Lollapalooza !! The rustic there exhaled the scent of mystic. The moment my feet touched that terra firma , the profundity of the lines “ You may write me down in history with your bitter twisted lies. You may trod me in the very dirt, But still, like dust, I will rise.” from Maya Angelou ‘s poem, Still I Rise, filled every cell of my being with a vicarious  power of being a woman – the power that was needed to absorb the experience that was to unfold in the following three days. The frictional disconnect from the fast and furious Mumbai life slowly began to morph into fractal enlightenment and quotidian sneakily disappeared    into oblivion and what surfaced was just utopian.

The tall tress plumaged over my head, allowing me just enough Sun and otter-like ocean  set my spirits into motion.  Goa and God after all have sixty percent common. You get it, right?I was nudged from my stupefying thoughts when our Pilates coach  Cam called out in her inimitable style,” Girls, on you mats, please !”And each one of us followed like  an obedient and compliant sepoy. Camilia Oberoi’s persona is such, almost otherworldly. She doesn’t walk, she flows, she doesn’t shine, she glows. She is like a dancing flame, a rippling wave, sometimes a playful dolphin, at other times a chiseled mannequin telling us how to play and how to be still.  And there we were squatting, lunging, plunging, planking, yanking and spanking ourselves. We did postures while  inhaling and exhaling, sweating and fretting, wailing and regaling.We loved it all.



‘The Goa Escape,  as our team of  13 women was called, was  nothing less than  an army  led by our  posit commander Camilia . And female of the species is always more dangerous,you see. The army had charming Bush with her dulcet voice , loving Neer with her abundant patience and wisdom, fastidious Kala with her lawful take on everything, winsome Sara with her towering disposition , stylish Preet with her uninhibited Chutzpah , honey sweet khush with her silent glow, petite Tibha with her discerning and quiet personality , compassionate Beh with her special veterinary acumen , vivacious Dana with her hourglass figure and her relevant cerebral questions  and feather- like Shweety with light eyes making her even lighter, Bhavi, the healthy nut,with her senses and sensibility about food and precocious Sam, a 10 year old,  and humble me observing and absorbing the dynamic amongst all of us.

We were all so veritably different yet together we were all like a flight of birds. Each one her own person, but still in unison.  Each with her own individual energy, contributing to collective synergy. We ate together , we swam together , we went to ocean together. We talked, we discoursed, we introspected, we reflected, we deflected, we added a bit, we

subtracted  a bit.


We alternated between fasting and feasting, overdressing  and underdressing, between anti-fit and fit, between normcore and couture, between earthen and epicurean, between present and antediluvian, between dance and trance,  between Bollywood gupshup and Hollywood gossip, between terrestrial and celestial.  we celebrated our  ignorance and enlightenment  with laughs and chaffs. We shopped, we hopped. We picked some, we dropped some. We truly lived in the space of ,”  the more the merrier.”

Bhavna drove us nuts ,nay, healthy nuts with her healthy Whole Food Plant Based recipes. We made almond milk and others of its ilk. We licked, we clicked,we flipped, we tripped , we complied, we lied and a few of us eloped to ‘Mustard’ to offset the effect of vegan custard. We sipped  fresh lime and wine  and we  devoured avocado toasts and chicken roasts. We cribbed and crabbed a bit and we loved and thanked a lot. We learnt that when it comes to food” Less is more.”

And then came the moment, where we were to shift from doing so much and doing everything  to “do nothing” with Satori duo. We truly experienced “Dolce Far Niente.” It is an Italian phrase which means ‘pleasure of doing nothing’. Well we all know, ‘doing nothing’ is more difficult than ‘doing something’. Putting your body and  hands to rest and listening to percussive sounds  of hang pan for one and a half hour to meditate on various parts of our body in complete stillness was the most solemn and celebratory. The febrile flames and the sensuous  incense made it ambient for us to surrender ourselves to those sounds to hear what our heart had to say. We cut all the noises, and heard our inner voices.

And slowly and slowly we emptied ourselves of all the baggage that was weighing us down in Mumbai. We scoured till our inner was totally empty and we began to realize our sense of  proprioception anew and the strength of our worked –upon core and  sinew.We felt spiritually fulfilled but not jarringly filled. We felt empty –empty of grudges  and guilts, of vices and viciousness, of burdens and boredom and we were empty enough to take on vagaries of the world—after all, it is the emptiness of the cup that makes it useful !! Amen !!

Ritu Garg
Ritu Garg

Ritu Garg likes to call herself a wordsmith. She collects words like a philatelist would collect stamps or a numismatic would collect coins. Words give her power, she shares a relationship with them. Words make herthoughts tactile, tangible and transferrable.


Aparna Posted on12:33 pm - May 10, 2018

You take us on a self discovery jouthey Ritu; resonating an urban woman’s tale when she is flitting like a butterfly from one new activity to another admist serene settings.

    Ritu Piyush Garg Posted on12:18 am - May 11, 2018

    Thank you Aparna that it resonated with you //
    I love the metaphor butterfly.
    You truly got the spirit of the article. Thanks

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