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SOCIETY & TRENDS: VACATION
Singles Mingle
Sex was not top of the mind as Associate
Editor Harinder Baweja found out when she was invited to an unusual holiday
in Goa-for singles only
By
Harinder Baweja
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| It was perfectly
natural to sit by the beach and talk to strangers about one's deepest
emotions. |
Initially, it sounded
too much like a smart advertisement punchline aimed at the teeny-moonies:
"Are you single and ready to mingle?" But then I thought, why
not. For, how often do you actually get to meet unattached men, especially
when you're on the wrong side of 30 and not eager to be on the right side
of 40? Interesting men-as discussed at our "feet-up" evenings-are
already taken. The ones who do show some interest are far too "unhappily
married" and that, mind you, is trouble.
So when I received this letter from the Taj
Group of Hotels, saying they were organising a singles vacation in Goa
and were only inviting people in the age group of 30 and 45, I must confess
I was tempted. They also said they had got together 40 singles and though
it had not been planned-coincidences do happen-the group had been neatly
divided, 20 men and 20 women. Besides, they had screened the guests and
not put the package up for grabs. So it wasn't available to the highest
bidder, nor were they letting in the 20-somethings; the 50-plus were passe.
So there I was, on a flight to Goa, two days
after Valentine's Day, when I had spent the evening mingling with a much
married crowd. But the next 48 hours, I reminded myself, were for me and
the like-minded, who on many occasions in the past had wanted to take
off on a holiday but had simply failed to find the right companions. The
next two days would be about meeting interesting people in their fleeting
30s and naughty 40s. About spending time getting to know new people. Unlike
the weekends back home where time is spent-let's face it-bitching and
gossiping about work and home.
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| All that mattered
was your ability to let your hair down and your feet up. |
This was different. The evening was spreading
itself across the sky and Goa was just what the hotel brochure had seductively
promised it would be. A sparkle of sapphire in the morning, a diamond
scattered fantasy at night. A sea that lapped gently on the white, sandy
beaches and whispered tales of love.
Love? Head for the bar, I reminded myself. That's
where we were supposed to meet. A yoga session had been organised on the
beach a little earlier, but then not everyone had come to attend it. Perhaps,
they'd been busy having their champagne baths. Yes, that's what the hotel
had provided in each of the "single occupancy, double-bedded rooms''.
Only after reading the letter did we understand why the waiter had taken
the champagne into the bathroom, lit the candles and put petals into the
bathtub. To indulge ... luxuriate ... pamper ... soak and "bring
your words to the bar".
The lights were dim and the warm sound of chatter
filled the room as I walked in, surveying those already present there.
The trepidation melted and the ice broke, quickly. Up came the singleton
from Hyderabad-wearing his shorts as confidently as his lock of grey-holding
his hand out to Neena Gupta of Saans and Viv Richards fame. Startling
Neena he said, "Hi! We haven't met. What do you do?"
"What do you do?'' the actress retorted,
smiling dangerously.
"Event management," he answered, still
not getting it.
"Is it rural events that you spend your
time managing?" asked Neena her face deadpan.
The chatter continued over tequila shots and
a cocktail-making session as we did the rounds, introducing ourselves
to one another: professional executives from the varied worlds of marketing,
advertising, banking. Time wasn't wasted talking shop. Not in a room full
of fun-loving, confident people who all knew they were there to interact.
It didn't take long before the conversation veered around to the "so,
why aren't you married" question. It was an important question. For
why would someone like Neena-unafraid of being an unwed single mother-come
for a do like this. The answer is companionship.
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