[Goanet] Schedule for Friday 12th January 2024
CCR TV GOA Channel of God's love You can also watch CCR TV live on your smartphone via the CCR TV App Available on Google PlayStore for Android Platform. Click the link below. https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=ccr.tv4 Email ID: ccrgoame...@gmail.com Schedule for Friday 12th January 2024 12:00 AM Rosary - Sorrowful Mysteries 12:27 AM Purvozanchea bhattancher amche dhoniponn - Rev Kevin Fernandes 12:31 AM Heads Held High - Our Lady of Snow High School, Raia 12:49 AM Ximpientlim Motiam - Bhag 306 Amchya Bapa - Fr Pratap Naik sj 12:59 AM Atmik Ekchar 1:00 AM Mass in Konkani 2:01 AM Saibinnichi Ruzai - Dukhiche Mister 2:27 AM Prayer : Benedictus 2:30 AM Devachem Utor -Izaias Avesor 6 -Vachpi Orlando D'Souza 2:35 AM Bhurgeachem Fest 3:31 AM Bible Project - Psalms 3:40 AM Beatitudes 7 and 8 - Sheela Alvares 4:19 AM Conversion of St Paul - Talk by Dr Brenda Nazareth Menezes 4:45 AM Repentance - A talk by Carlos D'Souza 5:34 AM On the Third Day - Eps 3 - Wealth out of Waste 6:00 AM Ximpientlim Motiam - Bhag 41 - Soinik - Fr. Pratap Naik sj 6:08 AM Sister Alvia - Sisters of the Mercy of the Holy Cross - Vocation Promotion 6:18 AM The Thesis : Dr Shilpa Sawant interviewed by Bambino Dias 6:52 AM Couples Prayer (Konkani) 6:57 AM Psalm 71 7:00 AM Praise amd Worshio YU4C 7:26 AM Music - Fatorda Youth followed by Povitr Atmeak Dispottem Magnnem 7:57 AM Bhajan - Deva Manusya Jalama Adarila - Fr Glen D'Silva sfx 8:04 AM Alcoholics Anonymous - Dr Rajesh Patil 8:31 AM Bhagevont Zuze Vazacho Ters 8:53 AM Hymn - Holy Cross HS, Bastora 8:58 AM Krav Maga - Ep 3 - Oscar Viana interviewed by Chriselle Fernandes 9:15 AM Novena of St Joseph Vaz, Sancoale 10:15 AM Abundant Life - Broken Crayons can still Colour -Prof Nicholas D'Souza 10:45 AM Power of Forgiveness - Talk by Sr Saral 11:05 AM Wisdom Reflections -7 - Rachol Professors 11:30 AM Mass in English 12:15 PM Daily Flash/ Jivitacho Prokas 12:18 PM Angelus - English 12:20 PM Way of the Cross -Padre Pio Friary 12:55 PM Ask Dr Sweezel - Should I get a Massage? 12:58 PM Kuznantlim Zogddim Eps 7 - Bhenneachi Bhaji - Meena Goes and Julius Mesquita 1:29 PM Psalm 51 - Read by Alfwold Silveira 1:34 PM Youthopia - Edmer Barreto - Author interviewed by Jessica Sharma 2:04 PM Prayer to the Holy Trinity - Prof. Nicholas D'Souza 2:06 PM Inner Healing - Talk by Dr Silvia Noronha 2:33 PM Nimanni Kavita 2:39 PM 53rd Mando Festival - Goychim Lharam, Carmona - Dance 2:49 PM Konkani Bhas - Bhag 7 - Fr Pratap Naik sj 3:01 PM Deivik Kaklutichi Magnneam 3:11 PM Bhokti Lharam - Bhag 17 3:18 PM Ximpientlim Motiam - Bhag 42 - Ttrein Soinik - Fr. Pratap Naik sj 3:26 PM Rosary - Sorrowful Mysteries 3:53 PM My Music Video - Mosaic City - Daneca Da Cruz 3:57 PM Pope's Intercessions 4:00 PM Novena of St Joseph Vaz, Sancoale 5:01 PM Senior Citizens Exercises - 2 5:38 PM Pope's Intercessions 5:41 PM Repentance - Talk by Jorim Mendonca 6:33 PM Bhagiancher Niyall I - Br Malvino Alfonso ocd 6:51 PM Ximpientlim Motiam - Bhag 306 Amchya Bapa - Fr Pratap Naik sj 7:01 PM Bible Project - Holiness 7:07 PM Ratchem Magnem 7:23 PM Catholics and New Year Resolutions - A talk by Fr Meloto D'Costa4 7:28 PM Saibinnichi Ruzai - Dukhiche Mister 7:55 PM Special Prayer over the Sick - Joseph Vaz 7:57 PM Aimorechen Magnnem 8:00 PM In Conversation With -Dr Savio Sardinha- Childhood Development Disorders 8:28 PM Hymn - Pavitra Hai Prabhu - Savina & Leon Gonsalves 8:34 PM Devachem Utor -Izaias Avesor 5 -Vachpi Orlando D'Souza 8:45 PM Prayer for Healing from Cancer 8:50 PM Santam-Bhoktanchim Ladainh 8:59 PM Hymn - Noman, Noman Marie- Fr Seville Antao OFM(Cap) 9:00 PM Adoration - Magno Menezes 9:50 PM Portugueses Passport - Radharao Gracias interviewed by Jovito Lopes 10:38 PM Prayer for Healing from Cancer 10:56 PM Jezucho Zolom Mojea Kallzant - Talk by Orlando D'Souza 11:30 PM Sorg - Fr Henry Falcao Donations may be made to: Beneficiary name : CCR GOA MEDIA. Name of Bank : ICICI Bank Branch Name: Panaji Branch RTGS/NEFT Code : ICIC015 Savings Bank Account No : 262401000183
