Frederick Noronha ([email protected]) in his reply to Alfred Tavares 
wrote: ‘His untimely death came as a surprise, if not a shock, to many here, 
and a caller 
rang up from North America to enquire about the news.’ 

This prompted me to post the message on Goanet.

Last week, I wrote a Konkani article titled ‘MORN’ for the Quarterly Magazine 
‘SAM 
MIGUELICHO AVAZ’ of Anjuna Church, which will be released tomorrow. I thought 
I would share it with Goanetters.

Here it is – Rough English translation follows:

‘MORN’

Devan munxeak matiecho kelo ani tantun aplea sarko othmo ghatlo. 

Ami zolmotanch amchea mornanchem nirmonn formailelem asta punn amkam khobor 
asonam kednam morn ietelem tem. Amchea mornancho ghutt fokot ekloch Rochnnar 
zanno. Tea pasot ami Rochnnarachea apovnneank khuimcheia vellar toiear asonk 
zai.

Khoreaninch morn ek vhodd mister – tem gupteam eka chora porim ieta. Aiz pasun 
konnancheanuch umkeach vellar morn ietelem oxem sangonk zavnk nam. Ami amche 
girestkaiechi, bollachi, zannvaiechi ani vhoddponnanchi boddai kortanv, punn 
hantuntlea 
ekleacheanui amche velem morn vattavnk zainam.

Kitlei poixe dilear, khuimcheach dotoran amkam mornantle salvar korunk zainam, 
karann 
ami sogott morn aslele; morn konnamkuch chukonam.

Hea sonvsarant ami thoddeanch disanche vattsur. Ami ritea hathanim aileanv ani 
ritea 
hathanim portun veteleanv. Dusrea sonvsarant vetannam amchean koslich sonvsari 
vost, 
zoxe porim poixe, bhangar, rupem, share certificates, ghor-dar, bhattam-bensam 
vo jem 
kitem ami hangasor ghoddun dovorlam tem voronk zainam.

Jednam ek munis hea sonvsarak ontorta, serkari odhikari tachea ghorcheank fokot 
ek 
dokument dita – ‘death certificate’ (mornancho daklo) - provar korunk ki to/tem 
hea 
sonvsarant zolmolo/zolmolem ani somplo/somplem. Ho daklo ditat meleleachea 
herdeirank sompeponn mellonk tachea ghorachi pos ghevnk ani dhan-dovlot, 
bhattam-
bhensam, sompeponnim vanttunk. 

Amchi kudd, jika ami boreantle bore cheir-pavddor marun surungaitanv ani 
sonvsarant 
soglea vostum poros tachi vodik zotnai kortanv, xevttak kiddeanchem khann zavnk 
pavta. 
Kudd matiek laitanch kidde melele kuddicher raj kortat ani amchea masachem fest 
monoitat. Hem konnamkuch chukonam – zanv to bhattkar vo munddkar, bhikari vo 
bhov 
vhodd zannar. Kitlei ami fattim-fuddem sorlear, morn amchea darar marta tednam 
ami 
toiear asonk zai – hantunt dusri anik vatt nam.

Aicho dis tuzo punn tum somzonaka ki faleanchoi dis tuzoch zatolo mhunnon. Tea 
pasot 
aichem kam’ aizuch sompadd ani Devak argam di.

Dis dare voita ani rat ieta tednam tum tujea mornanchem chint – ghoddtta zalear 
sogllea 
vellar tujea mornanchench chint. Ek pavtt tum tujea bixeanner add poddlo 
mhunnttoch 
tum meloloch munis koso; konnancheanuch sangonk zainam tum tuje nidentlo dusre 
sokallim utt’ttolo zalear! 

Heach karannak lagon amchea vhoddilanim hea sokoilim supurlim magnnim amkam 
xikoileant jim amcho dispott’tto ters rezar korun zatoch ami mhunnttanv: 

 ‘Othmeanche dusman kitle? Teg! Poilo sonvsar; dusro soitan; tisri kudd.

Nimanneo chear vostu munxean sodankal niallun chintcheo: Poilem aple kuddichem 
morn; dusri 
Devachi nit ani munsubi; tisrem emkondd, ani chovtem sasnnanchem sukh.

Dev bori rat, amkam soglleank di Saiba, asleleank bolaiki, meleleank sorga-raj, 
dis sorlo Saiba 
khoxecho, rat eilea mornanchi, kallukachi, eksurponnanchi, sokallim utton Jezu 
mhunnonk vachea di 
gha Saiba, tuje kurpechem besanv ghal.’
 
