to sending me on a training.Thats what my company did last week. Which basically meant I got to bunk office and live and learn all things centred around “personal excellence” while staying at The Resort at Aksa. For those of you unfamiliar with the word Aksa, let me inform you that Aksa is the name of a beach situated in western Mumba.Till recent times it was infamously known for the large number of people drowning and dying, but after Priyanka Chopra and Salman Khan sang a song with the word “Aksa” in the lyrics, people began associating Aksa more with Bollywood than the drowning incidents. That to my mind is a good thing, even if the song itself is actually quite terrible.
So as per the requirements on the training, from Sunday till Tuesday I kept away from the office, in a comfortable, peaceful environment conducive to learning. I was helped to polish up existing skills and learn new ones that would help me “attain personal excellence” in everything I do. Since the company sponsored it, I assume when they say “everything” they basically mean “everything at work”. The programme itself was so-so. Some modules almost succeeded in killing me with boredom, some nudged my brain cells a bit and a small fraction forced me to sit up straight and listen. But then this is how most HR training sessions are- a mixed bag of the good and the bad. More exciting than the training was the venue. I have never been to Aksa. Its ridiculously far from where I live and I am not mad about the sea anyway. But when I got the opportunity to visit this particular beach I realised I liked it. It wasnt disgustingly crowded, the way Juhu chowpatty tends to be and neither was it shockingly dirty, as all beaches in Bombay are gauranteed to be. It could have appeared that way because we made a trip to the beach on a working day. Its unlikely to find many people sauntering around the beach at 7 pm on a Monday evening. Thats not to say that the beach was deserted. A few people dotted the coastline- just the right number of people to make you feel safe to venture out all by yourself but not too many that it became uncomfortably crowded. We finished our training session by the time evening fell and headed towards the blue-ish waters. It had been drizzling all day. The floating clouds accompanied the cool winds. The waves lapped at the feet of the wet sand and when they receeded, left behind assorted sea shells in their wake.
Have you notice the hour that herald the night is especially peaceful? Its a time when the day officially draws to a close, when animals return home, when people wind down after a long day, when day light turns soft before it turns off all together. There is just something so calm and soothing about the time. We were at the beach at that exact time. I soaked in the vibes as I walked along the beach. The skyline was so beautiful that I was forced to take a few pictures. Its at moments like these that I wonder why I own a phone with jazzy business features that I never use, and a crappy camera that I do use, rather frequently I might add!! I really should have listened to my father.He wanted me to take along the camera.I told him “Come on! No one takes pictures in a training, dad!!” So here I am sharing with you not so great pictures of an evenning that was, in reality, quite great. Yes, I have learnt my lesson. From now on I am going to be carting that camera everywhere I go.
The sand, after the waves have swept by. Do not ask me what those blackish lines are. I thought it was some sort of coloured particles. Someone said the words “sewage water” and “into the sea”. Thirty seconds after that I was out of the water. The visit to the beach was followed up with a Dettol bath.
The horizon again.
The receeding waves.
A shot of the sand. Why, do you, think people make a visit to the beach in high heels??
Fat fish in a artificial pond at the hotel.