[Goanet] Damini Mane: Rakhandar -- The Guardian

[Goanet Reader]

It was the time of the Saptha, the seven days of celebrations
devoted to God Damodar, when I would meet my cousins and
their families.  Like every other group of kids, we too were
mischievous and curious.

  It was that time of the year when my great great
  aunt would visit us in Vasco.  All of us kids
  called her Ayi.  She was really old, had a face
  full of wrinkles, but sharp eyes and a voice that
  held command.  Nobody spoke against her, her word
  was final; but with us kids she was always very
  friendly.  Despite being so old she stood in a
  queue with us, she wore a cotton saree in the
  kashti style.  She would talk for hours together.
  You might say she would get tired because of her
  age, but no, she was always ready with an argument
  or discussion when anything came up.

I was way younger then.  It was a tiring and boring task to
just stand in the queue, as we kids would be very fidgety.
We tried to run, but with her heavy voice she'd say, 'If you
run again, you won't get any of the sweets or presents I
brought for you.  This is a sacred temple of Lord Damodar.
You should stand in a queue and thank God Damodar for
protecting us from all evil.'

That's when it started.  I got more curious, how was He
protecting us?  Is there magic in the air or was He watching
us?  Like, if I ran and fell on the ground, would he avert
the fall?  Or would he make my wound disappear?  These were
the questions I fired off to Ayi when we got back home.

It was dinner time when we all sat together and ate in peace.
The questions were still going around in my mind and I could
not help but place them before Ayi.  She called us all to the
balcony where we spread a mat and sat on it.  Usually this
setting was more for stories and games.  Even this time, Ayi
was about to tell us a story.  We waited in anticipation.
She always had such awesome stories, ones that even lasted weeks.
She sat on the wooden armchair which had an extended arm.
She sighed and told us to huddle closer and listen to what
she was saying.  'Tonight, I'm going to tell you something
very interesting, so listen carefully.  Do you remember
Ramesh from our vaddo (hamlet)?  Well it's about him.'

Ramesh was a constable.  So he usually reported for night
duties.  A very cunning fellow he would take bribes.  To top
it all, he was a bully.  Once, he was at his night duty,
chatting with his friends.  It was around midnight.  He found
himself all alone and everything had gone quiet.  He saw an
old man in a bright white dhoti, a black kurta and white
cloth around his neck, passing by.  He had a thick stick and
it had a bunch of ghungroo (small metallic bells strung
together) attached to it.

With every step, his ghungroo would make a sound.  He wore
Kolhapuri chappals.  With every step, the chappals would make
a creaking sound as if he had been walking for a long time.
Ramesh saw him and simply went behind the old man.  He used
his stick to bang on the ground in a classic, constable way
and said, `Hey, who are you?  Go away from here'.

The old man stalled for a few seconds, but he did not turn to
look back at Ramesh.  Very rudely, the constable called him
names, but the old man did not respond; he just continued
walking.  It was about time for Ramesh to be relieved of his
duty.  He went inside the station and packed his bag.  When
he sat on his bike, his eyes itched a lot.  He couldn't
figure out why.  By the time he reached home, his eyes were
bloodshot and red.  Sleep might cure it, he thought.

On the next day, when Ramesh opened his eyes, it was dark.
He thought he was dreaming but he could feel his eyes
blinking.  Suddenly he realised the horrible reality.  He
screamed continually for he had lost his eyesight.

Nothing had changed, yet I felt the atmosphere changing.  Ayi
didn't stop though.  She started with her next story.

So this one was about Ignacio, whose house was near the
church.  Remember the person whose son would bring us
chocolates?  Many years back, they had a tragic incident in
their family.  His daughter had been admitted to the
hospital.  Ignacio and his wife would stay in the hospital
with his daughter, but sometimes he had to go back alone at
night.  On such days, he would walk all the way from the
hospital to his house.

Once, on such a night, he was walking along the road.  That
night he was feeling uneasy.  With his carrybag clutched
close to his chest, he was walking in the dark.  He continued
to walk a short distance further and then stopped.  He felt
as if someone was following him.  Again and again, he would
walk and stop to confirm that nobody was behind him.  After a
few steps, he heard a motorcycle coming but he refrained from
asking for a lift.  Ignacio heard its horn and the vehicle
stopped.  The bike stopped right beside him.  He could not
see its rider's face properly in the dark.

