tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48655128323147495752024-03-13T16:54:24.952+05:30KalidascopeMost are my perceptions of the societal group I write about. I am happy that some of my notes have come true during India's 2009 general elections; and on a couple of occasions, the New York Times editor, Roger Cohen has held views similar to my own; for ex. On January 7, 2009 issue of NYT had his OP-ED article and my contribution in Herald published on the same day, held similar views regarding partition of India and Israel vs Palestine conflict.Kalidashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07812283353294260788noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865512832314749575.post-65392827086306229372012-08-03T00:06:00.004+05:302012-08-03T00:06:43.603+05:30An essay on conservatim in societies<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 21px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">An essay on conservatism in societies </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">(2647 words)</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">…</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">By</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> Kalidas Laxman</span></div>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Lord
Bertrand Russell says in his ‘Sceptical Essays’ (1928) that “What is
wanted is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out, which is
the exact opposite.”</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">This </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">will</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
to believe one can comprehend as propensity toward faith; it can be
transient or steadfast, or even wavering! If this disambiguation looks
simple its separate implications have profound meaning and relevance to
the society.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Faith and ambiguity:</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Society
of humans itself is like a giant organic cell living, sensing the world
around it, growing up and transcending into another organism as time
passes and environment changes; parts of it may also die or be cast
away, all this in an amoebic fashion; however, each form has its layered
subliminal mind and functions with human characteristics important
amongst which is faith. It has immune reaction as well and is important
enough for healthy existence of the organism which one can sense only in
abstract sense. And, just as diverse men may follow their own kind of
faith, in splintered fashion, society does the same. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">About faith:</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">It
is not correct to identify faith with religion alone. Only rarely a man
will be without any semblance of faith. Consider the following:</span><br /><ul style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">‘A
man was treading his path to explore a personal goal. He walks and
walks, and walks. When he gets physically, mentally or intellectually
tired, various trains of thoughts may lead him to decide enough is
enough, there is nothing much left to know or do just then and turns
back probably to return the next opportune time.’ This, in fact, is
where faith has entered in his approach.’</span></div>
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<li style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; list-style-type: disc; margin-left: 24px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Scientists,
too, sometimes presume whatever has been established out by peers to be
a comprehensive fact with not much room for improvement being left.
However a beautiful mathematical concept called 'The Theory of Chaos'
was formulated when a scientist refused to keep faith in the previous
methodology when after meticulous checking the results did not agree
with observations. In a nutshell, man keeps faith at a point defined by
his intellectual level, resources and curiosity or societal pressure.</span></li>
</ul>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Faith in societies exists as in this another story, too. </span><br /><ul style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<li style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; list-style-type: disc; margin-left: 24px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">‘A
flood was ravaging a village when a man with complete faith in higher
echelons about creation of universe set himself on top of a tree
confident that his creator will in the end save him. A few people in
make shift rafts passed by calling him aboard. The man declined having
no faith in these contraptions choosing to rely on the creator instead;
in the end the tree collapsed drowning the man. </span></li>
</ul>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">In
the first two of the above stories faith has not blocked curiosity,
questioning or further efforts and explorations, which are to seek wider
knowledge. Newer information brings about modifications in perceptions
about a concept, and groups or organizations alive to these change their
perceptions and structure. Faith in these examples is a stepping stone,
until better concepts arise, toward a practical goal or curiosity
involving what and how of a problem. </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">However,
in another kind of faith as in the third allegory an impermeable carpet
covers and dumps pragmatic efforts to save marooned man’s own life. The
push to further efforts is never made and inertia both of mind and body
quickly sets in as in rigor mortis. Illusory ideas having steadfast
belief in imagined authority is the crux of the matter behind this kind
of faith</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Blinkered and then bonsai-ed brains:</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Consider
that for thousands of years man continued accepting silly pseudo
beliefs such as the Earth was resting on the head of a giant serpent or
similar other ideas. Small pox and plague were treated as God’s wrath
and hapless patients were treated like sinners and punished harshly.
This was silly because the earlier supposition begs the obvious question
how the snake itself was supported or lived and fed itself. And
whatever happens to the movements of the Sun and Moon who were supposed
to be going around in an Earth centric supposition. Very possibly
questions were indeed asked and doused by peers like flames near an
inflammable substance. These coterie passing under grandiose title of
elders or peers were mostly leaders controlling religious clouts to
nurse their own ambitions. And, as well, no body wondered how an
innocent child a couple of years old could have chance to sin and get
small pox.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">In
fact, the impermeable carpet and remaining covered under it attains
superior appreciation since in that case the peers of the society are
not challenged by the new and young members to usurp their power.
