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We keep walking only to reach my shack. The board at the gate reads a
new thought every day. It’s a typical black board that is looked after by my
manager, Sheen. She puts her creativity and fondness for colors to the best
use right on this board.
Today, it reads:
Recipe:
Music
Long Drive. Hair let loose out of the window
A bunch of crazy friends
Dish :
A perfect life
Noor alerts her team to take a close shot of the board. She continues,
‘What’s special about Ricky’s Beach Shack?’
‘My dream project, Ricky’s Beach Shack bustles with people, sounds,
and festivity. The only rule is to switch off your phones when you’re at the
club. I stayed away from a normal habitat and mobile phone networks for
so many years that it now suffocates me to the last bit. I find pleasure in
little things. Like I find peace in helping newbies learn diving and surfing. I
also help young people achieve their goals. When you scuba dive into the
ocean you generally have an instructor who guides you all the way to the
bottom, hand-holds you, not because you are not capable of reaching the
bottom, but to make you realize, when you lose track midway, that you can
still achieve it. I am one of those people you meet. Most lost millennials
who visit my cafe are living in the FOMO. Somebody got the dream job,
somebody got married, somebody is travelling the world, or somebody won
an award. It has always been happening. It’s just that social media brings it
to your notice and you worry for no reason at all. FOMO is useless,
unnecessary, and counterproductive. I tell them to stop comparing, start
living! But they are more risk-taking and relentlessly pursue their passion,
unlike my generation. I envy them for the fact that I was never free. I feared
a lot of things in life and, therefore, I was always the follower. People from
across the world come to watch my muses perform and get inspired to find
their true selves, live meaningful lives, and strive hard to become the best
version of themselves.’
‘What do sunsets feel like at Ricky’s?’