We set out for Auro beach, known mostly to true travellers. But our autowallah, who&rsquod probably never heard of it, took us instead to Paradise beach&mdashPondi&rsquos most touristy stretch of sand. Continuing our quest the next day in a taxi, we reached Auro&rsquos dirty entrance, only to discover a group of lecherous boys, ill equipped to gracefully handle their newfound puberty. Used to such &lsquomardana&rsquo behaviour, we obviously brushed it off. But soon their biker friends started harassing us, and one of them rode towards my friend Aparna, attempting to grab her. We yelled, and tried to catch hold of them. Out came Nicky&rsquos pepper spray. But she didn&rsquot use it. Fact is, violence isn&rsquot most people&rsquos first reflex. The group hooted in laughter, but the bikers left us, and as the beach itself was unappealing, we hopped over to Serenity beach.