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Friday, October 01, 2010

The Friars of Monte - 'Habitual' Humour

Imposing School Building
of the Nineteen Sixties
St. Anthony's High School
Monte de Guirim, Bardez, Goa, India.


'Bridging the Wings'

(Photos by Tony Fernandes)

'Habitual' Humour.

Fathers and Brothers in Uniform
during my time at Monte


They were unique with other exceptional and brilliant qualities besides their regular titles. They were fully devoted their vocation and dedicated to their professions in their chosen fields and proudly donned their distinct dark brown ‘habits’ contrasting with the white cords around their waists, hoods, sandals and ‘crown-cuts’. They were excellent in the arts - talented and innovative, having good organizational skills.

Here below is an appreciation, albeit somewhat on the witty side.


Monte de Guirim. 1953 - 1964

Fr. Pacificus Principal
True to his name, he could calm a storm.
As a builder and strict supervisor, he added and supervised the new school building.

Fr. Diogo, Principal
Excellent English and Konkani Preacher.
Clear delivery. Held audiences spellbound for hours.

Fr. Ambrose, Headmaster
Excellent English Teacher. Suave Administrator.
He taught more with good advice and words than a cane.

Fr. Patrick, Headmaster
History/Good Hockey Player
Known for providing students with the latest eventful news in politics and science at the end of the period. He must have also been the fastest running Friar on the Western Coast of India - in a habit, hockey stick in his left hand, and with the ball from one end of the field to the other.

Fr. Ephrem, Boarding in Charge
Excellent Math Teacher. Euclid of Monte. Absolutely applied the rule of law. Strict disciplinarian. Good marksman with a cane. Superb aim with a piece of chalk even at 50 feet.

Fr. Chrysostom, Physics & Chemistry
Scientist of Monte de Guirim.
Well-known for authoring a special Chemistry Book for School use. NASA would have been envious of his laboratory in its heyday which included a Leyden Jar, microscope, telescope and even a skeleton in the cupboard!

Fr. Fortunato, Geography
Mobile Atlas without a GPS. Ask him a place from Timbuktu to Buenos Aires and he would take you there.

Fr. Columban, English
Excellent Orator. Good diction. Font of knowledge. Witty. Always put things in a humorous way. I think he could have easily put Mark Anthony to shame.


Fr. Ireneus, Religion
Charismatic English and Konkani Preacher
Well known for his short, sweet and to-the-point sermons with chosen words.
Could easily and instantly turn an atheist into a believer!

Br. Vitalis, Art Director
Michaelangelo of Monte
Great Artist / Brilliant Innovator / A Friar with ideas galore!

Br. Peter, Infirmary in Charge
Well known throughout Goa for snake-bite cure.
Snakes might have been terrified of his curing prowess.

Br. Peter, Religion
No Bro. Peter - No Catechism
No Religion - No salvation.
Excellent Religion teacher.

Br. Polycarp, Infirmary in Charge,
Our Doctor in the House - A One-man Team of the Red Cross
From minor Band-Aid to Inoculalion.
From sickness to well-being.

Br. Titus, Engineer
No Bro. Titus, no lights, no water. Unassuming technical wizard. Knew the power generator, the water-pump system and anything mechanical inside out.

Br. Salvador, Music Director
Transportation Guru/ Very Good Driver / Swimmer.
Tough and bold Music Director. Could sense and pinpoint a false note from a distance.
Standing in the wings, unseen by the audience, conducted the entire presentation of the School Drama for two consecutive days. A combination of Yehudi Menuhin and Sterling Moss of Monte de Guirim. Fastest driver on the Western Coast : Monte to Mapusa in 5 minutes.


IN GENERAL:
As Educators: Providing schooling for students from all over Goa, irrespective of caste or religion.
As Administrators and Teachers: Providing a sense of community and belonging to the village of Guirim and also to the surrounding areas.


Tony (Felix) Fernandes - Ex-Student of Monte 1953-1964

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

THE PIETA, Our Lady of Fatima Shrine, Lewiston, New York

The Pieta by the Pond
Our Lady of Fatima Shrine, Lewiston, New York


This is a major Catholic Shrine. It is open to people of all faiths.
An ideal place to find inner peace, meditation and reflection in the vast expanse of the beautiful Shrine.

