Hey look,''Raghu is here again",shouted Mr.Chika,the owner of Chika Palace,a family restaurant on the Arambol beach,Goa,India.''So,Raghu,did you come here to work again or to learn Russian?"asked Mr.Chika.I replied," I just arrived to meet your boys."with my diplomatic eyes.He guffawed and served me cola soon.I relaxed and hugged all his staff boys."This is march Raghu,its too hot here,and tourists number is falling".I wished him better luck for next season of business."So,your flight tickets to Russia are booked?"I asked."NO" ,told Mr.Chika with calm eyes.So this conversation finds its root four months back when I became a world nomad,just by signing off from the prestigious English and Foreign Language University,India, and travelled to Goa,the paradise on the Arabian sea,west coast of India in the month of november,2019.I quit the international university because I thought Masters in English for two years is not my cup of tea,because I am already 24 and I have to explore the world by my 30s. I boarded the train with a general ticket and kept mum,reason,I was heading to an unknown world.In India,during college days,we friends plan trip to exotic destinations but at the last moment,its cancelled everytime.Result...."We ll go next year" the fake commitment we make to ourselves.Second thing,In a religious country like India,most of our actions are dependent on post-life vacation,either to hell or to heaven,So we miss the present and the present by God on this earth.I had never expected,that after passing 24 tunnels,deep lush forests,high Nilgiri mountains,number of bridges,meeting small macaques,I ll be at the end point.The zeal of travelling made me sleep on the railway station at arrival night,because I was just with 3000 INR .Hotels were little expensive here in the smallest state of India.I opted for public transport rather than taxi,and reached the Calangute,Panjim,Anjuna and Baga beach and I was sandwiched between the shiny sand and bluish waves.It was around three and I had finished my fish curry lunch,the yummy.As if it was a new herald,I marched to the most awaited Arambol beach and I shouted on myself"Hey Raghu,tell me what's not on this earth!!!,the hell and the heaven is here only,depending on your perception.The shiny beach with crowd of Russian tourists playing with waves,doing yoga ,running,caressing dogs,getting tanned,massaged and having snacks and drinks,I just loved the nature with the sunset there.My train was at 7 pm but I thought of spending there more days and learning new things with the global citizens.But how?I had no money except 1500INR.I was going back,and I just asked one hawker on the beach If I can get some work at his owner's restaurant.Because,at the same time I thought of my vacation,earning money and learning restaurant business and also try out cuisines and meet new people to know their cultures.There my story started working as a waiter at Chika palace,Arambol beach and the work included taking the sunbeds down to the beach,serving to the tourist with their orders and making space for them in our small huts.I was not ashamed of doing all this because my goal was higher than that but MR. Chika was surely astonished to see a masters student doing all these stuffs,because he was a 12th fail guy and a successful businessman making crores in just 4 or 5 months.Free food,free accommodation,and a 16 hour job ,I got there.I experienced meeting a lot of tourists from various parts of world at one niche,all of them so nice.I learnt the salt and pepper of restaurant business,resort sector,and tried different cuisines.I was shocked at seeing the high school fail native ladies speaking fluent Russian and English and doing their business.Even I learnt Russian within 17 days of stay.I saw Mr.Chika handling all foreign customers with fluent Russian and Spanish.The evening, becoming more exotic with couples splashing the seawater,the slow music and lightshow on restaurants,bands performing orchestras,Russian selling their stuffs,the blonde hairs kissed by the sun rays,people doing watersport, drinking beer and coconut water,and soothing air bringing peace to the candle light dinners.Their I met Amanova,a 32 year lady,ordering Reband gin everyday and conversing with me.I also met Sofi Goldfinger,ordering lasagna everyday and I was unaware of her,as a russian porn actress,until I checked her instagram.It was gracy,sassy because I performed rapping at clubs.Hurrah!!!Travel=Life.