'Hey Ignacio, are you heading home at 

[Goanet] Some Goa-related papers you might find interesting.

[Gilbert Lawrence]

From: Gilbert Lawrence
I do not think it is the "Catholic Brahmins at the top of the pyramid falling 
the hardest" as much as the entire spectrum of lower classes through English 
medium education in Goa and out of Goa, (high school and college), and the 
diaspora prosperity rose in affluence, influence, knowledge and intelligence.  
Many of them overt-took the native Catholic Brahmins.
It is the same education and affluence of diaspora Goans and their native 
dependents that many academics (falsely) claim Catholic Goans as losing their 
culture. 
I will be more than happy to dialog with the author.

Regards,Gilbert LawrenceCo-author "Insights into Colonial Goa"Published by 
Amazon and Kindle
---From: Frederick Noronha 
The Goan Patient (or the Impatient Goan): A Cultural Speculation 1
Lynn Mario Menezes de Souza [I am currently a tenured full professor at the 
Modern Languages Departmentof the University of Sao Paulo.  I work in the 
fields of Foreign Languages and Literatures, focusing on language policy, 
literacy studies, decoloniality and interculturality.  I have a BA (Hons) in 
Linguistics from the University of Reading (UK), an MA in Applied Linguistics 
from the Catholic University of Sao Paulo (PUC), a PhD in Communication Studies 
and a Semiotics also from the Catholic University of Sao Paulo, and a 
professorial thesis (Livre Docencia) from the University of Sao Paulo.] 2018, 
Inter DISCIPLINARY Journal of Portuguese Diaspora Studies Vol. 7

Maati on the Balcao Steps: An Exploration of the Identity of Catholic Brahmins 
in Goa through the Memoir Filomena's JourneysGail Pinto This paper seeks to 
explore the changing Identity of the Goan Catholic Brahmin community of Goa 
through the period prior to, and post liberation. As the Goan middle class 
began to migrate to British India in search of jobs in the early and middle 
decades of the 20th century, Goa's feudal social order began to crumble with 
the Catholic Brahmins at the top of the pyramid falling the hardest. 

[Goanet] Damini Mane: Rakhandar -- The Guardian

[Goanet Reader]

It was the time of the Saptha, the seven days of celebrations
devoted to God Damodar, when I would meet my cousins and
their families.  Like every other group of kids, we too were
mischievous and curious.

  It was that time of the year when my great great
  aunt would visit us in Vasco.  All of us kids
  called her Ayi.  She was really old, had a face
  full of wrinkles, but sharp eyes and a voice that
  held command.  Nobody spoke against her, her word
  was final; but with us kids she was always very
  friendly.  Despite being so old she stood in a
  queue with us, she wore a cotton saree in the
  kashti style.  She would talk for hours together.
  You might say she would get tired because of her
  age, but no, she was always ready with an argument
  or discussion when anything came up.

I was way younger then.  It was a tiring and boring task to
just stand in the queue, as we kids would be very fidgety.
We tried to run, but with her heavy voice she'd say, 'If you
run again, you won't get any of the sweets or presents I
brought for you.  This is a sacred temple of Lord Damodar.
You should stand in a queue and thank God Damodar for
protecting us from all evil.'

That's when it started.  I got more curious, how was He
protecting us?  Is there magic in the air or was He watching
us?  Like, if I ran and fell on the ground, would he avert
the fall?  Or would he make my wound disappear?  These were
the questions I fired off to Ayi when we got back home.

It was dinner time when we all sat together and ate in peace.
The questions were still going around in my mind and I could
not help but place them before Ayi.  She called us all to the
balcony where we spread a mat and sat on it.  Usually this
setting was more for stories and games.  Even this time, Ayi
was about to tell us a story.  We waited in anticipation.
She always had such awesome stories, ones that even lasted weeks.
She sat on the wooden armchair which had an extended arm.
She sighed and told us to huddle closer and listen to what
she was saying.  'Tonight, I'm going to tell you something
very interesting, so listen carefully.  Do you remember
Ramesh from our vaddo (hamlet)?  Well it's about him.'