Further explorations in material or abstract knowledge are discouraged
like spread of fire that would burn the old beliefs.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">As
if in encouragement to their inability to innovate and disturb the
settled world, they are not even required to explore but merely lend
voice and substance to whatever has been done by aged peers of the
society until then. These are the middle class groups in society as
different from the rich and affluent or the lower classes. All forms of
activity sub-groups in society in fields such as art, religion and
culture thrive on such support. These are generally recognised as
conservatives in the group whose only functions appear to be to oppose
change where they or their peers are challenged or not benefitted; they
are indeed the backbone/foundations of the society. The real explorers,
in such circumstances, would branch out to break new grounds and always
question the limits raising the bars continually. They may bring about a
change in the group philosophy, plans and actions. However, they do not
earn the confidence of their group. Constant change is unsettling for
untalented men especially who are controlling the groups even
emotionally as in families. They resist adopting new ideas especially in
a later stage of their personal life. Forest animals or even
domesticated animals display this succinctly. A new/stray dog on the
road is a constant threat to dominant males in the area or even a pet
dog cosily licking his owner. However, we are humans, live by knowledge
and adaptation, not muscle power, or so we think. Either we adapt to new
knowledge or give way to new leaders which may not be a sweet option
for conservatives! It just appears that every society and often a large
group is composed of these dissimilar sets, one controlling the new
ideas and concepts and their adherents and the other savvy to changes in
the perceptions making the two sides of a coin. The controlling faction</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">bonsai
the brain power or stunt the thought processes of members of their
group to control and keep them inside the household. This is done with
constant brainwashing by dousing curiosity and questioning instinct from
early stages in life. This happens in many religious schools, too.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Three sided coin:</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">One
may analogize. In the beginning of history of written messages and
barter records on clay plates, only one side was utilized and this went
on smoothly, unchallenged till the times changed. As times progressed
further newer technologies were invented and metallic plates were found
to be more suitable, longer lasting and easier to handle but which
unfortunately had two sides. Thus the newer technology brought another
side to societal behavior into reckoning, one controlling factor and
another alive to new perceptions, one forward looking telling the value
of its concepts as changes took place and the other trying to hold onto
its roots with stamp of security from traditional knowledge resources
handed down from generations downwards.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">However,
with further developmental changes of sleeker and more transportable
coins, a still different perception came into play with two sided round
coins. Here happens to be a third factor, the rim, which makes the coin
move very fast, unsettling the steady state inertia of earlier coins
making it come to rest uncertainly wherever the kinetic and potential
force takes it. This is what makes the society beware of movement or
change. There is implicit comfort in continuation of the stamp of
security of its existence rather than the changing values or worst the
direction of the rim which does not guarantee the future. Such analogy
relates to conservative groups and people who are controlled by them
whereas rims are the mavericks that choose intellectual freedom not
knowing for certainty whatever they were pursuing would turn out to be.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">The following words are from the great mathematician and philosopher Lord Bertrand Russell from his book ‘Religion and Science’.</span><br /><ul style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<li style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; list-style-type: disc; margin-left: 24px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">"Those
to whom intellectual freedom is personally important may be a minority
in the community, but among them are the men of most importance to the
future. We have seen the importance of Copernicus, Galileo, and Darwin
in the history of mankind, and it is not to be supposed that the future
will produce no more such men. If they are prevented from doing their
work and having their due effect, the human race will stagnate, and a
new Dark Age will succeed, as the earlier Dark Age succeeded the
brilliant period of antiquity. New truth is often uncomfortable,
especially to the holders of power; nevertheless, amid the long record
of cruelty and bigotry, it is the most important achievement of our
intelligent but wayward species."</span></li>
</ul>
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">In
spite of the great thinkers and visionaries as above in the past and
recent genii such as Albert Einstein, Werner Heisenberg, Picasso and
Ludwig Wittgenstein, conservatism still proceeds unhindered, at least in
oriental societies. The western thought appears to be more evolved
compared with Asian and African philosophies. The difference is big
enough to wonder and seek answers to this question.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Modern scientific research:</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">However,
above are just words as a hardboiled scientist would say, even though
logical but are there any facts supported by modern science research to
support an imagined concept as conservative approach against liberal or
rational? Modern research has a word to describe brain, Homunculus;
conceptually, brain represents entirely the physical, mental and
intellectual functions of a human body, the Homo sapiens. So, is the
major attitudinal difference such as in conservative and
liberal/rational approach indicated in brain areas mapped up to now by
brain researchers? The answer is startlingly, yes. Two areas in the
Homunculus, Amygdala and Anterior cingulate cortex show these
differences.</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">In
one experiment, conservatives on average had a larger right amygdala, a
region of the brain that processes responses to fear and threat.
