Chp 77. Manori Beach > Palm Beach Resort

What better ways to end a stressful week at the office than by stealing away to a peaceful idyllic beach resort with friends for the weekend where you can unwind and do absolutely anything that you want.

The Location: Manori Beach, Palm Beach Resort.

The cast and their characters:

Camera woman cum director: Perween
Producer: Samit
Comedian cum sound-in-charge: Sachin
Hero: Little Faham
Item number: Lavita
Drinks-in-charge: Kima
Dietician: Dinpuii
Quietician: Mandy
Censor Board: JV
Based on a true life story: Birthday girl Tina

Lights
Camera
Action!

So there we were, on our way to this fantabulous beach resort for the weekend. I was with my sister and JV in his car since he wanted to drive all the way there, while the rest of the gang came by the ferry express.

Got lost on the way and ended up at Pali Beach Resort which was like 50 kms away from our destination. Lolz. JV didn’t want to ask for directions and had I been driving, neither would I. It’s a guy thing. We don’t just stop and ask for directions when there’s a woman present in the car, and this applies to nearly every male species in this World.

Finally reached Palm Beach Resort. We had just missed the beautiful sunset because of the wrong turn that we took. Damn! But the rest of the gang already there took a couple of snaps.







So we moved on to our bungalow. It was one huge room with 5 double beds. I met my sister’s friends again, and this time Perween and Samit bought little Faham along. Man, he’s so cute that I just wanna gobble him up (Thank God for the existence of metrosexuals, such a remark by a guy is now accepted by society )

We booked our tree-top party location in the Beach resort, and Sachin bought his laptop along. Fixed the speakers and soon it was party time.

Those of you who are planning to go to this Resort must keep this in mind: You have to bring your own stock of hard liquor along as the Resort only caters to Beer. Fortunately for me, the guys I was with had already been here before and know about this.

Very soon we were rocking the place. We really did set that tree top place on fire that night. Even little Faham was shaking his hip to Daddy Yankee’s “Rompe” and Sona family's “ek gilassi do gilassi teen gilassi char”. Soon, many of the other guests at the Resort that night started gathering around our tree top so we pumped up the volume and the entire area near our tree top was one big grind session. Everybody danced, strangers you’ve never met before, enjoying the night without the utmost care about who they are dancing with, all under the bright moonlight and the sounds of the waves hitting the shores in a distance.



I really enjoyed that night. I think I made atleast a full bottle of Bacardi disappear. Sachin even let me DJ my entire hiphop CD infront of the crowd which included tracks like Fort Minor’s “Where’d you go” and “Believe me”, Shakira’s “Hips don’t lie” and “La tortura” , Juelz Santana’s “Oh yes”, Daddy Yankees’ “Gasolina” and “Rompe”, Eminems’ “Shake that” and the bit old Rihanna’s “Pon de replay”, MVP’s “Rock ya body”, R.Kelly’s “Burn it up”, Akon’s “Lonely” and “Locked up”, PCD’s “Don’t cha” and “Beep” and BYP’s “My Humps”. Gawddd I love that night!

At exactly 12, it was cake smearing time. Sang a hearty happy birthday song to dear Tina and what followed next was a chaotic chocolate cake flying everywhere incident. After we all washed up, the party continued and I think we all winded up around 3-4 am. Man, it was indeed a great party!



Now comes the only bummer of the weekend Shangri-La. Mosquitoes!!!! Freaking thousands and thousands of them, sucking the very life out of me. By 5am I was completely sober and scratching every part of my body; sober because I think the damn mosquitoes sucked out all traces of alcohol present in my bloodstream. Sachin, Mandy and Lavita slept like a baby while the rest of us were up the whole night donating blood. I even went outside to sleep on the hammock but there were even more mosquitoes there. Sometimes I even felt as if the mosquitoes were actually rocking the hammock in one great unified motion.

Anyway, I managed to sleep for an hour. When the sun rose, Perween and Samit ordered breakfast and we filled our stomach. Food was excellent. Pav and omlette, chicken ham sandwiches, alloo paratha and coffee. After we were re-energized, Sachin and I went to the beach, but it was too damn hot n humid to hang-five there so we walked back to the resort and dived into the shaded swimming pool. Boy that felt good. Swam, floated, splashed, drowned, did all sort of crazy stuff.







Am definitely not going to miss out little Faham trying his best to join us too. He would scream and scream while his mom or dad takes him across the pool on their back. Samit tried his best to teach his son how to swim but was disappointed to realize it’s gonna take a few more years for Faham to swim across the English Channel. Here he is fiddling with the life-saver not understanding exactly what it’s for.



After the refreshing pool session, it was back to the treetop. Blasted the music and opened up another bottle of beer while leisurely watching a group of vacationers play football below. Our lunch was served there and soon it was time to big adieu to this wonderful place. Back to the busy city life and back to a hectic office schedule (I’m just speaking on behalf of the other guys ). Before I end this post, a few parting photographs.

[ Me on top of the treehouse with the stony rugged part of the beach as the background ]


[ Me showing little Faham one of the mysteries and wonders of the World, that pebbles can make sound if you bang them against each other but mushrooms growing on the side of palm trees don’t ]

[ And finally, the entire gang ]