Monday, September 27, 2010

OUR LADY OF FATIMA SHRINE

In the foreground of this magnificent Basilica, the heart-shaped water pool with fountain in the centre, and lights spaced around it depict the five decades of the Holy Rosary. Each light represents the bead of the Rosary.
( A wide-angle view from the top of the dome of the Basilica)
Side view of the Basilica.
63 steps lead up to the top of the dome of the Shrine from where one can have a bird's eye view of the beautiful surroundings.
PEACEFUL, SERENE, TRANQUIL
Surroundings of the Shrine of
Our Lady of Fatima, Lewiston, New York.
THE IMPOSING & MAJESTIC
STATUE OF OUR LADY OF FATIMA
atop the dome of the Basilica of the National Shrine of
Our Lady of Fatima,
Roman Catholic Church,
Lewiston, New York.
(For enlarged views please double click on pictures)

View my photos on Panoramio

Sunday, September 26, 2010

REMEMBERING BENEDICTA

REMEMBERING BENEDICTA
ON HER BIRTHDAYHOLY MASS
AT THE BASILICA OF THE NATIONAL SHRINE
OF OUR LADY OF FATIMALewiston, New York.

'WORLD' DEVOTION TO OUR LADY OF FATIMA,
THE QUEEN OF PEACE(Picture by Tony Fernandes)
Please double click on picture for an enlarged view


Since 1954, Our Lady of Fatima Shrine has become a place of natural beauty, art, communal prayer, and renewal to thousands who visit the unique buildings and grounds each year. The magnificence and natural beauty of the Shrine is highlighted by an awe-inspiring Dome Basilica covered with two layers of glass and Plexiglas, with a contour of the Northern Hemisphere of the globe. The impressive approach to the Basilica is down the Avenue of the Saints (over one hundred life-size marble statues represent Saints from every race and walk of life) and around the serenity of the Rosary Pool. Two flights of stairs, with 63 steps, said to represent the 63 years of the life of the Blessed Mother, lead to the top of the Dome, where, in graceful majesty, stands a huge statue of Our Lady of Fatima. The statue, carved from Vermont granite, is 13 feet high and weighs ten tons. From the top of the Dome, visitors can view the entire Shrine grounds and surrounding countryside.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

PARTICULAR DAYS AT MONTE


Particular Days at Monte!
by Tony (Felicio) Fernandes

It seemed like a long hike from the village of Cumbiem Morod to the hilltop. The journey seemed endless. It was Felicio’s first day at school. He held his older brother’s hand as he climbed through the winding path lined by cashew trees. The legend ‘ST. ANTHONY’S HIGH SCHOOL', 'AD 1947' was visible high up on the stepped steeple – the distinct and typically striped pinnacle and façade of the stone school building. As he reached the top of the hill, he turned to look back and take in the panoramic view. The villages of Guirim set beautifully in the forefront, Arpora, Nagoa, Parra and Verla to the west, Bastora toward the east and in the distance towards the north was the town of Mapusa. The surrounding hills in the distance were also a delight to the eye.

It seemed rather unusual to Felicio that the first official day of onset of the monsoon season should be the first day of school. Luckily it had not rained that day, although low grey clouds loomed in the skies. Sitting in the first row on the first day in school seemed a far-cry from his initial Sunday school Catechism class at the village chapel of Our Lady of Assumption at Vancio Vaddo in Gurim. This seems to be really an upgrade, Felicio thought. And even better than the massive one-room classroom of the Portuguese Escola Primária adjacent to the village chapel.

Another thing that Felicio also wondered about was why it was that, after the Christmas holidays, school days began again starting on his birthday which was the 7th of January. Perhaps, was it because his name was Anthony? A childish thought, he mused!


Felicio was a day scholar. One of the favourite first words that he heard during the first week in school, and 'particularly' liked, was the word “particular”. The boy seemed to be fascinated with the word and thought it had a nice ring to it. “Particular! Particular!”, he went on saying when he came home from school. In his own childish way he would repeat it to himself and to his folks at home, “Particular! Particular!”

As days and years passed by, Felicio got used to attending his new school and various other activities like the massive ‘drill’ under the giant 'nunerca' tree and ‘Mocidade Portuguesa’ conducted in front of the grotto. The long walk to and from school, though arduous, was just a normal part of school life, serving as a natural exercise keeping the students fit. Felicio liked his school, the Fathers, Brothers and teachers,and he thought that perhaps they in turn seemed to have liked him too. He especially showed a great interest in drawing. The face he liked to draw was of Samson. Every last period used to be a ‘drawing’ period. Sometimes towards the end of the period the drawing teacher would ask and encourage him to draw on the blackboard using white chalk. Quick scenery sketching was one of his favourite things.

Once he had taken part in the School Concert when he was selected as one of the three child artists, who painted a scene, on a large canvas set up on the stage, in three minutes carrying water-based colours in buckets, marching to the canvas to a music beat, alternating with 3 different colours. This concept was brilliantly enacted by the guidance of the excellent resident school artist, Brother Vitalis, OFM Cap. The annual school concerts were held on two days.

The school concert was held on two days. The first day was for the students only. The second day was for the parents and the public, and also to students who received prizes. The Portuguese Governor General as well as other prominent doctors, leaders, priests and teachers and ex-students attended the concerts on the second day.