Liberals, in contrast, had more grey matter in the anterior cingulate
cortex, an error-detecting region that is thought to be involved in
causing us to stop repeated patterns of behaviour and change course (10
April 2012/ by Chris Mooney/ New Scientist/ Magazine issue 2859)</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">East vs. West:</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">An Indian representing the Eastern Philosophy staunchly believes in Life after death (</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">This is in fact conservatism where even his self is ‘conserved’ to enjoy fruits or be punished for sins even after death</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">) and its incredulous products such as sins and virtues and God’s ‘Akashvani’ or the voice through the sky, (</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">dictates or God judgments smartly manipulated by Hinduisms high priests</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">) whereas the Westerners are of rationalist mould (</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Hindus prefer to scorn it off as materialism</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">).
It now appears Gandhi awakened Indian soul half way, it was not a job
completed, may be Anna Hazare is doing his bit. Gandhi’s philosophy was
not appropriate enough to give complete Independence to India since as
Rabindranath Tagore says unless you have paid the full price you cannot
gain freedom. Has the freedom that Tagore, again, referred to in his
poem 'Where the mind is without fear' been achieved in any single sense?
It seems India is still in deep sleep, yet to wake up. A calm analysis
would provide the answer in a single phrase that the antonym for all
those desires of Tagore is the stranglehold of conservative society on
Indian psyche.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">A
brief look at the socio-political and religious history of the world’s
societies indicates most of these were conservative in approach many
grades above the present level before its watershed era, the World War
II. In short, the whole world was conservative. The humans have warred
since the time immemorial and with various implements, hand held, simply
thrown or catapulted; whichever the chosen way, there was always that
brief time available when it was possible to dodge, jump or
out-manoeuvre the assailant. One always knew well in advance, sometimes
days if not months, the approaching armies of cruellest of invaders all
through the history. A big success was achieved by elements of surprize
from unfrequented approach directions as by Hannibal’s crossing of Alps
in 218 B.C. to attack Rome, or simply the astonishment at the speed of
Hitler’s tanks that unanticipatedly ran through Europe in the earlier
stages of WW II. However, didn’t all the multifarious artefacts of
winning wars paled into insignificance with Hitler’s state of the art
inventions in the same war? The deadly V2 rockets combined manifolds the
maximum speed available at that time, untraceable approach and the
total devastation in one single warhead. If the V2 rockets were not
enough the twin N-warheads on Japan at the end of that war spelled the
doom for the conservative notions nursed by the societies till then
against their better judgments. The results combined all previous
effects of destructions from war, lack of warning and preparedness, and
most importantly, both the hopelessness and its twin helplessness of
facing Death at Zero notices. The survivors, without meaning to, not
just in Japan but all Europe and Americas, pulled together the knowledge
and understanding of the Death they had understood and the meaning of
life they could have had if not for many of society’s notions and rigid
value systems; as they told the tales of horror, the ideas of day to day
existence and sublime concepts of Life and Death were getting reformed.
These nations have undergone kind of philosophical transition in their
ideas regarding Life in the aftermath of new Death syndrome that the
Indian subcontinent has never ever faced. The mass hypnosis created then
related to the theme behind Steve Jobs speech which incidentally came
decades later. His speech made Steve Jobs a wise man and a practical
philosopher of the 21</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: super;">st</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> century as important as his inventions, or probably more so.</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 19px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Steve Jobs, Death and the death of conservative approaches:</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Steve
Jobs, co-founder of ‘Apple’ and under whose direction iPad and iPhone
were invented has died recently on October 5, 2011. He had made
marvellous products for his company but he will be remembered for his
fight against cancer and how he turned around his philosophy of life and
kept making mark in the highly competitive markets of smart phones.
This is the speech he had delivered on June 12, 2005 after he was
surgically operated and told that he had a small quantum of life left to
live before cancer could claim him back:</span><br /><div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“No
one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to
die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one
has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very
likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It
clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you,
but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and
be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Your
time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be
trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's
thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own
inner voice. And most importantly, have the courage to follow your heart
and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become.
