I am an adult. Almost.

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A Europe trip has been on the books since I can remember. Baba always kept going on and on about Switzerland. Mamma about Paris. And me about working hard to be able to take them on this trip.

But if you think this article is about my achievements as the daughter that everyone wants, you are sadly mistaken.

On our last day of vacation in Dubrovnik, Croatia, we woke up slightly later than most days. We had had very fulfilling days of staring at the beauty of Europe and on the last day we decided to have a lil celebration of our own.

Baba took a quick trip to the meat market near our apartment and bought a Kg of lamb. Mamma prepped for lamb chops and lamb curry. I ate strawberries on the front porch.

Team work.

Ate a heavy Koli-Style lunch in Dubrovnik and got ready to explore the city one last time.

It was particularly hot that day and I was already looking like the piece of toast everybody leaves untouched at breakfast buffets. So with close introspection and the lil knowledge of science I have, I picked my favourite white linen jumpsuit.

All the ‘Black absorbs- white reflects’ BS was making complete sense to me.

Picked up our bags, locked the apartment and started walking towards our bus stop.

The bus was crowded but we are from Mumbai.

Got off at our stop and started walking. We’ve walked so much on our trip.

Walking’s great. Helps with digestion.

Old town Dubrovnik is gorgeous. It’s a fairytale bound safely inside the 2km long city walls. Looks like a dream. Feels like one when you walk through the narrow cobbled streets.

We had walked through old town the day before so we decided to go see the rocky beach front on the southern end. The walk from the north end of town to the south was a total of 7 minutes.

The day was getting hotter so we decided to get ourselves a cone of ice-cream each.

Maa got raspberry and I got Nutella.

Predictable.

Walked our way to the docks. There were a bunch of small boats and salesmen screaming at us with offers to ride the boats. Chose a stall randomly and got us 3 tickets to the boat that takes a panoramic ride of the entire island in 60 minutes.

60 minutes.

Perfect.

An hour of staring at the clear waters.

An hour of chilling in a boat with a glass bottom and staring at all the fascinating marine life.

An hour of clicking the best pictures to bomb my Instagram feed.

One whole hour.

Perfect.

Got on the boat.

There were two more families with us on the tour. Everyone exchanged smiles. One of them was Indian and they recognised me.

Yay. I am international now!

Meeting fellow Indians in foreign lands is a whole new experience. You really step on the gas with patriotism in such situations.

I have always loved boat rides. I remember mamma baba taking me to TalavPali, a lake close to my childhood home, every weekend for boat rides and candy floss.

And there we were again, several years later, in a boat. One happy family.

What do you call the guy who drives a boat? Who cares.

The boat driver got on board and started the engine.

Three.. two… one.

And we were at sea.

The coast kept getting tinier as the boat shuddered its way away from it.

Everyone was all smiles. Ahh what a jolly ride.

We were about 4 minutes into the boat ride when it first happened.

I looked down at my tummy and whispered, “Not now.”

I trust my understanding with my body. We’re good.

Went back to staring at the sea.

And then it happened again. This time slightly scarier than before.

I clenched all that can be clenched and kept staring.

And then it happened again.

This time the pang was hard enough to knock me out for a couple seconds. Came back to my senses only to be welcomed by another hard hit in my lower abdomen.

Kept pacifying myself.

Kept staring at the sea that looked so average all of a sudden.

Its okay.

We good.

God loves you.

She sells sea shells on the sea shore.

Chandu ke chacha ne chandu ke cha…

I am wearing a white jumpsuit.

I AM WEARING A WHITE JUMPSUIT.

Maa and baba kept observing my lil performance from a distance.

“You good?”

Yes. Don’t worry.

“Do you need to…?”

I said I am good, Maa.

“Okay.”

Somehow I was convinced that I needed distractions so I kept moving seats on the boat.

I am known for making bad decisions in desperate situations.

Please note: Do NOT move when you are in a sticky tummy situation. Movement circulates blood and increases pressure.