Ramesh was a constable.  So he usually reported for night
duties.  A very cunning fellow he would take bribes.  To top
it all, he was a bully.  Once, he was at his night duty,
chatting with his friends.  It was around midnight.  He found
himself all alone and everything had gone quiet.  He saw an
old man in a bright white dhoti, a black kurta and white
cloth around his neck, passing by.  He had a thick stick and
it had a bunch of ghungroo (small metallic bells strung
together) attached to it.

With every step, his ghungroo would make a sound.  He wore
Kolhapuri chappals.  With every step, the chappals would make
a creaking sound as if he had been walking for a long time.
Ramesh saw him and simply went behind the old man.  He used
his stick to bang on the ground in a classic, constable way
and said, `Hey, who are you?  Go away from here'.

The old man stalled for a few seconds, but he did not turn to
look back at Ramesh.  Very rudely, the constable called him
names, but the old man did not respond; he just continued
walking.  It was about time for Ramesh to be relieved of his
duty.  He went inside the station and packed his bag.  When
he sat on his bike, his eyes itched a lot.  He couldn't
figure out why.  By the time he reached home, his eyes were
bloodshot and red.  Sleep might cure it, he thought.

On the next day, when Ramesh opened his eyes, it was dark.
He thought he was dreaming but he could feel his eyes
blinking.  Suddenly he realised the horrible reality.  He
screamed continually for he had lost his eyesight.

Nothing had changed, yet I felt the atmosphere changing.  Ayi
didn't stop though.  She started with her next story.

So this one was about Ignacio, whose house was near the
church.  Remember the person whose son would bring us
chocolates?  Many years back, they had a tragic incident in
their family.  His daughter had been admitted to the
hospital.  Ignacio and his wife would stay in the hospital
with his daughter, but sometimes he had to go back alone at
night.  On such days, he would walk all the way from the
hospital to his house.

Once, on such a night, he was walking along the road.  That
night he was feeling uneasy.  With his carrybag clutched
close to his chest, he was walking in the dark.  He continued
to walk a short distance further and then stopped.  He felt
as if someone was following him.  Again and again, he would
walk and stop to confirm that nobody was behind him.  After a
few steps, he heard a motorcycle coming but he refrained from
asking for a lift.  Ignacio heard its horn and the vehicle
stopped.  The bike stopped right beside him.  He could not
see its rider's face properly in the dark.

'Hey Ignacio, are you heading home at 

[Goanet-News] Damini Mane: Rakhandar -- The Guardian

[Goanet Reader]

It was the time of the Saptha, the seven days of celebrations
devoted to God Damodar, when I would meet my cousins and
their families.  Like every other group of kids, we too were
mischievous and curious.

  It was that time of the year when my great great
  aunt would visit us in Vasco.  All of us kids
  called her Ayi.  She was really old, had a face
  full of wrinkles, but sharp eyes and a voice that
  held command.  Nobody spoke against her, her word
  was final; but with us kids she was always very
  friendly.  Despite being so old she stood in a
  queue with us, she wore a cotton saree in the
  kashti style.  She would talk for hours together.
  You might say she would get tired because of her
  age, but no, she was always ready with an argument
  or discussion when anything came up.

I was way younger then.  It was a tiring and boring task to
just stand in the queue, as we kids would be very fidgety.
We tried to run, but with her heavy voice she'd say, 'If you
run again, you won't get any of the sweets or presents I
brought for you.  This is a sacred temple of Lord Damodar.
You should stand in a queue and thank God Damodar for
protecting us from all evil.'

That's when it started.  I got more curious, how was He
protecting us?  Is there magic in the air or was He watching
us?  Like, if I ran and fell on the ground, would he avert
the fall?  Or would he make my wound disappear?  These were
the questions I fired off to Ayi when we got back home.

It was dinner time when we all sat together and ate in peace.
The questions were still going around in my mind and I could
not help but place them before Ayi.  She called us all to the
balcony where we spread a mat and sat on it.  Usually this
setting was more for stories and games.  Even this time, Ayi
was about to tell us a story.  We waited in anticipation.
She always had such awesome stories, ones that even lasted weeks.
She sat on the wooden armchair which had an extended arm.
She sighed and told us to huddle closer and listen to what
she was saying.  'Tonight, I'm going to tell you something
very interesting, so listen carefully.  Do you remember
Ramesh from our vaddo (hamlet)?  Well it's about him.'