[Goanet] Friends of 3L and Government Primary School
Friends of 3L and Govt. Primary School, Panaji Between the old Education Department building and the Pharmacy College, along the 18th June Road, Panaji, the Government Primary School Ramdas is situated. It is a Kannada medium primary school from standard one to four. There are 58 students and two KG students. Four teachers are the staff members. 3 teachers teach all the subjects using the Kannada language. One teacher teaches the English language. All the students are children of migrants from Karnataka, born and brought up in Goa. Students are very lively and interested in learning. They come to school every day from Porvorim, Bambolim, Chimbel, Betim, Taleigao, and other neighbouring villages on their own by bus. Their parents are illiterate and daily wage workers. Some of them come from the broken families. Hence, the learning for these students has to take place in the school only. Once they go home there is nobody to teach or supervise their studies. In Goa the children of the poorest of poor, attend the government schools. These are the real 3L (least, last, lost) students. In the beginning of the year, we strongly felt that we should do something for these students. On 11th January 2024, on behalf of the Friends of 3L, two of us reached out to these students and distributed stationary with a carry bag. Each student was given rupees 76/- worth stationery consisting of a long single line book of 200 pages, one pencil, one eraser, and a sharpener. 60 students were the beneficiaries. We have promised them medals for the Best Boy and Best Girl of the year. Similarly, the student has the highest attendance in the school will get a medal. If we get sufficient financial assistance or stationary, we will distribute it to them in the month of June 2024. >From next week twice a month, I will teach these students English through story narration to students of 1V standard. We need young or middle age volunteers those who live in the vicinity of Panaji, to teach English, singing through action sings, dancing, drawing, painting, craft and artworks, etc to these 3L students. If anybody interested, kindly let me know. Pratap Naik, SJ 9850658565
[Goanet] Aparna Talaulicar: Once Upon a Time in Goa
Aparna Talaulicar: Once Upon a Time in Goa Aage aage khetle aaka, Raati biti bhovu naka, Tuka dekhlyar maka khata CHILDHOOD stories evoke precious strands of holiday memories of Goa for me, of my grandparents, my aunts and uncles, a house large enough to lose myself in, a storeroom filled with coconuts, tall kitchen cupboards in which the toffee and biscuit jars were kept out of reach, evenings spent at Miramar beach and then a bedtime ritual of surrounding myself with pillows before listening to a bedtime story. My parents were born and brought up in Goa. My father lived there until he left for his higher education in Dharwad, Pune and later London until he returned to India and found a job in Bombay. My mother completed her schooling in Goa and left to join my father when they got married. They started married life as paying guests in a flat belonging to a Bihari family on Marine Drive. Ma used to say that she learnt how to cook from the lady of that family. But by the time I was born, Ma was definitely an expert cook of Goan cuisine. I was a baby when my parents took me to Goa to meet my family there for the first time. I don't remember that trip, but I know we drove there from Bombay and that Toby, our cat, was also with us and was left behind in Goa with my grandparents because I had a cat allergy. Some of the first stories I heard were about Toby's exploits. He was a beautiful, regal sort of black cat who preceded me in my family by two or three years. He was rescued and brought home by my eldest brother who was about seven years old at the time. When they found out that a new baby was coming, both my