"Panjim, one ticket"

There is an interesting concept called The Tipping Point. A friend explained it to me (I'm yet to read the book) and as I understand it, it's basically a point in any situation when one outcome becomes more likely, among all the possible different outcomes. The case is built up on several different factors, but it's usually one single factor or incident that will tip the balance.

For example, when a decision is taken in a situation which might have otherwise still been salvaged. The situation would likely have been gradually building, being pulled in different directions by several parameters. And while still in a state of flux, any one incident can push the decision in a particular direction.

Nothing to do with right or wrong - just circumstance.

Some things are just not meant to be. Like an amazing trip to mark an occasion, something truly wonderful and memorable. A trip which is the source of a thousand stories, filled with laughter and nostalgia. Some such trips are lost to accidents and chance. Others are lost to a misplaced hope of good things, and become tinged a dull shade of yellowish-green, like vitriolic bile.

Time on beautiful beaches is not meant to be wasted in obnoxious selfishness, or condescending antagonistic conversation, when conversation does actually take place. Neither is it meant to be wasted in misery, a consuming anger, unrealistic unfulfilled expectations and utter regret.

Remember my friend, one must be careful of waxing eloquent on one side of the coin without seeing what the other side looks like.

And this is why one must choose company very carefully. Because when shit happens and 'tipping point' decisions are made, one may realise one has lost a lot more than one intended or bargained for. One may be left with little more than polite acquaintanceships.

Still, some good memories of last week refuse to be erased. Experience is a fine teacher to the good student. Or even the graduate.

Here's to you, Mrs. Robinson.

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