Everything else is secondary.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14pt;">10 points for the new CM in favour of English medium </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 10pt;">(747</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 9pt;"> words)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">…By Kalidas Laxman<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Why not English MOI???<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-fareast-font-family: Arial;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">1.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Arial;">The politicians, real and pseudo, hunting desperately for issues have
politicalized the MOI issue and made it emotional. My articles in Herald on
Konkani (December 14<sup>th</sup>, 2010 and January 26, 2011) have
unfortunately given them something to do in their lack-a-luster life. Parents,
the factual stakeholders aspiring for their children a bright and promising
future want English medium of instruction<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-fareast-font-family: Arial;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">2.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Goa, as is in the education field, cannot fulfill the
multidimensional and multifarious aspirations of all its community groups (related
to cast, religion and trans-India) where in the population of 1.3million, >600,000
are non-Goans. At the most it can only make 1.3 million copies of what we have
in Goa, people with pond mentality. Kindly note these 600,000 are going to have
their own demands in the next elections<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-fareast-font-family: Arial;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">3.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Arial;">The people at the level of handicaps would be (in decreasing order, a
to c)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-fareast-font-family: Arial;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">a.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Backward tribes and SC/ST from all religions<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-fareast-font-family: Arial;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">b.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Low income groups, Konkani/Marathi M.O.I. students, people with no
trans-Goa cultural background i.e. those who do not have connect with other
states and cities in India, for ex. Mumbai, Bangalore<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-fareast-font-family: Arial;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">c.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Arial;">People who do not have guidance from educated teachers/schools or
family members higher up in the societal ladder<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Ironically, both Tomazinho
Cardozo and Shashikala Kakodkar call themselves champions of the lower strata
of the society but above three points indicate it is these very three sections
of Bahujan Samaj among Hindus and Catholics, which are at losers end if English
(MOI) schools do not get grant<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-fareast-font-family: Arial;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">4.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Arial;">The knowledge/intellectual pool of Goa remains largely unchanged
without new ideas and innovations making entry in the Goan psyche. Example is
Konkani literature, which is bereft of out of the box thinking still revolving mainly
around romance, caste politics and job/work culture. It does not try to
unshackle the family straitjacket and moral, sexual and social rigidity with
innovative solutions. There are very few thought provoking literature forms
such as essays, research and reports in Nagari Konkani, though they have
existed in Romi Konkani for over 200 years, but Romi Konkani is not accepted by
Hindus!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-fareast-font-family: Arial;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">5.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Government having developmental vision of at least 50 to 100 years
down the line truly leads the state. This has unfortunately not happened in Goa
when the MGP and later Congress led Goans for 50 years. As a simple example,
the 18th June road, the main arterial road of the capital where Junta House was
constructed in early seventies was without any space left for road widening,
the history is repeating itself everywhere in Goa, or, look at Mapusa where the
growth has been only cancerous. Its roads are exactly as the Portuguese left it
except for the new Khorlim bypass from Ximer to Asagaon (remarkably, during the
tenure of Mr. Parrikar the last time around) and for Ganesh Puri and St
Xavier’s college. All along, the self-centric politicians have been the sole
leaders in Goa with the mindset of shepherds guided by the caste cattle.