Felicio’s mother was among the packed audience in the hall on the second day. He could not see her from where he stood. The blinding bright lights in front of the stage made it impossible to recognize her. He wondered whether his mother would cry with joy as usual, or smile. Hope she smiles today, he thought. Students who excelled in their school studies and extra-curricular activities were awarded prizes that were distributed on the second day of the school drama. Felicio was waiting among other students on the right-hand side of the stage to receive his prize. He hoped he could hear his name called out clearly. It might be very embarrassing if he did not hear, or else may be he would miss out on collecting his prize, Felicio thought! He was a bit nervous as Sir Veloso, a senior teacher at the school, began calling the names in his admirable and booming voice and an imposing personality to match, that needed no microphone. Finally, the great moment had come. Felicio was ready for his name to be called. Although slightly nervous, he happily proceeded to the stage to receive his prize for his favourite subject, drawing.

After the concert ended Felicio’s mother embraced and kissed him. Obviously she was happy for him. A few neighbours from his village were present there too, and they came forward to greet and congratulate him as he came out of the school building. It had turned dark by the time the concert ended. There were stalls set up in front of the grotto, selling soft drinks and snacks, by the light of the petromax lamps. They all walked home lighting the path with a battery-powered torch light that they had remembered to carry with them.

On the way home the dogs barked in front of some of the houses. They passed through the fields and other wards of their village. Somewhere in the distance an owl hooted. The moon cast a faint glow over the eastern horizon as it was about to rise up in the east. All the youngsters walked in front followed by their parents discussing and commenting on how good the school drama had been.

As the village folks approached and turned towards the path that led to his house, Felicio could faintly see the lights through the open window of his house in the distance. The front door was open. He saw the silhouette of his grandmother who was sitting outside on the bench in the balcony, anxiously waiting for their return. As he turned left over his shoulder, he noticed the lights of Monte in the far distance. Felicio had often heard that one should never look back while walking in the night. Somehow he just could not help but look and remember what a wonderful day it had really been.

“I’ve be waiting for you all to come home, and I was worried”, Grandma said, as she rose from her seat. “I was not sure whether you had carried along a torch light, or at least a candle, as it gets dark soon these days”, she continued as we stepped in. “I said three rosaries waiting for you all”. “I wish I could have gone along with you all, like I did in the past”.

Felicio’s grandma suffered from arthritis. She would not have been able to climb the hill now that she was getting older. She said she had watched a few concerts up there in the past, and had also many times been there for the annual candle-lit procession held after a Holy Mass, held every year, late in the evening of the 8th of December – the day of the feast of Our Lady of Immaculate Conception. “Come on now, let’s all go in” she said, “Supper is ready, and I have to rise up early to attend Mass in our chapel, come on, I will start serving whatever little that I have prepared for you.”

Felicio’s neighbours proceeded on their way. “Good night” they said in succession. “Deo bori rath dhium”, one of them said. “Sleep tight” said another, with a prompt and quick follow-on with: “Don’t let the bugs bite.”

Felicio was very fond of his Grandma. She would always wait for everyone to join in for dinner whenever they went out for salves and novenas. Felicio related to her about the concert and the prize that he had received for excellence in drawing. The play, ‘Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves’, had turned out to be very good and well-enacted by students. One of his class-teachers had played the lead role. His name was Thomas Mendonça. His diction was impeccable. He was very proficient in English and French, and had passed his SSCE in the same school. The students also sang in Portuguese, as the Governor General was present. His Excellency had been very kind to dedicate his precious time to watch the entire play.

The school concert had begun with the school boys in uniform singing the Portuguese national anthem on stage: ‘Herois do mar, nobre povo, naçao valente, immortal’. Felicio also liked the tone of the Portuguese word ‘immortal’. For Felicio, it had a special ring to it as well. Also, he remembered his father reciting a prayer that consisted of that particular word at the end of the evening Rosary.

The light from kerosene lamp in the centre of the table of the ‘sala’ cast oversized flickering shadows on the wall as young Felicio took his turn in relating and re-enacting some of the scenes of the play. His grandma loved him, he thought, as she did not show any signs of boredom. Even though it was quite late in the night, she was a patient listener. As he finished his supper, he looked up and turned sideways in the direction of his grandma. She was crying too. “Now these must have been particular tears of sheer joy”, Felicio thought, as he had cried too.

After supper they all sat in the balcony for a short while as the moon had risen bringing a glow to the sandy front yard of the house. T
he tall coconut and mango trees cast soft shadows on the cool earth. As for Felicio the next day was a holiday. Visible and twinkling far away in the distance over the sprawling fields were the lights of Mapusa town. Then it was time to say “Boa Noite”.

