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Sunday, February 08, 2015

A Trip to Cayo Blanco on the Catamaran

Cayo Blanco - (White Island) - off Varadero - Cuba.


A day long trip to Cayo Blanco to the east of Varadero. Sailing on a catamaran from Marina Chepelin amid turquoise waters surrounding Varadero peninsula. Stopping at a coral reef for snorkeling enthusiasts. Dropping anchor off the gorgeous and virgin beach of Cayo Blanco – a small island surrounded by mangroves – to enjoy a delicious lunch with several options of seafood - lobster, fish, shrimp, squid. Listening to traditional live Cuban music, dancing, games, and swimming in the ocean. Exceptional and lively tourist guide on board the catamaran with music and games on the way back to the Marina brought to a close a wonderful and enjoyable day just before sunset - a vacation with my dear wife Edna - and a surprise trip planned by my daughter Dahlia.
 











 

Friday, January 30, 2015

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Goan Proverbs & Sayings

Konkani Proverb
Tuji saulli tuji patt kednach sodinam.

Literal Translation
Your shadow never leaves you.

Application
This saying is implied when one one wants to express a situation where one cannot escape from the actual truth or harsh realilty.

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Goan Proverbs & Sayings

Proverb

Vik khaun mortoloi munntlear atin duddu nam.

Lit. translation

Cannot afford to buy poison to die from it.

Application

 Term used in expressing one's inability or unaffordabilty to do a particular job.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Goan Proverbs & Sayings

Proverb:

Bithorlo bedi, bhailo chor.

Lit. translation:

Informer from the inside, thief from the outside.

Application:

This proverb describes an insider (a person in a group) who abets with an outsider in committing a crime or robbery, or leaks out secrets.

Monday, January 19, 2015

Goan Proverbs & Sayings

Proverb:

Khaun-jeun, beiman. 

Lit. translation:

Eat and dine, yet ungrateful.

Application:

This proverb describes a person who is provided with food and cared for, and yet is ungrateful.

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Goan Proverbs & Sayings

Proverb:

Rup anjeachem, kortub devcharachem.

Lit. translation:

Image of an angel, deeds of a devil.

Application:

This proverb describes a hypocrite or a pretender very well. Someone with a smiling countenance, but with evil intentions.

Saturday, January 17, 2015

HOW TO MAKE A HOCKEY STICK FROM BAMBOO

NECESSITY IS THE MOTHER OF INVENTION

The Field Hockey Stick and the alternative.
Line-artwork drawing by Tony Fernandes.
Guirim, Cumbiem Morod, Bardez, Goa. India. 

(The Fabulous 1950's and 1960's)

As a kid growing up in the 1960's in Goa, football was my passion. Hockey came a close second. But hockey sticks did not come cheap. So, in the right sense and application of the ages old saying: 'Necessity is the mother of invention', youngsters from the village had devised unique ways to create hockey sticks from bamboo. As shown in my illustration, here's an easy way to make a hockey stick from what nature's flora has to offer for free in order to make do and not miss the opportunity of playing the game.

Firstly, we looked out for a bamboo patch in the neighbourhood. They were normally found on the outskirts of our village. Then pick a bamboo matching the thickness of a normal hockey stick, dig out around the root, cut and separate the required piece, clean up, flatten the left side, cut to the right height and finally give some personal finishing touches.

Then go, run to the fields, play and return home before the 'Angelus' bell tolls at dusk.

Simple things and the rustic lifestyle gave us pleasure. We enjoyed the little things we had and silently wished and hoped for affordable and greater things for our future. Just like any other kids.

The players in my team were not only the boys and girls in my village, my class-mates, friends or neighbours, but also my parents and almost everybody that I knew, and those I held as special, including teachers at my Alma Mater. They helped shape what I have still have today - and those are the fond memories of childhood.

Bamboo Rhizomes propagate and expand profusely sending out roots and shoots from its nodes that defines its curved shapes a little beneath the ground surface.                                                       

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

St. Joseph Vaz - Goa's First Saint

ST. JOSEPH VAZ
Apostle of Sri Lanka

'TODAY THE BELLS TOLL FOR THEE'



Today is the greatest and the happiest day in my lifetime. Today the bells toll in proclaiming Goa's first Saint. My father and mother wished and prayed for Goa's first Saint. They too would have been the happiest people today to rejoice and celebrate in this great moment had they been alive. However, I am very lucky to see that this has happened in my lifetime.

Thank you - God Bless Pope Francis.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

A GREAT DAY FOR ALL GOANS


A great day tomorrow for all Goans, Sri Lankans, Indians, and for all the people in the whole world.

BELLS TO PEAL IN GOA AT CANONIZATION
OF BLESSED JOSEPH VAZ.

