ravi says

When we reached Goa.. it was supposed to be a fun trip but somehow our trips from office are not having fun only there is something else too. Something personal and sometimes emotional too. We come to know about each other. It was decided that everyone will say some stories to each other about their life. No prize for guessing that stories always ends up on only one topic.
Abhi was supposed to ber the one to start. It started in the bus itself. No but it was not him. He was the one who always ends in this trap. we spent the days there walking on the beach and nights on the beach was reserved for the talking. With just the sound of the waves it was more than perfect to hear to waht ppl says. Whatever we discussed are the confidential and is between the group only.
One night after long discussion on the girls and the side effects of the love. Mr. Abhi told a master stroke. The statement was more than perfect.
" It's all about the adjacmnet "
In the begining pepole adjust to get what they love and after they get it the cross adjacemnet starts. You slowly start making the point that you dont like this. There is a phase when both sides does the re- adjacements in their life, priorities and if the adjacements are fine, then there is no problem. Otherwise the stories takes a wrong turn(but this situation does not arise after the initial adjacements phase.
I thought this wonderful thought is worth mentioning with everyone. This earned Mr. Abhi the title of the Guru.

At the Dona poula.. we all are sitting at the top and watching the goa in the light of moon and at the shores the light of the city is presenting a beautiful picture. We all are busy in talking with each other. There is no care of the time.
Suddenly a group comes which has two teen and some young members. They were trying to tell each others some jokes. Actually all these are forwards. I think the software engg. always do this only for the timepass. The PJ's are so poor that niether we are enjoying at even we are not able to do our talkings. The trip always comes with some stories and this was no exception either.
I asked abilash " yaar ek PJ sunao magar woh dum ghatiya hona chaiya. tabhi mujhe hansi aayegi". Hearing this only DJ started laughing and the ghatiya PJ itself became a PJ. For the count we were four out there but some how we were less in all the senarios.

After a little pause

abhi(guru): "I know a PJ(bilkul ghatiya), magar woh punch line nahi yaad aa rahi hain."
DJ: try to remember man... waste fellow u forgot the punch line.
Me: Atleast start
abhi(guru): ok.. let me try..
abhi(guru): in a cow shed there are lots of cows..
its crowded and congested. so what one cow will say to another.
DJ: something(blah blah)
me:something(blah blah)
abhi(guru): think think.. yaar yahin par woh punch line tha
me: bol bhai.. mujhe nahin pata
abhi(guru): kya kahegi .. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..
wohi jo gay hamesha karti hain...

This was really a very ghatia PJ and the timing was more than perfect.

Every one burst in to laughter.. it goes on for such a long time. that the other group must have thought they we are laughing at them. Suddenly we realised the fourth person in our group is loking at us. He must be thinking that what happened to these guys.
This PJ is dedicated to this person. There are lot of the funny things of the trip. I will try to recollect and put it here