Freedom of MOI is like opening up of an institution without discrimination
since all classes of the society get equal chances. Why a Gowda, a scheduled
caste person or a Kunbi with low income should not study in English? Can Bharatiya
Bhasha Sanrakshan Manch (BBSM) give a valid answer to this?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-fareast-font-family: Arial;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">6.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Arial;">MOI disturbance serves as an activity for jobless politicians and social
activists in Goa. What is the visionary and intellectual contribution of
leaders of the BBSM in Goa, since 1961?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-fareast-font-family: Arial;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">7.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Arial;">It is an unrealistic fear of art and culture sections such as stage
and literature that they would not be appreciated if MOI in English is
implemented. This class forgets that even in Portuguese times with curtailment
of Konkani and all things local, the language, folk songs and art survived. Unfortunately,
stark facts say even languages such as Hindi and Bangla have their limitations
i.e. to keep up to the pace of development. The only possible progress would be
in the direction of indigenous prospects, not international. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-fareast-font-family: Arial;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">8.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Giving grants to English medium schools is not stopping grants to
local languages. Education in English has nothing to do with art, culture and
literature in local language. Language leaves as long as the people love it<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-fareast-font-family: Arial;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">9.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Arial;">If only rich and privileged people have access to English, we are
creating a new much domineering caste based on haves and have-nots of
opportunities. Even the people from the uppermost caste, the Brahmins would
serve under this modern elite caste<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="mso-fareast-font-family: Arial;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">10.</span><span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Arial;">It is wrong, negative and fascist way to say ‘DO NOT’ give grants
to English medium schools<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
</div>Kalidashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07812283353294260788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865512832314749575.post-27384273218902041312011-12-26T18:20:00.001+05:302011-12-26T18:22:06.385+05:30The old order changeth…The old order changeth…yielding place to new<br /><br />(595 words)<br /><br />By: Kalidas Sawkar<br /><br />The more developed northern hemisphere of the globe is in turmoil, the USA and the Europe are witnessing economic and commercial protests on the scales seen for the first time, post WW II; India is having its own share of the tumult and is counting number of freedoms it wants, but what is making impact is the political and Governmental upheaval that is going in the Islamic world. All these are protests of various kinds, economic, social and political but can be summarised in a nutshell, the protests are against the establishment and hierarchy of the haves vs. have-nots. Old system is being challenged and the younger newer generation wants a larger share, having been told by the developments in societal, scientific and economic thoughts that they do not lag behind their peers in any way, in fact could be better. Arguments could follow but to illustrate interestingly, Veena Malik and her cover picture on FHM magazine would make a great impact as an example. The whole world loves a beautiful woman and they even love to hate her. Veena Malik’s photo would serve to conjoin economic, political and conservative vs liberal perceptions of archetypical societies of the world where culture hegemony has ruled supreme for an unduly long time.<br />The free and ever penetrating media has made the world knowledgeable on line and that, too, peacefully and quickly. If, we make a ‘deep impact’ and blast a meteor millions of kilometres away and bring back to Earth the material spewed by the rocket sent on it, just across the border, in India, things are happening; a raunchy Bollywood movie, ‘A dirty Picture’, where a scantily clad but charming woman is being wowed and appreciated by Indians, but, in Pakistan another woman is closeted by her society in a burqa. Whatever women there may opine, it is a woman’s biological need, social function and health requisite to be seen as much as to see. Rest of the world, too, is slowly waking up to its security needs and banning the burqa in public places. Essentially, what is achieved by making a woman wear a burqa, besides the demand of a segment of the religion? As Mark Twain experienced in his ‘Innocents abroad’, even a woman clad in burqa is well adept to signal a man of her romantic inclinations.<br />If, in India Anna Hazare can attract the multidimensional, cross cultural and multi-layered country together, it is an anguish of its citizenry that cries out against centuries old corruption by politicians, officialdom, corporates and even spiritual leaders. The process up to now has been nonviolent but if left unheeded would someday explode just as it has done during the ‘Arab spring’<br />(Referring back to our example, have a studious look at this charming and mild form of protest, not at what has been or not exposed but with what this was achieved. (This micro-mini shorty/panty is green in colour, with a star distinctly seen and just a crescent moon is missing to complete the Pakistani flag; more, a few pockets are strategically placed and a loud and clear abbreviation of ISI is seen on one arm, but what sends a signal is the hand grenade in the other hand with its pin about to be detached. Sex is a strong instinct and a good model makes it explosive.)Veena has just dropped a bomb on Pakistani terror cum socio-political system, that too doing it from the soils of rival neighbouring country. Would Pakistani society wake up or it wants to go invite the Arab spring into its nation? It would be dangerous considering the N-arsenal in that country.