Catholic churches in the Indian state of Goa will ring their bells in celebration on Wednesday when Pope Francis declares Blessed Joseph Vaz, a Catholic priest of Goan origin, a saint in the Sri Lankan capital, Colombo. "The canonization of Blessed Joseph Vaz, Jan 14, is the culmination of over three centuries of expectation and supplication on the part of his devotees from Goa, Mangalore, Sri Lanka and elsewhere," Archbishop Filipe Neri Ferrao of Goa and Daman said on Friday.

Fr. Vaz was born on April 21, 1651, in Goa, in what is India today. The Oratorian priest arrived in Sri Lanka as a missionary in April 1687 at a time of Dutch presence in Sri Lanka, then known as Ceylon. He travelled throughout the island bringing the Eucharist and the sacraments to clandestine groups of Catholics. He died on January 16, 1711 in Kandy. He was declared Blessed by Pope John Paul II in 1995 at a ceremony in Colombo.

Fr. Vaz will be Sri Lanka's first saint and the third of Indian origin to be conferred sainthood by the Vatican. Archbishop Ferrao said Goans across the globe were "spiritually and eagerly" awaiting Wednesday’s canonization "as a sign of our deep spiritual communion with the Church gathered in Colombo, bells be pealed at 9 a.m. Jan 14 in all the churches and chapels of our Archdiocese". (Source: UCAN)


And yay! finally we have a Goan Saint after a long wait. My father and our Seniors of Cumbiem Morod, Guirim, would have been proud. God bless Pope FrancisA proud moment for all Goans in Goa and around the world!



Saturday, January 10, 2015

Tuesday, January 06, 2015

THE THREE KINGS FEAST - CUELIM HILLOCK - CANSAULIM



THE FEAST OF THE THREE KINGS AT CANSAULIM – SALCETE – GOA.

It was the Yuletide of 2004 that my wife and I had gone to visit our relatives in Cansaulim, to witness the grand feast of the Three Kings and fulfill a lifelong dream to attend this feast.

The three villages that take a major part in celebrating this feast are Cansaulim, Cuelim and Arossim, at the Chapel on the Cuelim hillock. A child from each of these three villages is chosen representing as a ‘King’ dressed symbolically in regal attire on horseback.

After a short prayer and ceremony at the respective three different local churches, the ‘Kings’ from the family of the celebrants start on the long trek on horseback, followed by other folks from each village and the surrounding areas through villages and fields in a procession to the accompanied by a brass band and playing along the way. The end of the journey is near, the mount is in sight, finally reaching the chapel on the hill.

When they arrive at the hill, the 'Magi' meet in front of the chapel, culminating with a con-celebrated Solemn High Mass and other traditional festivities. The unity and the camaraderie that exists between the folks of these three villages is evident in the fact that this great feast is organized so well, with such timing, pomp and fervour.  

The Adoration of the Magi - Feast of the Three Kings
Cansaulim, Salcete, Goa. India

In addition to the traditional feast celebrated at Cansaulim, the Parishes of Reis Magos and Chandor also celebrate this feast in Goa on a grand scale. It is commonly known as the feast of the Three Kings, Epiphany of the Lord, The Magi or the Three Wise Men of the East – Gaspar, Melchior and Balthasar – each one carrying symbolic gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh.

Monday, January 05, 2015

Somewhere Only We Know - Dahlia Fernandes & Joel Schwartz (Keane Cover)
First cover of 2015 - A cover of Keane's Somewhere Only we Know Vocals - Dahlia Fernandes [www.dahliafernandes.com] Guitar - Joel Schwartz 

Thursday, January 01, 2015

NEW YEAR'S NEW RESOLUTION

NEW  YEAR'S NEW RESOLUTION
FOR 2015

Be resolute in finding
a new solution
 to try and keep last year's
broken resolutions.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Good-bye 2014 - WELCOME 2015

Hello! 2015


To watch the full video please click on the link below:

MUSIC FOR PEACE

 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JHWJCzJfuw0

As I reminisce on the calendar of 2014, it seems the world has seen happiness as well as sorrow - killing and abduction of innocent children, wars, shootings, air disasters, floods and tornadoes - as people lost their lives and next of kin. War and hatred between nations have continued unabated in many places in the world.

We cannot change the past, but we can definitely wish, hope and pray for a better 2015 and for many better years beyond. As we usher in the New Year 2015, let us hope for love, not hatred, and pray for Peace throughout the world, especially for those affected by war and natural disasters; pray for the sick, the bereaved, the injured, the afflicted and the poor.

We remember our folks who are far away from us; consider ourselves lucky to have our friends and family near us, and pray for those folks who are no longer with us today.

