Bear with me if I turn out to be the last crab creeping in on the scene. In compliance with the Code of Susegad Traffic, I hobble sideways. That way, I am not in conflict with those driven to forge ahead using GPS and CET (Caste Evading Technology).
The crab mentality is distinctly different from the Goan psyche. While it takes an inveterate crab 5 pairs of limbs and the camaraderie of every other conniving pair of limbs to bring a fellow crab down, a Goan can single-handedly accomplish the feat by simply wielding the caste or literati lathi! In reality, no scrolls exist pointing to the vaddo where the first basket came into being, or to which predominating caste, color or creed was the fibrous material in that accursed weaving attributed. However, when Goans kept pulling their fellow Goans down, migrant crabs found an opening and merrily rushed to the aid of those wishing to get out of the basket. Today, there aren’t too many authentic crabs left in the Goan basket – just the proliferation of migrant crabs. And if a prodigal Goan is condescending a return to the basket, it will be to the somber awakening that other than for the priest in the confessional, no one else speaks Konkani! On a heartening, uphill fact -- there have been a series of mighty goodhearted efforts over the years to weave baskets overseas. But before any could become tangible enough to preserve the Goan identity, there would be a vying to get out using extension ladders, jackhammers or TNTs. Hopefully someday, a celestial wand might purge us of Goanism and gift us with a Noah well versed in roman and devnagiri scripts -- who can weave a basket structural enough to house compatible crabs and paddle them out of our ever thickening morass! Dom Martin ____________________________________________________________ See the Internet how it was meant to be seen with Cable Internet. Click Here. http://thirdpartyoffers.juno.com/TGL2141/fc/Ioyw6i3mDL5cPTPxCjraXWbLOaHrEfl1h1HcAQ292AdGowwi9vqvql/