Those were the great days of schooling and some of the memories of Monte de Guirim of long ago. In retrospect, as I reminisce about them every now and then, it seems it was just yesterday. We lived a happy and simple lifestyle with loving folks. We got through with the basic necessities. Though hard days sometimes prevailed, adversely facing some scarcities from petrol to cereals, we learned to take it all in stride.

Tony ‘Felix’ (Felicio) Fernandes
Guirim, Cumbiem Morod,
Bardez, Goa.
CLASS OF 1964

The huge hall on the first floor was actually a dormitory for senior students. It was temporarily converted into a drama hall for the two special days in the school calendar as described above. On one occasion, I had also witnessed an Ordination to priesthood of one of the students of Monte in the late 1950’s, by the Archbishop of Goa.

The large dormitory comprised of a purpose-built stage with permanent fittings. It was well-known for its unique curtain that resembled a beautiful scarlet drape, far ahead of its time in its operation and the way it opened during the 1950's. It consisted of a timber frame-work that was fitted to the lower half of the curtain at the rear. The ropes were attached to the top of the timber frame, and the curtain was completely lifted up into the ceiling, aided by a pulley syestm, forming a neat horizontal crease midway, making it look majestic as it went up. It had also had other rolling scenic curtains which were painted by Brother Vitalis. The stage had an array of boxed floor lights in the front end. The entire facade from ground to the sloping roof, and side to side, was painted in light bluish-grey hues resembling marble Roman architectural columns.

On the second day of the school concert, students attended Holy Mass at the school chapel, followed by breakfast in the hall mentioned above.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

LITANY - Kyrie

Saibinnichi Ladainh (Latin baxen)
Intro 

Deus in adjutorum meum intende Domine, ad adjuvandum me
festina Gloria Patri et Filio, Et Spiritui  sancto, Sicut erat in
principio, et nunc et simper, Et in  saecula saeculorum.  Amen
 
Kyrie eleison. 
Christe eleison. 
Christe, audi nos. 
Christe, exaudi nos. 
Pater de caelis Deus, Miserere nobis. 
Fili Redemptor mundi Deus, Miserere nobis. 
Spiritus Sancte Deus,  Miserere nobis. 
Sancta Trinitas unus Deus,  Miserere nobis. 
Sancta Maria,      Ora pro nobis
Sancta Dei Genitrix,  
Sancta Virgo virginum,  
Mater Christi,  
Mater Divinae Gratiae,  
Mater Purissima, 
Mater Castissima,  
Mater Inviolata,  
Mater Intemerata,  
Mater Amabilis,  
Mater Admirabilis,  
Mater Boni Consilii,  
Mater Creatoris,  
Mater Salvatoris,  
Virgo Prudentissima,  
Virgo Veneranda,  
Virgo Praedicanda,  
Virgo Potens,  
Virgo Clemens,
Virgo Fidelis,
Speculum Justitiae,  
Sedes Sapientiae,
Causa nostrae laetitiae,  
Vas Spirituale,  
Vas Honorabile,  
Vas Insigne Devotionis,  
Rosa Mystica,  
Turris Davidica,  
Turris Eburnea, 
Domus Aurea,  
Foederis Arca,  
Janua Caeli,  
Stella Matutina,  
Salus Infirmorum,  
Refugium Peccatorum,  
Consolatrix Afflictionem,  
Auxilium Christianorum,  
Regina Angelorum,  
Regina Patriarcharum,  
Regina Prophetarum,  
Regina Apostolorum,  
Regina Martyrum,  
Regina Confessorum,  
Regina Virginum,  
Regina Sanctorum Omnium,  
Regina Sine Labe Originali Concepta,  
Regina Sacratissimi Rosarii,  
Regina in caelum Assumpta,
Regina Pacis,  
Regina Mundi,
 
Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi: Parce nobis, Domine. 
Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi: Exaudi nos, Domine. 
Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi: Miserere nobis.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

SALVE RAINHA - Part of Ladainha (Sung Litany)

Salve Rainha

Salve Rainha, Mãe de Misericórdia, vida doςura e esperanςa nossa. Salve, a vós bradamos os degredados filhos de Eva. A vós suspiramos, gemendo e chorando neste vale de lagrimas. Eia pois, advogada nossa, esses vossos olhos misericórdiosos a nos volvei e depois deste desterro nos mostrai a Jesus benedito fruto do vosso  ventre. 
O’ clemente O piedosa, O doce, sempre Virgem Maria. Rogai por nos, Santa Mae de Deus, para que sejamos dignos das promessas de Cristo. Amen (Jesus)

Repeat: misericórdiosos,      das promessas            

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

VIRGEM MAE DE DEUS - Part of Sung Litany

Virgem Mae de Deus


Virgem Mãe de Deus, Valei-nos
Virgem Mãe de Deus, Ajudai-nos
Virgem Mãe de Deus, Defendei-nos
Virgem Mãe de Deus, Socorrei-nos
Virgem Mãe de Deus, Amparai-nos
Virgem Mãe de Deus, Consolai-nos
Virgem Mãe de Deus, Guiai-nos
Virgem Mãe de Deus, da peste Livrai-nos
Virgem Soberana Nossa  Senhora
Sede Nossa Intercessora
Deus nos ajunte na Gloria
Do paraiso. Amen Jesus.