I am thankful for having had better life than the less fortunate and I hope to cherish the happy memories I have had with my family, and treasure the good days we have shared in the happy times of the days gone by while hoping for a better 2015.

To sum it up I’d like to play just for old times’ sake a short clip of a favourite and familiar tune that we hear on every New Year’s Eve. It's only in recent years with the encouragement from my daughter Denise that I learned to play an instrument I always wanted to - the violin. Still in progress - but nonetheless, I hope this brings home the sentiment that ‘Auld Lang Syne’ has unfailingly always brought to me year after year.

Saturday, December 27, 2014

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Merry Christmas & Happy New Year 2015


Wishing all visitors to my blog
and all followers on Facebook

A MERRY CHRISTMAS
and
A HAPPY NEW YEAR 2015

Thank you for your support and appreciation.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

On the 11th Day of the Christmas Show

 
On the 11th & last Day
My true love gave to me
A "Pear Chutney" in a Pear Tree.
We are running out of Flavours
Yet there's so much more to Savour
And so less time to sample
But please come back next year for more.


Sunday, December 14, 2014

On the 10th Day of the Christmas Show

 
On the 10th Day of the Christmas Show
 My true love gave to me
All exquisite tasters
That came in various flavours
Some are getting sold out
And that 's what Edna's Pickles is all about.


Wednesday, December 10, 2014

On the 9th Day of the Christmas Show


On the 9th Day of the Christmas Show
Keeping up the tempo
With SWEET BEET CHUTNEY
.... A Runaway success....
..... and the Beat keeps going on!


Tuesday, December 09, 2014

On the 8th Day of the Christmas Show

 
On the 8th Day of the Christmas Show
My true love gave to me
A Medley of Eight to Savour
'Sweet Lime' Oh, what a flavour!
And Tangy Lime what a craver.


Monday, December 08, 2014

On the 7th Day of the Christmas Show

 
 
On the 7th Day of the Christmas Show,
My true love gave to me
All delicious flavours
Two Books of Recipes
Tony's Book of Goa Memories
With nostalgic Poems & Stories
.


Sunday, December 07, 2014

On the 6th Day of the Christmas Show

 
On the 6th Day of the Christmas Show
My true love gave to me
6 Savoury Carrots
And all previous flavours
Delivered in 'TONBILT' trucks.


Saturday, December 06, 2014

On the Fifth day of the Christmas Show

On the Fifth day of the Christmas Show
My true love gave to me
Five Green Apple Chutney
Four Veggie Medley
Three Tangy Lime
Two Crunchy Gherkins
And a Hot Eggplant in a yellow Jeepney.


Wednesday, December 03, 2014

On the fourth day of the Christmas Show

 
On the fourth day of the Christmas Show
My true love gave to me
Four Veggie Medley
Three Tangy Lime
Two Crunchy Gherkins
And a Hot Eggplant in a blue truckie.


Sunday, November 30, 2014

On the third day of the Christmas Show

 
On the third day of the Christmas Show
My true love gave to me
Three Tangy Lime
Two Crunchy Gherkins
And a Hot Eggplant
In a Pear tree.


Saturday, November 29, 2014

On the second day of the Christmas Show

 
On the second day of the Christmas Show
My true love gave to me
Two Crunchy Gherkins
And a Hot Eggplant in a pear tree.


Friday, November 28, 2014

Friday, November 21, 2014

Y-NOT TONY?


"When I used to DJ in my younger years, my name surprised people (particularly those who are not educated on the existence of Catholicism, Christianity and Portuguese colonization in India). I often got asked "TONY!?! Is that your REAL name?" To which I would respond "Y-NOT?"

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

THOUGH POPPIES GROW IN FLANDERS FIELDS


REMEMBERING THE WAR DEAD EVERYWHERE
Lest we forget - They shall grow not old,
as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them,
nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun
and in the morning,
we will remember them.
'LEST WE FORGET'
          Lest We Forget - three words renowned across most countries to show remembrance of those who have fought, and those who have died fighting for freedom. It means that we will never forget.

          In Canada, the day is honoured by wearing poppies, a flower that bloomed throughout the fields of battle grounds in France and Belgium during World War I.

          The wearing of the symbol of the poppy was made popular due to the poem, Flanders Fields, written by Canadian physician and Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae after witnessing his friend and fellow soldier struck down in the midst of battle in WWI.

In the poem by John McCrae 'In Flanders Fields' poppies are referred to, but why poppies?

