Feasts in Goa are commonly celebrated in almost each and every
chapel or church dedicated to the village patron saint. It is customary that these feasts be
celebrated by the “President” who bears all the expenses involved. In the
absence of a president the village celebrates the feast by subscriptions from
the people of their particular villages.
Of Village Chapel Feasts
It
was the day of the feast of their patron saint in the village chapel. The
chapel bell rang at 5 o’clock
in the morning. The young boy had told his mother the previous night before
going to sleep, to wake him up before five
o’clock that morning, as he was very anxious to hear the band play
the “Alvorada” soon after the bell. He did not want to miss hearing the tune he
liked so much.
No
sooner the pealing of the bell fell silent than the band started to play his
favourite tune in full swing. It could be very clearly heard in the pre-dawn
serenity and calmness of the morning, in spite of the chapel being quit a
distance away from where he lived. The music sounded great and the boy was
breathless trying to catch each and every note so that he could remember and
hum it to himself later. Or perhaps one day he would learn to play it himself
on an instrument like his neighbour did, he thought.
He
would not go back to sleep again. He had to be on time for the first Mass as he
had been selected to serve as one of the altar boys. On the way to the chapel
he would try and memorize and repeat the Latin words to himself as he did not
want to get them wrong or reply out of turn. In those days the Mass liturgy was
in Latin.
As
he neared the chapel in the misty early morning dawn, a girl dressed in her
best approached running to the young lad, and picking a tiny paper flower from
her small and neatly decorated basket, she pinned it on his shirt. Reaching in
his pocket he deposited a coin in her basket for which she thanked him. This
money was collected for the poor.
There
used to be a lot of other Mass services that were held by the hour especially
on feast days. The solemn high mass would start at 10 o’clock in the morning along with a lot of
fanfare, pealing of bells, firing of crackers and the boom of the “khozne”.
There
were lot of small stalls already lined up by the side of the chapel selling all
sorts of things, sweets of different types, roasted gram, fire-crackers,
balloon and toys.
The
boy would never miss the concelebrated high mass by priests from other parishes
specially chosen and invited for the occasion by the celebrant of the feast.
More importantly this mass was never to be missed because there was special
choir along with orchestral backing of various musical instruments like the
oboe, flute, piccolo, clarinet, fife, cello, violin and the double bass.
The
choir master tried to do his best waving his baton while he directed the choir
of talented youngsters. The boy greatly admired so many voices blended so well
together singing high and lows, first, second and thirds. Some of those faces
of the boys in the choir were new to the boy. Perhaps they were chosen from
another parish, he thought. Next year or perhaps even after that he would be
selected and trained was his wishful thought.
A
well known priest, famous for his thundering sermons, had been summoned for the grand high mass. He
began by first invoking the patron saint to shower his blessings on the
celebrant and his family, the villagers and their guests. He admired the beauty
of the old chapel and praised the organizers for doing such a good job in decorating
the chapel. He then intoned a short verse from the Scriptures in Latin that
echoed through the chapel and followed with a brief explanation of the same. The
sermon seemed quite long.
Otherwise
the people would say it was very short. If it was short the people would say
that he did not say anything at all. He was wiping the sweat off his face every
now and then with his hand kerchief which he tucked in the broad sleeves of his
vest while his black cap rested on the edge of the pulpit. He was a very good
preacher, well prepared, loud and clear, and said everything to the point.
Twice
in between his sermon he did say a verse again in Latin, words which he had
especially chosen from the Scripture and gave a brief explanation of the same
while outside the chapel, in the stalls, there was a lot of activity which was
normal and usual during these types of feasts.
Then
there was Holy Communion and Benediction during which the choir sang a beautiful
and solemn rendition of “O Salutaris”. Later at the grand procession, the boy
along with the other altar boys were walking at the front of the procession
line, which was led by the celebrant carrying a holy banner of the day’s saint
with Latin insignia written on it, followed by an assortment of clergy,
confraria in their purple and red “opmus”, the villagers and their guests from
far and near, while the chapel bells tolled amidst the sound of Gregorian
chants that the band played trudging along last in the line.
While
he walked home through the winding road through the fields and villages
people were lighting crackers and some of them said to him from their
balconies: “
Happy Feast, come for the feast to our house” to which the boy replied “You
must come to our house, Happy Feast to you too.”
As
he kept on walking home he thought to himself: “THE FEAST IS OVER”.
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