Ramesh was a constable.  So he usually reported for night
duties.  A very cunning fellow he would take bribes.  To top
it all, he was a bully.  Once, he was at his night duty,
chatting with his friends.  It was around midnight.  He found
himself all alone and everything had gone quiet.  He saw an
old man in a bright white dhoti, a black kurta and white
cloth around his neck, passing by.  He had a thick stick and
it had a bunch of ghungroo (small metallic bells strung
together) attached to it.

With every step, his ghungroo would make a sound.  He wore
Kolhapuri chappals.  With every step, the chappals would make
a creaking sound as if he had been walking for a long time.
Ramesh saw him and simply went behind the old man.  He used
his stick to bang on the ground in a classic, constable way
and said, `Hey, who are you?  Go away from here'.

The old man stalled for a few seconds, but he did not turn to
look back at Ramesh.  Very rudely, the constable called him
names, but the old man did not respond; he just continued
walking.  It was about time for Ramesh to be relieved of his
duty.  He went inside the station and packed his bag.  When
he sat on his bike, his eyes itched a lot.  He couldn't
figure out why.  By the time he reached home, his eyes were
bloodshot and red.  Sleep might cure it, he thought.

On the next day, when Ramesh opened his eyes, it was dark.
He thought he was dreaming but he could feel his eyes
blinking.  Suddenly he realised the horrible reality.  He
screamed continually for he had lost his eyesight.

Nothing had changed, yet I felt the atmosphere changing.  Ayi
didn't stop though.  She started with her next story.

So this one was about Ignacio, whose house was near the
church.  Remember the person whose son would bring us
chocolates?  Many years back, they had a tragic incident in
their family.  His daughter had been admitted to the
hospital.  Ignacio and his wife would stay in the hospital
with his daughter, but sometimes he had to go back alone at
night.  On such days, he would walk all the way from the
hospital to his house.

Once, on such a night, he was walking along the road.  That
night he was feeling uneasy.  With his carrybag clutched
close to his chest, he was walking in the dark.  He continued
to walk a short distance further and then stopped.  He felt
as if someone was following him.  Again and again, he would
walk and stop to confirm that nobody was behind him.  After a
few steps, he heard a motorcycle coming but he refrained from
asking for a lift.  Ignacio heard its horn and the vehicle
stopped.  The bike stopped right beside him.  He could not
see its rider's face properly in the dark.

'Hey Ignacio, are you heading home at 

[Goanet] Marine fisheries policy moving against the current of scientific recommendations

[Dr. Vivek Pinto]

"Unchecked expansion has led Indian fisheries toward an unsustainable path,
claims the study [please see reference below]."

   - *"Mayuresh Gangal, a research scholar at Nature Conservation
   Foundation and one of the authors of the paper, says, 'The fisheries
   policies in India are largely driven by a mandate of 'augmenting
   production.' This mandate greatly influences the way policy evolves.”*
   - "When considering the sustainability of marine fisheries in India,
   over capacity of fishing vessels, without better realisation of the stocks
   of all commercially exploited species, and the resultant overfishing stands
   out as a significant problem."
   - "According to Mayuresh Gangal, “Current Indian policy conceives fish
   as an inert natural resource, where the management challenge is exploration
   and efficient extraction. To sustainably serve the goals of food security,
   employment and growth, fisheries require a profound imaginational shift to
   recognise fish as living entities, with populations that display
   behaviours, community dynamics and ecological functions.”
   -


Source:
https://india.mongabay.com/2024/01/marine-fisheries-policy-moving-against-the-current-of-scientific-recommendations/?amp=1
india.mongabay.com

Marine fisheries policy moving against the current of scientific
recommendations
Kundan Pandey
January 20, 2024

--

   - *A significant gap persists between scientific knowledge and fisheries
   policies in India, finds a study.*
   - *Fisheries policies related to artisanal fishing zones, mesh sizes and
   the legality of practices such as bull trawling vary among the five west
   coast states.*
   - *India’s marine fishing sector has experienced a six-fold increase
   over the past seven to eight decades and is now primarily mechanised.
   Unchecked expansion has led Indian fisheries toward an unsustainable path,
   claims the study.*

Mesh sizes for the cod end of trawl nets, where captured fish are
collected, play a crucial role in preventing overfishing of small-sized
fishes. Each state on the western coast of India has mandated a minimum
mesh size through respective Marine Fisheries Regulation Acts (MFRAs). However,
significant variations persist from state to state, highlighting
inconsistencies in policy, notes a recent paper.

