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Friday, March 22, 2013

ALL JOKES ASIDE

WATCH A WEIGHT WATCHER !
 
(Real Life Experiences at Craft Shows)
 
A friend of mine makes excellent gourmet vinegar.
Customers sample a drop or two from a tiny hand-held dropper.

My friend:  (to a customer) who’s been standing in front of his booth,
staring, for at least 5 minutes at the dropper:  “ Would you like to try a sample, sir?”

Customer:  "Sorry, no, I’m watching my weight”


Thursday, March 21, 2013

SOUND HORN OK PLEASE







Vehicles with this type of signage
first arrived in Goa after the Indian
Govt. takeover in 1961 - at present
the only thing that is 'OK' seems to be
the honking that apparently goes on
and on sometimes even when there is
no one around (force of habit, I guess)
but not the roads, drivers or their 
driving habits. 

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

SENTINEL OF THE SEAS!


SENTINEL OF THE SEAS!

As a friend suggested, with a sudden gust of breeze this sentinel (of the seas) could turn into a sentinel of the sky!

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Habemus Papam! (L) - (We Have a Pope!)




Habemus Papam! ("We Have a Pope!")

came  the announcement yesterday given in Latin by the Cardinal Protodeacon, the senior Cardinal Deacon, upon the election of a new Roman Catholic Pope. He is Cardinal Jorge Mario Bergoglio of Buenos Aires, Argentina. At 76, he is the first Jesuit ever to be elected Pope. He is known to have been a very simple and humble man, commuting by bus and cooking his own meals.

There is something special about this announcement that gave me goose bumps as soon as I heard the news.

Viva Il Papa! were cries heard in jubilation in St. Peter's Square, Rome, and as banner headlines in the newscasts all over the world announcing the Pope's election.

Humility and servitude personified!

People around the world waited eagerly for this moment, glued to their TV sets. This news was proclaimed from the central balcony of St. Peter's Basilica in the Vatican. Later the new pope was presented to the people and he gave his first Urbi et Orbi blessing.

Most importantly though for me it only seems fitting and apt that we have a new Pope who has adopted his new name as 'Francis' - after St. Francis of Assisi, who is known for his humility.

What's in a name?

Incidentally, Francis is a common name in Goa, India, and all around the world.  St Francis of Assisi is also the patron of my Alma Mater - St. Anthony's High School, Monte de Guirim, which is run by Franciscan Friars for the last 71 years.

At this juncture, we should not forget the name Francis for yet another reason - St. Francis Xavier - the pioneering Jesuit Missionary of the Orient.

“Vere dignum et justum est".

Is it not then, fitting and just, that 'Francis' is the apt name that the new Pope, a Jesuit himself, has adopted after two great Catholic Saints?

*  Francis - after St. Francis of Assisi - a symbol of humility - the Franciscan Friar and preacher. Francis' devotion to God was expressed through his love for all of God's creation. St. Francis cared for the poor and sick, he preached sermons to animals, and praised all creatures as brothers and sisters under God. St. Francis of Assisi, patron saint of animals and ecology, was born in Italy around 1181 or 1182.

and

* Francis - the great Missionary to the East - St. Francis Xavier - the Jesuit and Apostle of the Indies - whose relics are kept in a silver casket, elevated inside the Cathedral of Bom Jesus, Old Goa.

Coincidence?

The new Holy Father has Italian and Spanish roots - St. Francis of Assisi was Italian and St. Francis Xavier was Spanish.


May long be the Reign of Pope Francis I
(so far the 7th Pope in my lifetime)

Viva Il Papa!

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

MY GRANDSON ARI - ONE TODAY




We had never known
what joy a grandson would bring
 until we were blessed with one.
My ever-smiling and adorable
 Grandson Ari
turns one today.

Its been a wonderful year
 and one of pure joy to see him grow.
With a single glance
or a mere thought of him,
has many a time
made me forget
all my worries and woes.

A year has gone by
so quickly, and there's
never been anything better
than seeing him grow -
relish his smile, his myriad
delightful actions 
and facial expressions,
bringing happiness to everyone
around him.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 
to our wonderful and precious
grandson
ARI 
our pride and joy.
May the Good Lord
always bless you
and keep you in
His loving care.

Monday, March 11, 2013

The TōnFerns Torchlight (or Flashlight) - DeLIGHTful Memories of Cumbiem Morod, Guirim, Bardez, Goa.

~  The TōnFerns Torchlight (or Flashlight)  ~
 DeLIGHTful Memories of Cumbiem Morod,
 Guirim, Bardez, Goa.

THE 'TONFERNS' TORCHLIGHT
A flashlight (torch in British English)
Circa 1962

Necessity, they say, is the mother of invention. In the pre-electricity days in the village of Cumbiem Morod, Guirim, Bardez, Goa, during the 1950's when I was a young lad, every household used kerosene or chimney lamps to light up their houses at the ring of the evening call by the Angelus bell of the village chapel.