brothers were very excited. The cradle which had not been used for over seven years was brought out, cleaned and kept ready. Toby saw it and thought it was for him. Ma found him fast asleep in it. But apparently after I was born and took up my rightful place in the cradle, Toby understood and from then on his favourite place was underneath the cradle. And when I woke up and cried, Toby would go bounding to the kitchen to tell Ma to come. Ma loved telling us that his meow sound when he called her was different and really sounded like 'Ma'! So everyone was very sad when I got a rash and the doctor pronounced me allergic to cats and told my parents to choose -- baby or cat. Sadly for Toby, they chose me and that's how everyone drove to Goa to drop Toby off. Like I said, I don't remember all this, but I do suspect that this is when I fell in love with Goa. Because, in all my memories of childhood, I remember counting the days before I could go there and hating having to leave to come back to Bombay. I did not mind at all not having my parents with me when I was in Goa. Because of the big age gap between my brothers and me, I was more free during the holidays than them. So either Bhau, my grandfather or Maya, my maushi (aunt), or even both of them, would travel to Bombay and bring me back to Goa with them. Maya was in charge of me in Goa and I loved this. She was a couple of decades older than me but it didn't feel like that; she was like a really loving elder sister and I had a lot of fun with her. She spent a lot of time with me, pandering to my every whim, telling me stories, taking me to Miramar where we would make sandcastles while watching the sun set. She told me stories at meal times -- probably as a way of getting me to eat better. She would deftly roll a bite of rice into a ball and top it up with a teesri (clam) and call it a rabbit. Several animals later, the meal would be done. There were stories with afternoon naps and at bedtime. Sometimes she would read aloud from a story book and at other times tell me Goan children's stories. We all spoke in Konkani to each other and, until I went to school at the age of four, it was the only language I knew. One of my favourite stories was one about a prawn and an Indian hog plum (ambado). This is what I remember On a lovely moonlit night, a prawn decides to take a stroll on the sand. She is clearly visible as she scuttles along in the moonlight and when she passes a hog plum tree, this is what she hears: 'Aage aage khetle aaka; raati-biti bhovu naka; tuka dekhlyar mhaka khata!' (My dear sister prawn, please stop roaming at night, once they find you, they want to eat me!) Here I would stop Maya and make her repeat the little rhyme and then we would chant it together several times before my need to move on with the story surfaced. I would ask, "Whose voice was it? Why didn't he want the prawn to go for a walk?" She would explain, "You like eating sungtache hooman (prawn curry) with ambade (Indian hog plum) in it, don't you?" -- "Yes! I love the sour ambade and I eat all of the soft, fleshy part and leave the rest." -- "And the prawns are so tasty too! But
[Goanet-News] Aparna Talaulicar: Once Upon a Time in Goa
Aparna Talaulicar: Once Upon a Time in Goa Aage aage khetle aaka, Raati biti bhovu naka, Tuka dekhlyar maka khata CHILDHOOD stories evoke precious strands of holiday memories of Goa for me, of my grandparents, my aunts and uncles, a house large enough to lose myself in, a storeroom filled with coconuts, tall kitchen cupboards in which the toffee and biscuit jars were kept out of reach, evenings spent at Miramar beach and then a bedtime ritual of surrounding myself with pillows before listening to a bedtime story. My parents were born and brought up in Goa. My father lived there until he left for his higher education in Dharwad, Pune and later London until he returned to India and found a job in Bombay. My mother completed her schooling in Goa and left to join my father when they