The answer is simple:
Poppies only flower in rooted up soil. Their seeds can lie on the ground for years and years. They will sprout only when someone roots up the ground. Battlefields during the war, churned up the soil while dead soldiers laid on the ground and the poppies blossomed.
In Flanders Fields
(my favourite poem)
by John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Canadian Lieutenant Col. John Alexander McCrae was born in McCrae House in Guelph, Ontario to Lieutenant-Colonel David McCrae and Janet Simpson Eckford; he was the grandson of Scottish immigrants. He attended the Guelph Collegiate Vocational Institute and became a member of the Guelph militia regiment. The background of his family is military. Poet, physician, author, artist and soldier during World War I, and a surgeon during the battle of Ypres, a Municipality in Flanders, Belgium. He is best known for writing the above war memorial poem.

Monday, November 10, 2014

MY LOVING MOM

 
My Loving Mom
 Sebastiana Pereira e Fernandes
 
Born: 10th November 1913
Died: 23th August 1974

 She would have been
101
years of age today.

 HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM.


 


Saturday, November 08, 2014

THE STORY OF THE VIOLIN (How it came into my life)

THE STORY OF THE VIOLIN
....and how it came into my life.


For me the violin had always been one of those musical instruments that I always wanted to learn to play since childhood, but never really got down to learning it until I was into my early fifties. I remember that I often mentioned this to my children. "Someday I must learn to play the violin", I had often said.
And then so it came to pass that it was the eve of one my birthdays when I was about to go to sleep. Around midnight I hear a knock on the door. It is my eldest daughter Denise at the door. She is about to push a huge cardboard box that has a picture, and all the markings of a barbecue grill. She says "Happy Birthday Dad", and I say "... but we already have a barbecue".

My daughter then insists that I open the taped-up box which, after some reluctance and hesitation, I do open. Placed at a slant in that box is what looks like a violin case. And I am left speechless, dumb-founded and surprised. After all, for sure, I think that it is a violin that is in the box. Then I am handed a birthday card. And I am baffled as to how on earth at my age am I going to learn what is supposed to be a such a difficult musical instrument. Then I open the envelope containing the birthday card and inside there is pre-paid 12-lesson violin course from Merriam School of Music, which once again leaves me wondering and guessing what all the young violin learners at the school are going to think of me when I walk into the music class. Will they think that I am teaching the art of playing violin? Or am I a late starter in learning to play the violin? Or will they think that I am perhaps accompanying someone younger to the school?

The following week after my birthday, it was my first day, first lesson, at the renowned Merriam School of Music in Mississauga. I walked boldly through the revolving doors. As soon as I stepped in, I hesitantly and nervously looked around me holding my violin case in my right hand, and following the guidance from the receptionist and signs leading to the first floor, proceeded to my class.

I was expecting a room full of violin enthusiasts supervised by an older teacher. But I entered into a mid-size room with no one else in there. A minute later, in walked a young girl who I thought was a student, but I soon realised that she wasn't. She was, in fact, my teacher. She was as old as my daughter. She was going to be my teacher for the next 12 lessons. This was a hands-on crash-course it seemed.

After my first one-hour lesson I was quite at ease. I went around the school. As I walked and passed through the corridors of this prestigious school of musical learning, I heard different sounds of instruments apparently seeping out of the rooms. On my way down through the lobby, there were much older people than I was at the time, holding cases of what looked surely like violins, guitars, and mandolins or perhaps other instruments. And oh! my, how glad was I, that I was not alone!

The following 3 months I assigned myself the task of practising, thanks for the basement, where no one could hear the initial squeaks, but myself and the basement walls. And four months later found myself playing at a party.

Thanks to my loving daughter, Denise. 


Thursday, November 06, 2014

AUTUMN - A GRAND FINALE TO A GLORIOUS SUMMER, Caledon, Ontario

 
~ AUTUMN ~
A GRAND FINALE TO A GLORIOUS SUMMER,
Caledon, Ontario
 
An early morning drive through the serene country-side, the air is still, the trees seemingly still hanging on desperately with colourful foliage of late autumn hues, thus making up for the dull skies.
 




Wednesday, November 05, 2014

Prepping for the winter.

 
Bowing to the forces of nature
 
By the forlorn road in the country-side under a cloudy sky, some trees seem to be prepping themselves earlier than others, shedding their leaves, getting ready for winter, lest they should find themselves unexpectedly burdened by snow.

One tree at the cross-roads in a serene area in Caledon, Ontario, seems to have stood the test of time, bowing under the pressures of the wind, while another in its vicinity seems to have succumbed to the brutal forces of nature during the last winter.

Monday, November 03, 2014

NO LOAFING AROUND IN LOAFER'S LAKE - BRAMPTON, ON

Loafer's Lake, Brampton, ON.

 Geese are taking off. No more loafing around. Perhaps due to a sudden change in the weather. The leaves on the trees still in myriad colourful hues, were caught unawares and unprepared, bewildered and perplexed just like I was, as snow fell in the fall this year..