Thursday, September 09, 2010

EGGPLANT, AUBERGINE, BRINJAL, BHAINGAN ET AL



HOT EGGPLANT is one of the great flavours from the 12 other varieties of Edna's Pickles. It is her highest seller. It will make you see eggplant in a whole new light and dimension. Try it. Truly exquisite.

Visit her website at : www.ednaspickles.com,

or come and taste a sample in her booth at the various Craft Shows in Ontario. One can also order online through her website.

The plant is native to India and has been cultivated in southern and eastern Asia since prehistoric times. It appears to have become known to the Western world no earlier than ca.1500. The first known written record of the plant is found in ancient Chinese agricultural treatise completed in 544. The numerous Arabic and North African names for it, along with the lack of the ancient Greek and Roman names, indicate that it was introduced throughout the Mediterranean by the Arab people in the Middle Ages. The scientific name for Eggplant Solanum melongena is derived from a 16th century Arabic term for one variety.

The name eggplant, refers to the fact that the fruits of some 18th century European cultivars were yellow or white and resembled goose or hen's eggs. The name aubergine, which is used in British English, is an adoption from the French word, derived from Catalan alberginia, Arabic al-baoinjan, Persian badenjan, Sanskrit vatiga-gama. In Indian, South African and Malaysian English, the fruit is known as a brinjal, which derives directly from the Portuguese "beringela". In the language of the Konkani speaking people of Goa, it is known as 'Vainghim' (pl.) Vainghem (sing.)

Aubergine and brinjal, with their distinctive br-jn or brn-jl aspects, derive from Persian and Sanskrit. A less common British English word is melongene which is also from French and from Italian melazana. In the Caribbean and in Trinidad, it also goes by "meloongen" from melongene. - wikipedia.

Apparently it believed that the health benefits of eggplant include type 2 diabetes management, cholesterol lowering and cancer prevention.


Wednesday, September 08, 2010

GREEN PEARS


Bandra Feast


During my years as a student in Bombay, I longed for the arrival of this date - the unforgettable date - that is the 8th of September, the feast of Our Lady of the Mount. It is a great day for all the faithful as well as for the business people. Thousands of peopke from all walks of life flock to the beautiful and religious shrine, irrespective of their caste, creed or religion to pay their annual homage and devotion to the Blessed Virgin Mary.

But for me as a young lad, the wait was more for the fun fair that I looked forward to - the games, the giant wheel, the different stalls selling different toys, clothes and snacks.

This majestic Roman Catholic Basilica of Our Lady of the Mount, is situated on a hillock in Bandra, Mumbai, India. The week-long feast is celebrated and culminates on birthday of the Blessed Virgin Mary.

During the time when I was in Goa as a young child, I accompanied other boys and girls from our village to St. Diogo's with little baskets of flowers and sang 'Devache Maie, pau tum amkam'. During the celebration all children stood in line along the centre aisle and tossed the flowers up in the air over our heads in adoration.

Thursday, September 02, 2010

EDNA'S PICKLES, CNE

EDNA'S PICKLES
Booth at CNE
Queen Elizabeth Exhibition Hall
Arts, Crafts & Hobbies Section

Wednesday, September 01, 2010

Saturday, August 28, 2010

An Unhappy Pluto

Let's say Pluto is unhappy at being demoted, feeling sad being outcast from the planetary family. What if it changes its mind and its own orbit, and decides to head towards Earth. Can Earth get out of its way or alter its own path?

So, Pluto is no longer a planet. But do you think Pluto really cares? What if there is life on Pluto after all, and the Plutonians have stopped considering Earth as a planet centuries ago. What if they believe that the earth is nothing but an odd ball, precariously tilted on its own axis, with its people constantly fighting among themselves, unlike the Plutonians.

Friday, August 27, 2010

PEACEFUL MARCH

Pluto! Pluto!

A peaceful group of PLUTO supporters were mrching through the stree shouting: "Pluto, Pluto, we want Pluto".
A motorist then stops, puts his head out through the window and retorts: "You can have it, I don't use it". "But please let me pass".

Thursday, August 26, 2010

AND THEN THERE WERE EIGHT!