got married. They started married life as paying guests in a flat belonging to a Bihari family on Marine Drive. Ma used to say that she learnt how to cook from the lady of that family. But by the time I was born, Ma was definitely an expert cook of Goan cuisine. I was a baby when my parents took me to Goa to meet my family there for the first time. I don't remember that trip, but I know we drove there from Bombay and that Toby, our cat, was also with us and was left behind in Goa with my grandparents because I had a cat allergy. Some of the first stories I heard were about Toby's exploits. He was a beautiful, regal sort of black cat who preceded me in my family by two or three years. He was rescued and brought home by my eldest brother who was about seven years old at the time. When they found out that a new baby was coming, both my brothers were very excited. The cradle which had not been used for over seven years was brought out, cleaned and kept ready. Toby saw it and thought it was for him. Ma found him fast asleep in it. But apparently after I was born and took up my rightful place in the cradle, Toby understood and from then on his favourite place was underneath the cradle. And when I woke up and cried, Toby would go bounding to the kitchen to tell Ma to come. Ma loved telling us that his meow sound when he called her was different and really sounded like 'Ma'! So everyone was very sad when I got a rash and the doctor pronounced me allergic to cats and told my parents to choose -- baby or cat. Sadly for Toby, they chose me and that's how everyone drove to Goa to drop Toby off. Like I said, I don't remember all this, but I do suspect that this is when I fell in love with Goa. Because, in all my memories of childhood, I remember counting the days before I could go there and hating having to leave to come back to Bombay. I did not mind at all not having my parents with me when I was in Goa. Because of the big age gap between my brothers and me, I was more free during the holidays than them. So either Bhau, my grandfather or Maya, my maushi (aunt), or even both of them, would travel to Bombay and bring me back to Goa with them. Maya was in charge of me in Goa and I loved this. She was a couple of decades older than me but it didn't feel like that; she was like a really loving elder sister and I had a lot of fun with her. She spent a lot of time with me, pandering to my every whim, telling me stories, taking me to Miramar where we would make sandcastles while watching the sun set. She told me stories at meal times -- probably as a way of getting me to eat better. She would deftly roll a bite of rice into a ball and top it up with a teesri (clam) and call it a rabbit. Several animals later, the meal would be done. There were stories with afternoon naps and at bedtime. Sometimes she would read aloud from a story book and at other times tell me Goan children's stories. We all spoke in Konkani to each other and, until I went to school at the age of four, it was the only language I knew. One of my favourite stories was one about a prawn and an Indian hog plum (ambado). This is what I remember On a lovely moonlit night, a prawn decides to take a stroll on the sand. She is clearly visible as she scuttles along in the moonlight and when she passes a hog plum tree, this is what she hears: 'Aage aage khetle aaka; raati-biti bhovu naka; tuka dekhlyar mhaka khata!' (My dear sister prawn, please stop roaming at night, once they find you, they want to eat me!) Here I would stop Maya and make her repeat the little rhyme and then we would chant it together several times before my need to move on with the story surfaced. I would ask, "Whose voice was it? Why didn't he want the prawn to go for a walk?" She would explain, "You like eating sungtache hooman (prawn curry) with ambade (Indian hog plum) in it, don't you?" -- "Yes! I love the sour ambade and I eat all of the soft, fleshy part and leave the rest." -- "And the prawns are so tasty too! But