Then as darkness fell, it was time to run home from the football field (actually rice fields converted into a playground during the dry season) just to be on time for reciting the Angelus together with the home folks. Then it was bath time, rosary time, study time, supper time and late night study time by the kerosene chimney lamp!

In those days, people used hurricane lamps for longer walks in the night. And my Grandma was happy relying solely on the candle power from the light of the petite candle placed in the hollow of a coconut shell.



A flash light was useful, and almost a necessity, if one had to step outside in the darkness, because there were no street lights those days.

Some folks kept a torch in the house to use in an emergency. It came in handy in many ways - like for instance returning home from the nearby chapel after evening 'salve prayers' or 'novenas' preceding a feast, returning home from the grocery, or to accompany someone home after a late night party or litany (ladainha), or to check on something rustling in the grass in the backyard, or to check out the sudden flutter of the chickens in their humble abode (perhaps on sensing a visit by the clever fox) in the backyard! It also came in handy to keep a night-watch on the vegetable patch in the vast fields in front of our house. In rare cases it could be very useful to fetch a doctor from Mapusa in the night or safely accompany a 'torch-less' tipsy visitor to his own home.

There were different types of torches or flashlights in various households, 'Eveready' being the common brand. There was also another popular brand called 'Winchester' brought in mostly by Goan people working in the Arabian Gulf. They required standard 'D' size batteries and miniature incandescent light-bulbs that used a tungsten filament.The bulbs used for torches were as follows, and I was an self-taught expert at this.

A 2-battery torch used a 2.8 volt bulb,
A 3 battery one used a 4.2 volt, and
A 6 battery contraption like the one I made would need a 9 volt bulb.

These types of bulbs frequently blew or fused out on a sudden surge, and it was a good idea to keep a spare bulb in the house. My dad had his pristine and prized silver anodized 3-battery version which he always kept at the ready by his bed side. I had a 2-battery type solely for my use, poor light beam of which I was not happy with. (And Dad would not let me or anyone touch, or get anywhere near his!) It looked something like this one below:

So this prompted me to invent something of my own which I used throughout my schooling years.

The idea was to collect as many as possible discarded standard size 1.5 V batteries from old radios in the village, have them checked for some life in them, and discard the dead ones. I made a box out of old plywood to hold 6 batteries of 1.5V each and used a  9V bulb, fitted with a reflector and rear spring salvaged from an old out-of-commission torch, and a miniature on-off switch purchased from Auto Popular in the nearby town of Mapusa. The switch was fitted on top of the wooden box.  As the torchlight got dimmer, it was better to compensate for the decreased light output by changing the bulb to 6 volts. 

This was the most powerful torch in our village in those days, with its powerful beam reaching about half a kilometer (across the perimeter of our ward). Electricity came to the village in the late1960's, but my torch still held on to its glory in emergencies and during power-cuts until much later.

Please click on the following link to a related article: CANDLE IN THE HOLLOW OF THE COCONUT SHELL
http://tonferns.blogspot.ca/2010/05/blog-post_17.html


Sunday, March 10, 2013

LIFE IN THE EMIRATES - HALA MARHABA

'LIFE IN THE EMIRATES'

A popular song in the expatriate community, 'Life in the Emirates', is a warm tribute to life in the United Arab Emirates. The song was written and recorded in 1979 by two Irish men Patrick Terence Brady and Michael Kiely. It proved to be an instant hit. It was provided airplay by Capitol Radio in Abu Dhabi and by FM 92 Radio in Dubai.

It has been sung in numerous hotels and other events throughout the U.A.E. It is the most famous song in English about the UAE, and it still strikes a sentimental chord even after the first batch of adventurers have left the country on completion  of their tenure.

I still have fond and cherished memories of this song along with the wonderful and memorable years that I spent in this great country. The song is still played by music groups who originally made their debut in Dubai at the time, and who perhaps share similar sentiments in their hearts.

"LIFE IN THE EMIRATES" is a sincere yet light-hearted song of praise to the wonderful country - the United Arab Emirates. The words speak for themselves.

Please click on the link below to watch the video.

Thursday, March 07, 2013

Sunday, March 03, 2013

TRANQUILITY IN THE TWILIGHT



Nossa Senhora, Mãe de Deus

Parish Church - Saligao, Bardez, Goa.

Built in 1873, it is one of the most beautiful
and magnificent churches in Goa.
It is on the list of my favourites and
the wonderful pieces of architectural grandeur.

It has always brought me a feeling of peace,
be it in the morning or evening twilight, day or night
or on a moonlit night shining in all its splendour.

Living in Guirim, as a teenager and 
as a close neighbour of Saligao,
I often cycled late in the evening to
just delightfully watch
this beautiful masterpiece
from across the main road,
lit up in all its glory
 long past sundown.