There were nine planets when I went to school. Learning that there were nine and memorising them has simply gone in vain. Noew there are eight when I sixty-three. I've been duped by scientists and astronomers for over fifty years.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

A SECOND THOUGHT

The Martians could be a very intelligent lot. They could be poking fun at the Earthlings and laughing at them, considering them as dumb. Sooner or later the Martions could have planet Earth withdrawn from their listing as a member of the solar system. What will then the poor Earthlings do?

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

PLANET PLUTO & ITS DEMOTION

THROUGH THE EYES OF A SECOND GENERATION
Today is the 24th anniversary since astronomers decided to strike off Pluto from our solar system.

My father was 30 years old when astronomers forced upon him to believe that they had discovered a new planet. They called it Pluto. My father died when Pluto was still a planet of our solar system.

When I was born Planet Pluto had already existed for 17 years and I will die after the same astromers declared that Pluto has lost its title of being a planet.

Nevertheless, do astromers think that Pluto cares? It still continues its orbit.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Goan Proverbs & Sayings

Saying:  Aum eilom axen, punn xermaum sanglo fingi baxen.

Lit. trans: I came with a liking, but the sermon was delivered in an alien (foreign) language.

Application: This applies to when one goes about expecting a good thing, but to one's surprise harsh realities set in and everything turns out adversely.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Goan Proverbs & Sayings

Goan Proverbs & Sayings

Saying: Ek fott soth korunck, anink sath fott marcheo poddtat.

This explains in a straight-forward way in its literal translation, as thus:

To make a lie into a truth, another seven lies have to be told.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Goan Proverbs & Sayings

Saying: Paus poddchea adim sontri fulounchi.

Lit.Trans: Be prepared with an umbrella before it starts raining.

Meaning: Prepare yourself before you undertake a task.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Goan Proverbs & Sayings

Aiz maka, faleam tuka.
Common captioned lettering over the entrances of the cemetery chapels in Goa.
Lit. Trans.: Today for me, tomorrow for you.
Meaning: Should death be for me today, then it could be for you tomorrow. We are all mortal human beings. We cannot escape death.

Monday, August 16, 2010

Goan Proverbs & Sayings

Konkani: Pai tosso put, maim toxi dhu.

English lit.trans. Like father, like son; like mother, like daughter.

Meaning and application: Chip of the old block. History repeats itself.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Goan Proverbs & Sayings

Vaddlelem nakam, sandlelem zaem.

Lit. Trans.: Sometimes we don't eat what is served fresh, but on the contrary we settle for the stale or left-over food.

Meaning: Never satisfied with what we have.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Goan Proverbs & Sayings

Goan Proverbs & Sayings

Panchui bottam ek-sarkim nuim.

Lit. Trans. : All fingers are not the same size.

Meaning: It takes all types of people with various types of character, shapes and sizes to make this world.


Friday, August 13, 2010

Goan Proverbs & Sayings


Goan Proverbs and Sayings


'Kaadli jibh, laili taalleak.'

Lit. Trans: 'Just because I have a tongue, I used it to rub the palate'.

Meaning: To speak out of turn.

Sometimes we speak, burst out or shout without realising or thinking about the consequences. So this saying signifies that just because we have a tongue, it should not be used irrationally. 

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Goan Proverbs & Sayings

Goan Proverbs & Sayings

Antun polloun paem soddche

Lit. Trans: Rest or stretch your legs according to the size of the mattress
.
Meaning: Live within your means.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

THE MUG - Poem by Tony Fernandes

The Mug

If a human heart
Could be like a like a mug;
Then you can judge
Its purity and its contents
by what comes out of it
After you’ve set out
What you want to prepare
With so much care.
So today for a start shall we say
let’s try and put in it unity,
Sprinkle good values,
Garnish with love and understanding;
Add faith, hope and charity,
And stir it up with friendship.
And let it rest awhile.
And what will pour out from it for you,
Your family and friends to savour
In the future is just that
for your taste;
And having said this I will rest my case.
Tony Felix Fernandes

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Goan Proverbs & Sayings

Goan Proverbs & Sayings
Mui zaun sakor khaunk zai.
Lit. Trans. One has to be an ant to eat sugar.
Meaning: One has to be as small as an ant to get into a jar of sugar.
Applications in quotation: Eat your humble pie. Pride has a fall.

Khasab Castle, North Oman

Khasab Castle,
Musandam Peninsula
North Oman



Sunday, August 08, 2010

Khasab Castle, North Oman


Khasab Castle
Musandam Peninsula
Oil painting Size 29" x 19"
by Tony Fernandes

Khasab Castle, a picturesque stronghold situated on the inner cove of Khasab Bay, was built in the 17th century by Portuguese explorers in their quest for seeking control over regional maritime trade.