SWEET MOTHER OF GOD.

The sea looked so ugly now.

Water so blue, I could see my face in it. Clinging on to dear life. Staring at my reputation, which was hanging by a thread. Along with last night’s dinner.

“You are making that face. Do you have to?”

YES.

“Now?”

YES.

“But how? We are in a boa…”

I KNOW.

There was a 3 second silence before my parents burst into what was the loudest laughter I had heard in my entire effing existence.

Its crazy how your own people turn against you at the time of crisis.

But I was strong. I was gonna pull through.

I just had to sit tight for 50 more minutes.

Should be easy.

Or not.

I was on the verge of having an emotional breakdown when the Indian family next to us thought, ‘Hey, now is a nice time to initiate conversation with this YouTube star who is known to 2 Million people back home.’

“My daughter is a huge fan!”

Thanks, aunty. Tell her I said Hi.

“Should we get a picture together? For memories?”

Sure. I don’t see why not.

Baba generously offered to click.

“Say CHEESE!”

My job has never felt like hard work till about that moment.

False are all the prayers made at temples and examination halls.

Ask someone stuck in a boat in the middle of an ocean for an hour with an upset stomach praying for everything to stay where it is!

The clock has never ticked slower.

I was beginning to get dizzy. My stomach was a gas chamber and explosions were happening at regular intervals.

The shore and the sea became blurry.

Whoever invented Massaging Toilet Seats must have spent an hour on this boat. The boat-shudders were hitting the right spot. EVERYTIME.

Why can’t Boat makers put tiny toilets on board?

Should I ask everyone to shut their eyes so I can free myself from all this torture in the ocean?

Should I ask the boat driver to dock on hell’s gate because there is no way I am getting through this alive.

20 more minutes.

My parents put no effort in hiding their clear amusement.

Instead, baba clicked this picture of me.

Maker:0x4c,Date:2017-9-22,Ver:4,Lens:Kan03,Act:Lar01,E-Y

You could laugh now. But just think about that one time you wanted to go so bad but life had other plans.

God had mercy and we could finally see the coast.

I started prepping for my marathon treasure hunt.

“The coast isn’t even close yet. Stop standing at the tip of the boat. Come back. Sit. Look how pretty this view is.”

DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!

If you are thinking about what everyone else on the boat was thinking of my lil adventure?

Who cares!

Important lesson learnt.

Not the easiest way though.

The guy took forever to dock. Ugh. Wasn’t this his everyday job?

Inefficiency is the cancer of the working class.

I have the weakest eyes but did I spot the restaurant washroom from 1200 kilometres away or WHAT!

The slowest boat driver in the world finally docked the boat and I flew out of it and dashed to the restaurant.

Knowing how down my luck was on the day, I was prepared for the worst. And worst was what life gave me.

The ladies washroom was a single stall room which was occupied. I counted to 3 and dashed into the men’s room.

There were two clueless but very attractive men peeing and an empty stall in there.

Its a new country, they don’t speak the language, they don’t know me. I dashed to the stall and locked it.

Good Job Prajakta! I could feel the storm approaching but I had it covered. I was good on time. Until I realised I am wearing a JUMPSUIT.

A JUMPSUIT.

The outfit invented to make you sit butt naked on the toilet seat. And also came with the worst zippers.

The zipper and I got into a heated argument. Which unfortunately didn’t last long.

Much like my self-respect.

Badaboom Dhissh.

I was quite young then though.

I was 24.

Not anymore.

Yesterday was my 25th Birthday.

Happy Birthday to me.

 

356 Comments

  3. Indraneel Mitra
    Reply

    Hello Prajikta, I am Indraneel. I am from Kolkata. You are a dreamer. What I can understand that you had a dream and kept moving forward and now you are there. This is a great achievement. Lot of people should learn from the benchmark that you have set.

