List: Goa | Curated by Maruti Naik

Jul 1, 2023

19 stories

Goa
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let us becould you not please
strip down
to your vest
your psychedelic shorts
we would not mind
if you rocked the look
but as things stand
you are…
Jul 1, 2023
Jul 1, 2023
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paradise losta concrete road
cleaving a field
getting nowhere
faster
Jun 28, 2023
Jun 28, 2023
In
An Idea (by Ingenious Piece)
by
Maruti Naik
ponjola humble vessel
it was
tethered to the shore
witnessing many
a tide roll
in and out
and the sun and the moon
playing tag
Jun 26, 2023
Jun 26, 2023
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courtyardits not huge
our courtyard
but it sure seemed so
when it served
as our nursery
for all manner of games
the tulsi serving
as the starting…
Jun 24, 2023
Jun 24, 2023
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courtyard — 2memories
lie scattered
across my courtyard
like many flowers
Jun 24, 2023
Jun 24, 2023
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goa — travel memorieswe started with regular bench seat Kadamba bus, then semi luxury where the seat would recline just a tad — then the luxury where the seats…
May 30, 2023
1
May 30, 2023
1
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Goa - SApril 2010It all started around a table at greens, back in feb 2010. We decided to close the year as fast as we could and head for a rendezvous in…
Apr 12, 2010
Apr 12, 2010
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Martins-from a long time ago
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017
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Goa- the crazy onesJobs had famously described the crazy ones as “the ones who see things differently”. This series is in honor of a few such crazy people…
Dec 17, 2018
1
Dec 17, 2018
1
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The crazy ones — Part 2 — ShanyaaI had written about my uncle, Dayanand Sanvordekar, a few weeks ago. Today, i would like to introduce you to his better half; Kishori at…
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019
In
An Idea (by Ingenious Piece)
by
Maruti Naik
Permanent AddressStarted reading “A city happens in Love” by Ravish Kumar — translated from the Hindi version — Ishq mein shahar hona, by another favorite…
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019
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The crazy ones -Part 3- Vinu MamaI owe my name to Vinu Mama. The story goes that my parents were not able to close on my name — my mother wanted it to be Prasad and my…
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019
In
An Idea (by Ingenious Piece)
by
Maruti Naik
unforgettableThere is a small incline in the road between my village, Shiroda and Bori. One night while travelling back home with my brother on…
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020
In
An Idea (by Ingenious Piece)
by
Maruti Naik
the naked truthMy father passed away just about 25 years ago. He fought cancer for as long as he could. His resistance ended one night at that…
Aug 1, 2020
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Aug 1, 2020
3
In
An Idea (by Ingenious Piece)
by
Maruti Naik
dawn at Shirodathe sun knocks
softly
filtering through the trees
a few birds
start a song
like jazz musicians
warming up a groove
a leaf breaks free…
Nov 22, 2021
1
Nov 22, 2021
1
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goa diary — june 2022good thing about driving down to Goa is that it allows you to carry back a ton of stuff. Mancuraad mangoes and sukka bangdaa from goa…
Jun 7, 2022
Jun 7, 2022
In
An Idea (by Ingenious Piece)
by
Maruti Naik
kulakaarthe pond
we ran to
the stones
we skipped
the records
set each summer
to be broken
the next
Jul 25, 2022
1
Jul 25, 2022
1
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growing up in GoaI remember the wind
conducting a soothing symphony
rustling leaves of huge mango trees
as we waited with breath bated
coconut frond torches…
Apr 29, 2023
Apr 29, 2023
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a little hut beside the riverthere’s this little hut
at the point
where the gates move
with the tide
allowing the river
into the fields
and the fish come in
and go out…
May 7, 2023
May 7, 2023

Goa

let us be

could you not please strip down to your vest your psychedelic shorts we would not mind if you rocked the look but as things stand you are…

paradise lost

a concrete road cleaving a field getting nowhere faster

ponjol

a humble vessel it was tethered to the shore witnessing many a tide roll in and out and the sun and the moon playing tag

courtyard

its not huge our courtyard but it sure seemed so when it served as our nursery for all manner of games the tulsi serving as the starting…

courtyard — 2

memories lie scattered across my courtyard like many flowers

goa — travel memories

we started with regular bench seat Kadamba bus, then semi luxury where the seat would recline just a tad — then the luxury where the seats…

Goa - SApril 2010

It all started around a table at greens, back in feb 2010. We decided to close the year as fast as we could and head for a rendezvous in…

Martins-from a long time ago

Goa- the crazy ones

Jobs had famously described the crazy ones as “the ones who see things differently”. This series is in honor of a few such crazy people…

The crazy ones — Part 2 — Shanyaa

I had written about my uncle, Dayanand Sanvordekar, a few weeks ago. Today, i would like to introduce you to his better half; Kishori at…

Permanent Address

Started reading “A city happens in Love” by Ravish Kumar — translated from the Hindi version — Ishq mein shahar hona, by another favorite…

The crazy ones -Part 3- Vinu Mama

I owe my name to Vinu Mama. The story goes that my parents were not able to close on my name — my mother wanted it to be Prasad and my…

unforgettable

There is a small incline in the road between my village, Shiroda and Bori. One night while travelling back home with my brother on…

the naked truth

My father passed away just about 25 years ago. He fought cancer for as long as he could. His resistance ended one night at that…

dawn at Shiroda

the sun knocks softly filtering through the trees a few birds start a song like jazz musicians warming up a groove a leaf breaks free…

goa diary — june 2022

good thing about driving down to Goa is that it allows you to carry back a ton of stuff. Mancuraad mangoes and sukka bangdaa from goa…

kulakaar

the pond we ran to the stones we skipped the records set each summer to be broken the next

growing up in Goa

I remember the wind conducting a soothing symphony rustling leaves of huge mango trees as we waited with breath bated coconut frond torches…

a little hut beside the river

there’s this little hut at the point where the gates move with the tide allowing the river into the fields and the fish come in and go out…

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