Friday, August 06, 2010

Khasab Castle, Oman

Khasab Castle, North Oman.
Musandam Peninsula

Bas relief in clay. Size approx 10 in x 8"
by Tony Fernandes
Overlooking the harbor and representing Khasab’s eastern line of defense is the picturesque Khasab Castle.

Thursday, August 05, 2010

Goan Proverbs & Sayings

Saying in Konkani
Von ranteleacho khuim ximur kaddcho poddta.

Lit. TranslationSomeone else may be required to clean the nose of a person who makes sweets.

Meaning:Sometimes we have to favour someone if he/she is found useful work for our own needs.

Wednesday, August 04, 2010

Goan Proverbs & Sayings

Saying:

Khuim guelo ? Khuim na; Kitem addlem? Kaim na.
Lit. Trans.: Where did one go? Nowhere.
What did one bring? Nothing.
This is usually used in reference to when one goes about a task or embarks on a journey without proper planning.

Monday, August 02, 2010

Goan Proverbs & Sayings

Saying:
Te firngi mele, and te undde kabar zale.

Lit translation:When the westerners left, the loaves of bread were out of stock too.

Meaning:
Applied in common conversational usage:
When the erstwhile Whites left India,
so did their ways, lifestyle and customs.

Firangi : A foreigner, especially a Portuguese, British or white person.

Sunday, August 01, 2010

BY THE LIGHT OF THE SILVERY PETROMAX


By the light of the Silvery Petromax
by Tony Fernandes

It was the light source that brightened many great and important occasions with its characteristic and luminescent white light for over three generations. It was also used in all shops in the towns and villages. The well-known and proven ‘Petromax’ lantern held centre stage for many nightly functions, celebrations and festivities in Goa. It was called colloquially as ‘petromas’. Till today, nearly a century after its invention by two German brothers, the brilliance of the Petromax has not faded.

In the absence of electricity in the old days, the ‘petromax’ was very popular mainly due to its use on significant and auspicious occasions that were held both indoor and outdoor. It adorned many high places like the ‘matou’ (canopy) for wedding celebrations at night, at sung litanies in homes, salves, vespers and feasts in churches and chapels, at school functions, Christmas and New Year dances, nataks and tiatros, at zagors and zatras, and at open-air night fairs and celebrations, for bhajans in the temples as well as at religious festivals like Divali, Dasera and others. Its main advantages were its reliability and portability. It shed its light all around during Ganesh Chaturthi festival and often led the procession to the river or pond for immersion. It also brightened the pre-wedding ritual of ‘ros” at the bride and bridegroom’s houses, and lit the way from the traditional ‘matou’ to the ‘xim’ (boundary line) at the concluding post-wedding finale when the relatives and guests from each side of the respective families parted ways.

At least three households in our small village owned a Petromax in the early fifties. Later by the early 1960’s my father had purchased one especially for my elder brother’s wedding. To get it working required some level of skill. At sundown just before the Angelus prayers I watched my father as he literally brought this amazing innovation to light. At the time I thought it seemed as though it was quite a ritual till the time it finally shed its super incandescent light on the surroundings. My father was quite adept at lighting it. I was quite young then. “Someday I got learn to light this thing’, I said to myself. I also closely watched my older brother as he trimmed and primed this awesome light source. As days went by, I was assigned with minor tasks before this self-contained apparatus delighted us with its full glow. The training involved fetching the kerosene container and funnel, filling the tank and cleaning the round glass cover with a soft cloth.

As a young lad I admired the elders in the village when they lit this lantern, going through the various stages of the entire procedure in the fading evening twilight. It was always at twilight time when we got around to lighting it. It had a great effect in brightening up an entire community. We had a special iron hook fitted to one of the roof beams to hang it after lighting it up.

I had always appreciated this shiny nickel-plated gadget, but did not have the slightest clue why it took so long for it to emit the bright light that it was so famous for. At the same time I also thought that this appliance was not something to fool around with. It appeared to be an appreciable appliance yet cumbersome and complex in its operation. It was only when I was in my mid-teens that I understood the working of this superb invention. Finally I was successful in lighting it all by myself, but of course with Dad’s supervision and I clearly recall my first experience in lighting it and became easy over the years.

Although we owned a petromax we used it only for certain important occasions like feasts and litanies whenever my father or brother came home for holidays from Bombay. Our village neighbours often borrowed it whenever they needed it. Lighting it up always made me wary as it involved an element of risk – a rather potentially flammable substance with increased risk from the pressurized tank and the flame itself.

The petromax had an enormous lighting power of the value of 500 candlepower. It had a luminosity equivalent to 4 units of 100 watt tungsten bulbs. Its bright white light was nearly 5700 lumens. The white-washed walls reflected the light and enhanced the interior of the house even more.