Gujarat and Kerala adhere to 40 millimetres (mm) and 35 mm of mesh size,
respectively, while Karnataka recently increased its minimum allowable mesh
size from 20 mm to 35 mm. Goa maintains a minimum mesh size recommendation
of 24 mm. Maharashtra, specifically the Ratnagiri district, benefits from
special concessions, allowing a minimum mesh size of 25 mm. These
variations in regulations persist despite scientific recommendations

for a minimum mesh size of at least 35 mm to prevent overfishing and the
risk of fish stock depletion.

The paper
,
published in Marine Policy in October 2023, explores the science-policy
interface of coastal capture fisheries and finds a “weak and inconsistent
relationship between policy and biology in Indian fisheries.” The paper
covers five states on the west coast of India: Gujarat, Maharashtra, Goa,
Karnataka and Kerala. These states share similar natural conditions
regarding marine life, environment and oceans.

Based on a detailed analysis of available literature, the research findings
indicate a nuanced relationship between fisheries policy and fisheries
sciences in India. The policy has extensively utilised techno-scientific
advancements to broaden the scope of stock exploitation, says the
paper. However,
it has been sluggish in engaging with evidence of fisheries decline in
scientific research, the paper concludes.

Mayuresh Gangal, a research scholar at Nature Conservation Foundation and
one of the authors of the paper, says, “The fisheries policies in India are
largely driven by a mandate of “augmenting production.” This mandate
greatly influences the way policy evolves.”

Head of the Aquatic Biology and Fisheries department at the University of
Kerala, A. Bijukumar, broadly agrees with the paper’s conclusions. When
considering the sustainability of marine fisheries in India, over capacity
of fishing vessels, without better realisation of the stocks of all
commercially exploited species, and the resultant overfishing stands out as
a significant problem. For instance, the various expert committees proposed
a limit of 1500 to 2000 trawlers in Kerala, but the actual number is over
double the proposal, indicating a lack of consideration for scientific
knowledge. Another issue concerns the inconsistency in mesh size standards,
with each state having its own 

[Goanet] NYTimes: 36 Hours in Goa in 2019

[Antonio De Quadros]

36 Hours in Goa

https://www.nytimes.com/2019/02/21/travel/what-to-do-in-goa-india.html?smid=nytcore-ios-share=articleShare

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Schedule for Wednesday 31st January 2024