      1. Shailja Uniyal

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  7. Priya kadakia
    Reply

    Lmao😂 this is the funniest way someone must’ve pen’d down their struggle to control their poop in some unavoidable condition like that. I feeel you bruhhh! 😂😂😂 Proud of you, MISS, ALMOST AN ADULT.

  8. Rihasha Niroula
    Reply

    Awwww. Haha. Feel so bad for you. But the way you’ve written it has made me imagine each little action in detail, and trust me, its hilarious but oh so human.
    It was a lovely read.
    Loads of love from Nepal ❤

  9. Divya parashar
    Reply

    I think your experiences speak volume and you are one mad hatterrr and amazing amazing youtuber , i was just going through your old vedios and i looked around all those packing for a trip and your memory box vedios , prajakta koli your hardwork is sheer triumph and i really want to see myself like this in coming years and you count to be the most honest content creator ever !!! Love love

  12. Kripa shrestha
    Reply

    I was literally imagining your face!! Haha!! So much fun reading this.
    *Dammit!! You slow boat driver*

    And good job Prajakta😀

  15. Dnyaneshwari gunjal
    Reply

    i love u and ur videos and now i m also fan of ur writing bcoz everything u make is so truee ilove u a lot for that❤❤❤❤❤❤

  19. Gauri Handore
    Reply

    Wow prajakta di!! I mean you are so honest at writing these vlogs.You are just an amazing Youtuber and blogger also
    I could literally read this blog in your voice 😊.hope we could meet …😉 by the way ..my name is Gauri 😋
    Your 17 years lil fan…..

  20. Debaarjun
    Reply

    Awesommmmmmmmm…….The blog link in the description of “Reacting to weird comments” really paid off☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺☺

  21. Sandesh Raj
    Reply

    you are the most open person I have ever watched on YouTube. you just be yourself. whether its in the real talk Tuesday or sawaal Saturday or in these blogs. you write what you feel. this is why I became a fan of you. You are just great girl. By the way, 1200 kilometres is like a distance between Mumbai and Jaipur and that’s hell of a distance. Was that line sarcastic, funny or like you say in your videos you are terrible at maths.

  22. Sanika
    Reply

    Could this incident be portrayed more amusingly my answer no 😂 I actually ended up on this one after watching the interview with tapsee and hell reading this one was more funny ♥️😂! Anyways this should be appreciated that you don’t even feel embarrassed to share this incident and that’s the reason I love you so much! Love love ♥️✨

  23. Sumaiya Kamal
    Reply

    Hey Praju dii. ..following uh since months but reading your blog for the first time…this has inspired me to write a blog hopefully I write at least one.Love love❤

  25. Shreya
    Reply

    Hey praju di…have been following you since months.been on your blog for the first time.Awesome writing and very relatable experience. Love love.

  26. lkfabkart
    Reply

    Hey Prajakta Koli I read your blog it is awesome, you are such a good you-tuber and blogger. Your blog is very impressive and I felt I have experience same things by reading your blog that you have experience there. I’m also impressed by your dressing sense on your choice of choosing white linen jumpsuit it looks awesome on you. Your are such an inspiration for youth of India. Glad to be your Dums Dums.

  31. Gourav singh rajawat
    Reply

    since, my school days i am watching your videos and now thesedays i have realised my self really aware of things ……………….and feeling more responsible /……..i don’t know how………………….but your content really help me out …………………………………………………………..hey,here i am 17weirdo….. finding his passion ……………………..and you are really helping in this some how…………………………………..

    #THANK you

  33. Ashwinee Kale
    Reply

    Ohh praj… I love every work of urs…n I felt this situation 😂😂😘😘😘.. u r damn good in writings… Love you so much… ❤️

  39. Snow
    Reply

    Funniest and relatable part is jumpsuit girls can relate herself easily. You are too good @mostlysane. You are sooo talented

  46. Shreya Tanna
    Reply

    PRAJU DI (cant stop laughing)
    While reading , i literally thought i was there on the boat, laughing hard and teasing you with maa baba..

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