As a self-contained and independent apparatus, this powerful light-source had a huge candle power to match. It comprised of many different parts and features. It had to be first primed or pre-heated. This was done by igniting spirit in the receptacle inside the round glass cover above the tank through an opening below its chimney. To provide pressurized kerosene to light up, it had to be pumped by hand. Among its other important features was an air-pressure gauge that needed constant attention. The complete pump assembly was fitted into the tank. The piston, rod and washer assembly were retrievable for checking the expansion of the washer into the cylinder. This had to be kept in a trim shape making sure it fitted snugly in order to provide optimum pumped pressure into the tank quickly. This assembly locked in, and out of the way into the side of the tank with a quarter-turn. Its most delicate part was the light source itself – the mantle – a mesh bag of fabric made from rare earth elements. If touched, rattled or shaken after it was lit and cooled after its first use, chances were that its very existence could be history, as it would just fall apart and disintegrate rapidly, crumbling and falling to pieces at the base of the glass cover. Amazingly, this fragile net was the hub of the light source. A torn mantle emitted diminished light with a reddish glow. A new mantle could be installed by removing the top cover or hood and tied around the inverted flange of the nozzle. The mantles could be purchased from dealers in the towns. They felt like silk to the touch and came flat. On lighting up the mantle resembled a modern incandescent light bulb.

The nipple had to be cleaned periodically - a manoeuvre requiring a special technique. The automatic cleaning or the ‘pin-mar’ operation required deft expertise. It was done by rapidly turning the cam-operated hand- wheel clockwise and anti-clockwise within a fleeting fraction of a second. This wheel could be also used to shut it off with the arrow on the wheel pointing upwards. Holding it any longer than the ‘prescribed’ duration would mean throwing the whole venue, litany or a mando-singing competition into complete darkness while at the same time also demonstrating one’s incompetence publicly!

A quick ‘pin-mar’ action instantly gave the petromax a renewed brightness. The mechanism consisted of a knob that operated a lever/cam fitted in turn vertically to a fine pin to clean the tiny hole of air/fuel mixture nipple. The pre-heater nozzles had to be cleaned manually by inserting a pin that was attached to the end of a teaspoon-sized holder through a side opening.

I remember the time when we all sat around our sala for an occasion or immediately after the litany when someone among the guests remarked in Konkani: “Pin mar-re teka’, after noticing a slight drop in the glow of the petromax. In technical terms this meant that the nipple must be cleaned with the pin action by whoever is in charge. At this juncture I tend to wonder whether the expression ‘pin marli’ in Konkani by any chance has been derived from this action.

The original glass came in as one cylindrical piece. Local innovative craftsmen were able to replace broken ones by putting together thin strips of glass placed vertically around the grooved metal frame at the top and bottom. In fact I felt that the glass strips were better as they gave out a prismatic effect.

The petromax reigned supreme and had successfully proven to be a very reliable and powerful light source for large nightly gatherings for many decades. In the old days many shops that did not have electricity used a petromax lantern. And those that did have electricity used it as an emergency light source or back-up.

There were also special ‘petromax’ lamps that could be rented from dealers and suppliers in the towns. Some of these appliances were used for tiatros and nataks. These special types were fitted with remote pressurized tanks that were placed on the ground while an assembly of two lamps was hung high in front of the stage facing the actors. They were connected by means of copper tubing to the tanks. The complete assembly was even fitted with hinged flaps which could be lowered, thereby partially dimming the lights. Thus, the ambience of a particular stage scene in a Konkani or Marathi drama could be altered in order to successfully create the required effect or to set a melancholy or sad mood. An expert with a couple of assistants manned this system of lighting during the entire show.

The petromax had proven to be very useful in lighting up social and cultural events for many years. But then some years later when electricity came to the villages along with the availability of portable generators, fluorescent tube lights and re-chargeable battery-operated lanterns, the use and popularity of these grand old lamps eventually diminished. They can still be seen around being used in road-side tea-stalls, by hawkers and other vendors at the beaches, fishermen and contractors, and in emergency situations.

A table model kerosene mantle lamp, with an elegant and pleasing appearance, that was easier to use, was also visible on the night scene. This was none other than the great Aladdin lamp. These types of lamps are collector’s items now. With their characteristic tall glass chimney and distinct chrome-plated vase-type base, they once stood tall and graced the centre or side table of many white-washed ‘salas’ (sitting rooms) in Goan homes of yesteryear. Many were brought in by Goans working in the Arabian Gulf in the late 1950’s. My cousin brought one for us from Bahrain and we used it until circa 1970. It was a pride to own one and also brought in extra joy and happiness in the home. More light about it in another episode about the illumination devices of a bygone era.

Tony Fernandes

http://tonferns.blogspot.ca/2010/05/blog-post_17.html