Thursday, February 28, 2013

Sunday, February 24, 2013

TALENTED SENIORS OF CUMBIEM MOROD

THE SENIORS OF CUMBIEM MOROD
(The Talented Seniors of Yesteryear)

By Tony Fernandes

Late 1950’s.
My little and lovely ward of Cumbiem Morod. Call it the north-west silent ‘Bairro’ (Portuguese for neighbourhood) of the village of Guirim, bordering the village of Canca to the north-west, Parra to the south,  Sorvem and Figueira wards of Guirim to the east. Sleepy and quaint community with hard-working folks. Sparse Christian and Hindu family homes living peacefully.

           Almost a forgotten little ward of Guirim – referred to and known for some reason as a part of ‘small Guirim’. There was no road passing through the village then, but a well-trodden path for many of the people of Candolim, Calangute, Nagoa and Arpora who wished to cut short through our village to Bastora and to the hills and villages beyond.
  
          Though a sleepy ward as it may have seemed, it was a very vibrant one in the 1950’s and 1960’s. The village of Cumbiem Morod consisted of about 15 Christian and 15 Hindu households. Most of the men of Christian homes were employed in Bombay and returned home every year, mostly during the months of April and May.

           These men were literate, and very adventurous, having first left their families and homes as early as the beginning of the 1900’s in search of employment in other parts of India besides Bombay (now Mumbai) like Jodhpur, Ahmedabad and Surat in the north, and even as far down in Kerala in the south. During those days it was difficult to find employment in Goa.

           Likewise, the sons of these pioneers later often followed their fathers to work out of Goa. Though these great and adventurous men are no longer with us today, we owe them a lot of thanks for their guidance, for setting good examples in everything they did, for teaching us the good ways and values, and inspiring us in turn to do our best in whatever we attempted to do.


           The women folk took care of their children in Goa, and made sure that they got education by sending them to nearby schools, sacrificing the companionship of their husbands. They worked in the fields cultivating two crops a year. Rice was harvested by the end of the monsoons, and various vegetables were grown at the end of the following season in autumn, in allocated patches in front of my ancestral home in Cumbiem Morod (now generally called Kumya) before the onset of winter. This agricultural cultivation provided sustenance during the summer and monsoon season, and even some more to spare, kept in storage until winter. Part of this rice would be especially used as seed for the next crop, along with a variety of produce like sweet potatoes, corn, eggplant (aubergine/brinjal), beans, onions, chilies, cabbage and radish. A water-melon patch was planted separately along the raised pathway leading to Monte de Guirim.

Friday, February 22, 2013

THE HAUNTING SOUND OF THE 'MAATRAAS'






Scanned image. Original print made
on Kodak photo paper from film.
Quaresma (Lent) 2005.

PICTURESQUE GOA

The 'Maatraas'

              Lenten services at St. Diogo's Church of Parishes of the twin villages of Guirim and Sangolda in Goa, bring back memories of childhood. Taking part in the solemn procession winding its way around the hill-side and around the perimeter of the cemetery with life-size statues of Christ carrying the Cross, and hearing the touching notes and words of the motets sung in Konkani, sent a chill up my spine. In enacting the crucifixion elders guided the young men who climbed up on the ladders to retrieve the image of Christ from the Cross, while the haunting rattle of the ‘matraas’ echoed through the church,reminding me once again of my childhood.

              In Goa, the 'Maatraas' (Colloquial Konkani) 'Matraça' Portuguese) is used as a signal instead of a traditional bell for conducting solemn Lenten services like the Passion of Christ on Good Friday. Basically, it is made from wood with a cut out handle, and fitted with 2 pair of hinges on both sides. The loud and distinct sound from this invention is made by holding it by the handle, and twisting one's wrist from side to side, the action of which causes the metal hinges to swing from side to side creating a loud sound.

              In the picture below is the traditional 'maatraas', all spruced up, varnished, set and ready to rattle, temporarily leaning against the red cement bench (Konkani: 'sopo') before going into action, in the aisle and corridors of St. Diogo's Church - Guirim/Sangolda Parish, Bardez, Goa.



Thursday, February 21, 2013

DOVORNEM - A PLACE TO TAKE SOME REST

DOVORNEM


    


THE 'DOVORNEM'

"Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free
Take a load of Fanny, and you put the load right on me".

(Lyrics from the song by 'The Band')

DOVORNEM
In front of the Chapel
of Our Lady of the Rosary
Canca - Verla - Parra
Bardez - Goa


In the old days our Goan folks walked long distances from villages to the towns and vice versa. They also walked great distances to visit their relatives and friends. But some of the folks who grew vegetables, bananas and other produce carried them to the market place in huge baskets placed upon their heads.