Atam amchem jivit itle rostin dhanvta ki amkam thambonk vo chintunk bilkul vell 
nam. 
Oxem ason hea voilea magnneancho niall aiz-kal bhov thodde kortat astele, 
karann 
amche thaim vell nam. Kednaim Santa Khursachi kuru pasun kaddunk amkam vell 
mellonam - sokallim utt’ttanam vo ratche nidonk voitannam pasun. 

Amcho dhorm Jezu Kristachea punorjivontponnancher tharailolo asa. Dekun ami 
toieari 
korunk zai amchea othmeanchi taka sasnnank sugur korunk. 

Hi toieari amchea dispott’ttea Igorz Mathechea sonskarani mellta – zoxe porim 
borem 
kumsar korun komunhanv xevop ani amchea jivitachi divli sodanch pettovn dovrunk 
jeant ami melea uprant sasnnanchem sukh bhogunk pavteleanv.

Toxench ami eka-mekak vollkon ani peleacho mog korun xantikaien jieonk zai. 
Oxem 
kelearuch amcho othmo zoitivont zavnk pavtolo. 

Hangasor mhaka Inacio Loyolachea utrancho ugddas ieta jim tannim Francis 
Xavierak 
mhuttlelim: “Koslo faido sogllo sonvsar jikon ani apleach othmeanchem luskonn 
korun ghevn?” 

Ugddas dhor ‘Matieche amkam rochleat ani matient ami veleleanv!’

Moi-mogan,

Domnic Fernandes
Gaumvaddy, Anjuna

‘DEATH’

God created man of His likeness and installed a soul in him.

The moment we are born, we are destined to die but we don’t know when; the only 
one 
who knows the secret of our death is the Creator. That’s why we have to be 
ready for the 
Creator’s call at any time.

Death is a real mystery – it comes stealthily like a thief. No power on earth 
has so far 
been able to forecast the exact time of death. We brag about our wealth, might, 
knowledge, status, etc., but none of these can help avoid death. 

No matter how rich you are, no doctor can save us from the clutches of death, 
for, we are 
mortal; death does not spare anyone. 

We are temporary strangers in this world. We are born into this world with 
empty hands 
and depart empty-handed. We cannot carry into the next world any worldly things 
like 
currencies, gold, silver, share certificates, buildings, properties or empires 
that we build 
on this planet. 

When a person dies, the only document that is issued by government authorities 
as a 
proof of his/her existence on the planet is a ‘death certificate;’ this is done 
in order to 
pass on the assets and properties to the heirs. 

The body that we adorn with the best of perfumes and lotions and care for it 
more than 
anything else in this world, finally becomes the feed of the worms which crawl 
and feast 
on us as soon we are interned, regardless whether you are a “bhattkar,” 
(landlord) 
“munddkar” (tenant,) a beggar or a genius. However hesitant we may be, we have 
to be 
ready at the knock of the death – there are no two ways about it.

Today is yours but don’t think that tomorrow also belongs to you; finish what 
you have 
on hand today only and praise the Lord.

When the sun sets and night falls think of your death – if possible, think of 
your death at 
all times. Once you retire to bed, you are as good as a dead person; nobody can 
assure 
you will wake up the next morning. 

This is why our forefathers taught us the following short prayers, which we say 
at the end 
of our daily rosary: 

‘How many enemies does our soul have?  Three! First: ‘The world;’ Second: ‘The 
devil;’ Third: ‘Our 
body.' 

‘The last four things that one must always ponder on are: First: Bodily death; 
second: God’s judgment 
and justice; third – hell; and the fourth: eternal happiness.’
 
At the end of daily rosary, everyone joins hands and says the following prayer:

‘God, give us all a good night, health to the living and heavenly peace to the 
dead; we had a pleasant 
day and now we are heading for a dark, lonely night, which could be our last 
night. Lord, grant us 
grace to wake up in the morning and utter your name; bless us all.’

Life has now become so fast, no one has time to stop and think. This being the 
situation, 
hardly anyone finds time to reflect on the above prayers, for, we don’t have 
time. 
Sometimes we don’t have time even to make a sign of the cross when we wake up 
in the 
morning or retire to bed.

Our religion is based on the resurrection of Jesus Christ. Therefore, we must 
prepare 
ourselves and save our soul for eternity. 

This preparedness is found in Church activities like confession and receiving 
of Holy 
Communion, thus keeping the lamp of our life alive forever so we can enjoy 
eternal bliss 
after our death. 

Similarly, we must acknowledge others, share our love with neighbors and live 
in 
harmony.  Only such behavior will make our soul victorious. 

Here I remember Ignatius Loyola’s words which changed Francis Xavier’s life: 
‘What 
does a man gain if he wins the whole world and suffer the loss of his own 
soul?’ 

Remember, ‘from dust we came and to dust we will return!’

Moi-mogan,

Domnic Fernandes
Gaumvaddy, Anjuna


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