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REMINISCENCES OF MY GOAN YOUTH
By Nascimento Caldeira

Well, how should I start? I was born in village Cavelossim, Goa. Shastikar? 
Yes, very much so and
I was delivered into the world, in the front bedroom of my home, assisted only 
by a midwife, in
those days when ‘Doutor’ came on horseback! I was the ‘last drop’ to come to 
fruition! Only son,
so sisters and parents were happy. And here I am, decades later, reminiscing 
about what I have
been all this time.

I lived in Goa up until the age of six with only my mother, whilst my father 
and sisters lived in
the big city of Bombay. This divided family life was quite common to Goan 
families endeavoring to
make it in life. I do remember when my folks used to come to Goa for the 
holidays with huge tins
of biscuits and dry fruit, for me and Mai; just like people used to ‘stock up’ 
provisions for the
monsoon season. I do remember playing slippery slides from the high Sand Dunes, 
and going to the
Beach! Of course, traveling to Margao town, by ‘Carreras’ the petrol buses from 
FIAT was quite a
treat.

In Bombay, I was inducted into St Sebastian’s Goan High School; I was able to 
finish 11 years
matriculation at age of 15 years, with flying colours, scoring distinctions in 
Algebra, Geometry,
Physics, Chemistry, and French; ably assisted by Mr. Keni (Math and Science) 
and Mr. Kamat (middle
school), both Goans, and one Mr. Burde who was so obsessed with English 
Literature, that sometimes
he would take two whole periods of tuition to expound on one line of 
‘Wordsworth’. Keni and Burde
helped make me; and induced in all the pupils the need to learn and excel, not 
just pass! We also
had one Mr. Siddique, a Goan as Drawing and Sports master. To them I am very 
grateful. Two tram
stops away, and we used to alternate from front coach to rear, to escape giving 
the fare to the
tram conductor; or hitch hike a ride in the back of the Ghoda Gaddi!

Festival times Christmas and or Easter, in Goa and Bombay were good nostalgia; 
making of
traditional sweets, like neuros, cornbollam, dodol, mandare, pinag, chakli, 
cake, etc. Neuros
stuffed with ‘salt’ were specially kept for the unsuspecting friendly (?) 
visitor. The females
usually helped each other from house to house with preparation of sweets; and 
the males did
likewise with decorations and running errands! The Christmas Carols serenades 
and the Mando/dulpod
singing/serenading with donated Feni/Uraq of course, from house to house, in 
both Goa and Bombay
bring back sweet memories, of my innocent youth! The Catholic Gymkhanna was a 
central point for
sports and social activity, for me and my friends where we used to meet! Life 
in Bandra brought
about more enjoyable activities, interacting with my (East Indian) Catholic 
friends as well, at
the Bandra Feast and the Bandra Gymkhanna. 

During the time of my schooling, came about India’s Independence and all the 
woes that came with
it; as also my Papa breathed his last quite prematurely. I could not afford 
UNI, and had to rely
on an Engineering Apprenticeship to achieve my ambitious goals! With a Sea 
going career and I was
happy and prosperous, though not fully ‘satisfied’. 

My career exposed me to a variety of cultures, for a good 25 years in all, and 
thus earned the
name of ‘old sea dog’! I went all out to imbibe the best in other cultures and 
observance thru
sightseeing! I became ‘international’ and I loved it and still do! 

After Princess Street and Bandra in Bombay, I lived the last 17 years before 
migrating, in Goa. 
My large stylish house and home, that I modernized throughout, to a very high 
standard, enabled
the ‘Good Life’, and my mother was happy to see her grand children grow up in 
front of her, in
comparative affluence. My mother died before I could get the car and for this I 
feel bad. The car
made it possible for me to travel within Goa and socialize; so I made a lot of 
friends with the
elite as well. In Goa I discovered the sheer beauty of Goa’s Culture and the 
Scenic splendor. Most
of all I loved the Khell Tiatro, and I made a bee line to wherever one was 
being performed. Cannot
forget the spontaneous ‘Carnival Mischief’ and the ‘Fancy Dress’ competitions. 

Partying, Entertaining and Dancing have always been with me, in true Goan 
style; and I excelled in
it. My wife too was the essential ingredient to our chosen lifestyle in Goa, 
but she is no more!
My kids and self always cherish the good time in Goa. However when I did make a 
return visit to my
Goa in 2004 and 2005; I found it is ‘unlivable’ so to say! I will stop 
reminiscing now, lest I
erase the good memories, but not without saying: Viva Goa! Viva re Viva! Viva 
Goan Culture!

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