Very often these folks would be seen waiting at one of the structures called 'Dovornem' by the side of the road with their loads placed on these platforms, while having a casual conversation. These were constructed in laterite stone. They enabled these hard-working folks to place the load they carried on their heads on these square-shaped structures and thus allow them take a breather before proceeding on their journey either to or from the market.

By design, the height was intentionally finished off at an average person's height, so that there wasn't any need of another person either to lower or lift the load up back on their heads. What they merely had to do was slide the basket on the top flat surface of the 'Dovornem'.

Often, people also waited for others to join them at such spots so that they would have company to travel in a group, thereby risking a lesser chance of getting themselves mugged or robbed of their jewelry or cash as they walked through lonely forests and hills. In Konkani, this would be known as travelling in 'sangath' or in company of one another.
  
When I was a young lad I have, on many occasions, accompanied my mother on such walking marathons, visiting my grandmother from Guirim to Siolim, and have come across people who took some rest at such places, after carrying heavy loads on their heads for hours, so that they could give themselves a break or cool themselves off after walking for long distances in the over-powering heat, especially in the summer.  

These trips were often scary, and the merchants, daily vendors and ordinary folks tried to hurry home through the hills before nightfall, specially through a slightly frightening, eerie and sinister area called 'Sonar Khett' well known in the old days for thieves hiding in the forests, and preying on people who walked alone making their journey through these hills. I remember as a young lad walking home on a sunny afternoon from Siolim to Guirim with my mother, aunt and grandma after spending a week there during summer holidays, we heard a whistle echoing over the green hills. Then, on seeing my Mom hastening her pace to reach home before nightfall, I am supposed to have said : "You don't have to get frightened as along as I am with you all." And then as I grew up over the years the quote above was often cited remembering our good old days.

The walls of this mass of rectangular shaped stones were bonded and finished off with a typical cement-mortar mix often used in Goan masonry construction methods. My guess is that the inside of the entire block was perhaps filled with rubble and rough fragments of stone or 'xenkare'. (Konkani. coloq.) The average top surface could be estimated at being 6 ft.x 4 ft., large enough to easily accommodate 3 or 4 average size baskets. 

In the old days these simple laterite structures that have withstood the test of time and weather conditions, may have perhaps beckoned the weary passerby to lessen his burden, but nowadays some of these structures lie abandoned and neglected, a few of them barely visible or recognizable amid the overgrowth of bushes along the sides of some roads.

These structures are found in many places along the Goan countryside roads. I'm not sure who constructed them in the old days - was it the local 'comunidade' or government?  The shapes of these are almost the same everywhere except that some are slightly different having two levels. Some of them have a Cross attached. In the case of the one pictured above, it would have perhaps been constructed after the completion of the chapel - and being in front of the Chapel it does not need a Cross. The siting and placement of this 'dovornem' seems appropriate so that not only the faithful could take some rest, but could say a prayer too!

It would very interesting to delve into the etymology of the word 'Dovornem'. At this point in time I would assume that it is derived from the Konkani word 'dovor' meaning 'to keep' - hence 'dovornem' - meaning: 'a place to keep'. I hope the Panchayats will try to maintain these old 'masonry platforms' as unique Goan heritage artefacts. 

The location of the photographs of the 'Dovornem' featured in this article were taken in Verla/Canca - an area familiar to me since my childhood.

View location in Google Maps

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

THE SANCTUS BELL - Memories of an Altar Boy




PICTURESQUE GOA

Memories of an Altar Boy

Calling on the faithful with

THE SANCTUS BELL

“Make a joyful noise to the Lord,
 all the earth;
break forth into joyous songs
 and sing praises!” 

~ A quadruple set of altar bells
 - Chapel of Our Lady of the Rosary,
Canca, Verla, Parra - Bardez.

Monday, February 18, 2013

HAPPY FAMILY DAY


The love
 of a family
 is life's
greatest blessing.

Family Day is observed in the Canadian provinces of Alberta, Ontario and Saskatchewan on the third Monday of February. In British Columbia, Family Day falls on the second Monday of February. This holiday celebrates the importance of families and family life to people and their communities.

Saturday, February 16, 2013

REMEMBER THE RADIO DAYS?





Sony CRF-160 13-Band Transistor Radio LW/MW/FM/SW

Purchased in Dubai 1970, still in working condition. The inside of the front cover of this radio features a world map and time zone conversion wheel. Received crystal clear radio reception of programs broadcasts by Radio Ceylon (now Sri Lanka) Short Wave 19 metre and 31 metre bands. So was FM reception from ARAMCO, Dhahran. But for now, to cut a long story short, please sit back and listen to Track 4 on Side 2 'Whispering' by Russ Conway on the piano - Stereo LP Record (World Record Club) Richmond, Surrey, England, also in mint condition, purchased from Jashanmal & Sons.

To listen to the track please click on the following link: 


Saturday, February 09, 2013