. Furthermore, these were supposedly isolated beaches, with rarely more people than the toes on my feet. But , I caught sight of neither populated or unpopulated of the sandy specimens. We did end our day at a dry patch of sand (a few grains of sand hardly make a beach!!) to let loose the 116HP 4-wheeled sports monster that we were tagging along with. The creator – I’ll call him GB- was the man in the business seat. Jayesh and I were keenly thinking of ways to change this fact. But ethics and morals deplored us from using strong arm tactics. Ha!
Well the baby was his and there’s no way, legitimately, could we prise him out of the envy-causing seat.. Well GB is pretty pally with the likes of sockets, bolts, wrenches and allen keys. He teams up with them to great effect, turning Standard Heralds into Lotus 7 look-alikes. But those little nuts and bolts seem to lose a little bit of their determination half way through their respective tasks – looking at the end product. GB himself is a hardy fellow, given to working on his 911’s in his younger days, tuning Isuzu splutterers nowadays must be quite a step down now... Don’t see his brow creasing unduly with that thought.
He’s happy in his 1/4th acre garden. His garage and house are nestled together there. The back wall of his garage doubles up as the back wall of his house. A door-less bathroom inside spells out his easy life and visit record of ‘others’. He’s also a coffee lover. Presumably so, since he takes straw polls for a cuppa every so often. We had a cup, two actually, but the second was the memorable one. Not the cups- though they were nice as well. The mould for the cups must have been made of tree bark. The cup texture also seemed that way. Lounging on the patio, shaded by a neem tree and. The wind echoed of the surroundings ebb – gently drifting by. Easy does it in Alibag.
The company was awesome. And seemed even better when sprawled out in the flatbed of the GB's Nissan pickup. We had plonked two Christmassy coloured bean bags (green and red, individually) in the back. We plonked our well padded rear ends in the overstuffed bags, and hung our feet over the tailgate. Thus, we got introduced to Alibag district in style, we did. Only a bottle of beer in each hand was missing. That would complete the image of White bad boys on a typical day after college (movie style!!). Only we are brown and in India. Also, long since out of college.
Now that’s enough. I could just go on (and blogs are meant to be short). But I’ll let it go at this - it was a lot of fun. Later I fell sick – a little give, a little take.
Oh yeah – one more thing. Mr GB lives with his Mrs in all this seclusion, who helps him out with his tasks. My idea of paradise.