12:00 AM

Rosary - Glorious Mysteries


12:27 AM

Ximpientlim Motiam - Bhag 60 - Kristanv - Fr Pratap Naik sj


12:36 AM

Karmel Dongraveli Saibinn ani Bentinachem Devosanv - A talk by Br Malvino


12:50 AM

Hymns - O.L. of Merces H.S. Merces


12:53 AM

Catholic Undestandinf of Drean Catcher - Fr Melito D'Costa


1:00 AM

Mass in Konkani


2:02 AM

Saibinnichi Ruzai - Orkache Mister


2:28 AM

Tell Me a Story - Elisha ends the famine Eps 124 -


2:38 AM

Daily Fash/ Jivitacho Prokas


2:39 AM

Career Guidance - MBA - Goa University


3:09 AM

Literally Goa - Yvonne Vaz interviewed by Frederick Noronha


3:38 AM

Bhagevont Zuze Vazache mozotin Piddestam Khatir Magnnem


3:40 AM

Spiritual Direction - Savio Mascarenhas


4:06 AM

Talk on Wills - Adv Gustavo Monteiro


4:38 AM

Breaking Barriers through Dialogue - Mechanised Farming - by Jovito


5:26 AM

Anger Management - Talk by Dr Silvia Noronha


5:51 AM

Bhagevont Zuze Vazache mozotin Bhurgeancher Magnnem


5:53 AM

What's Cooking - Season 2 - Episode 13


6:05 AM

Activists of Goa - Orville Rodrigues interviewed by Daniel F. de Souza


6:54 AM

Bible Project - Gospel of the Kingdom


7:00 AM

Praise & Worship - Magno Menezes - SJVSRC Old Goa


7:15 AM

Bhajan - Tu Sakshat Parmeshvaru - Fr Glen D'Silva sfx


7:24 AM

Beatitudes 5 and 6 - Kirona Noronha


7:46 AM

Atmik Margdorxon - Ek Niyall 1 - Br. Malvino Alfonso OCD


7:57 AM

Prayer for Vocations


8:00 AM

Novena of Our Lady of Health, Cuncolim.


9:02 AM

Devachem Utor -Izaias Avesor 24 -Vachpi Orlando D'Souza


9:09 AM

Post-mortem and its procedure - Dr Silvano Sapeco interviewed by Jovito
Lopes


9:56 AM

Communion in Hand or on Tongue by Fr Melito D Costa


10:03 AM

Ximpientlim Motiam - Bhag 61 - Ubuntu - Fr Pratap Naik sj


10:11 AM

Heads Held High - Mary Immaculate Girls High School


10:34 AM

Devacho Mog - talk by Victor Mascarenhas


10:58 AM

Kaltikai - Talk by Orlando D'Souza


11:26 AM

Bhagevont Zuze Vazachem Novena Magnnem


11:28 AM

Bhurgem-Ball Nasloleancher Bhagevont Zuze Vazache Mozotin Magnnem


11:30 AM

Mass in English


12:17 PM

Daily Fash/ Jivitacho Prokas


12:20 PM

Angelus - English


12:22 PM

Activists of Goa - Prashant Naik interviewed by Daniel F. de Souza


1:07 PM

Poem - Bhavart by Sandhya Fernandes


1:11 PM

Anthony Miranda interviewed by Daniel F. de Souza


1:40 PM

Pope's Intercessions


1:43 PM

Planning the Exposition :Fr Henry Falcao


2:29 PM

Hymns - Guardian Angel H.S. Curchorem


2:37 PM

Golden Brigade - Sr Maria Pascuela interviewed by Prof Nicholas D'Souza


3:00 PM

Deivik Kaklutichi Magnneam


3:09 PM

Breaking Barriers Through Dialogue - Road Safety : Hosted by Jovito Lopes


3:54 PM

Hymns - Loyola H.S.S. Margao


4:00 PM

Rosary - Glorious Mysteries


4:27 PM

Senior Citizens Exercises - 2


5:06 PM

Pope's Intercessions


5:09 PM

Music Uncovered : Alfin Fernandes talks to Alfwold Silveira


5:36 PM

What does it mean that the Church is the People of God - Rev Elroy da Gama


5:40 PM

Mando - Original - Goychim Lharam, Carmona


5:53 PM

Bible Project - Exile


6:00 PM

Mass in Konkani from Cuncolim


7:02 PM

Literally Goa - Dr. Marylou Zuzarte interviewed by Frederick Noronha


7:30 PM

Saibinnichi Ruzai - Orkache Mister


7:56 PM

Aimorechen Magnnem


8:00 PM

Impact of climate change on coastal regions - Dr. Alvarinho J. Luis
interviewed by Daniel F. de Souza


8:52 PM

Devachem Utor -Izaias Avesor 25 -Vachpi Orlando D'Souza


8:57 PM

Litany of Humility


9:00 PM

Adoration - Fortitude - Fr Saturnino Colaco


9:27 PM

Ratchem Magnem


9:40 PM

Xinpyentlim Motyam - Bhag 311 - Chorachi Boddi - Fr. Pratap Naik SJ


9:53 PM

Fr Rob Galea - 6th Anniversary of CCRTV


10:09 PM

Goyche Tarvotti - Capt. Ryan Sequeira & Bhasker Rivanker interviewed by
Daniel F. de Souza


10:58 PM

Hymn - Theme of Pastoral Year - Fr. Tomas Lobo


11:03 PM

Entrepreneur - Floyd Vales interviewed by Basil D'Cunha


11:21 PM

Salesian Sisters of Don Bosco - Vocation Promotion


11:32 PM

In Conversation With -Dr Savio Sardinha- Childhood Development Disorders


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