<br /><br />Published in the Herald of 23rd December 2011, may be for diplomatic reasons sentence in bracket is omitted in published version.Kalidashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07812283353294260788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865512832314749575.post-5150420169619589672011-12-26T13:07:00.002+05:302011-12-26T13:11:06.877+05:30Me, Kalidas on 18th December 1961What went through the minds of simple Goans on 18th December: Ex… Me!<br /><br />By: Kalidas Sawkar<br /><br />Every Goan must have woken up that morning wondering about planes flying low at the top of coconut trees. My mother was under strict instructions never to wake up any person who is sleeping, but here she was shaking me excitedly telling ‘Kalidas, Kalidas, wake up there are lots of planes out there flying very low’. I turned over sleepily since the preceding few days that had become a usual phenomenon. But, mother didn’t give up I did, woke up and ran outside in our compound, my excitement at full blast. The unimaginable was coming true, becoming real and the freedom was at hand.<br /><br />Whatever went into my mind, 14 years and 97 days old?<br /><br />For self, my aspirations went sky high. The horizons of opportunities were opening up, education of varied kind would be there and I was game for it all. Next was, as a book worm I looked forward to easy excess for that great literature of which I had read only cross references and sighed. Before 1961, there were two libraries in Mapusa and I had ransacked them all. I had read practically every Marathi book in the catalogues and the librarian in charge would get exasperated with me. He would tell me to read English since he knew I studied in English medium school. He would continue, ‘there are so many books in English ‘even’ I wouldn’t be able to finish them’<br /><br />I had understood, after completing my education I had to do something, work, but in Goa at that time nothing was working accept the match box factory at Ponda. This factory had become a permanent excursion spot for Goa schools and I had no intentions of working in a match box factory. For self, I had thought of inexplicable mirages, board rooms where important decisions are taken, real intellectual work as being done such as BARC, TIFR, looking at the stars for more knowledge of the space. Yes, in 1959, Russia had already blasted at the moon, which was among Lord Shiva’s protectorates and I rejoiced at that event, being a confirmed agnostic by that time. I wanted to attend meetings held by Jawaharlal Nehru and other leaders, no not Ram Manohar Lohia, I thought he was a bit cranky, but I did not mind Atal Behari Bajpayee and a few others.<br /><br />A great opportunity was waiting for me and my friends after liberation. Cricket. Period. The various grounds, the Brabourne stadium, the Green Park, The Chepauk, and so many others were for me on the ninth cloud. Nawab of Pataudi, Abbas Ali Beg, ML Jaisimha, Bapu Nadkarni, and others were my deities. I did not bother much about films then, nor now, but would have liked to know if one could touch these celluloid people or they were just like ghosts.<br /><br />And last but not the least, the Gods own relationship, the cousins! A posse of them along with their parents were my chief attraction after liberation. Even though we met for Ganesh and vacations, I was ready for more of the good things. Portuguese had incurred my curses since they restricted any crossings across the border. I had been suffocated for relationships; I knew instinctively, I stand to gain positive impacts from them and wanted to check their reactions to me as well.<br /><br />Possibly on that day as I went to bed I felt what Swami Vivekananda must have felt standing at Kanyakumari and facing India.Kalidashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07812283353294260788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865512832314749575.post-14784815968670347792011-08-24T19:21:00.004+05:302011-12-26T22:03:24.041+05:30Anna Hazare, secondfreedom and ground truthsIt is intrinsically wrong to compare Mahtma Gandhi's fast with that of Anna Hazare. Gandhi was fighting against British colonial rule and he had no other way to fight since India did not have its own constitution then whereas Anna has all these facilities. The real reason for corruption in India is the implementation of law is (1) almost absent, (2) judiciary too slow and (3) interference by politicians of all hues and colours at all times. The last one takes place even at the level of traffic police and MV rules 1988.<br /><br />Next, how long will it take to complete the cases of Raja, Kalmadi, Yediurappa, Kanimozi, Gujarat riots and a host of such high level problems and, how long will it take the concerned guilty to get and finish their sentences. In Karnataka, the Lokayukt told in a TV interview that he would have submitted the report two months earlier but LK Advani advised him to go slow for some time. The same thing would happen in case of Jan Lokpal as well. This is exactly my point against Jan Lokpal. One recent case is of Matanhy Saldana, an MLA in the last Goa Assembly whose disqualification case has been decided and quashed after the term of tha Assembly has been over and new assembly election has been held, another Govt been elected and functioning. However has Matanhy himself been judged in the spirit of justice? Has he lost favour with his voters for not being handed over the decision in time to fight the elections? In which way Jan Lokapal can increase speed in Judiciary which cannot be done now?<br /><br />Besides Anna is creating one more source of interference with appointment of Jan Lokpal. However, with investigating agencies and judiciary spruced up by punishing the interfering person and who obliges him,things may sort out though I think more steps would have to be taken. <br /><br /><br />Taking environment as a cue, in 1998, there were about 60+ laws, rules and notifications in India to control environment damage, but we see everywhere rules being bbroken and still more rules framed, but our investigative,implementation and punitive agencies are lethargic to say the least, if they are active at all. Just how many more rules can improve the environment? This is not my opinion alone. I had a chance to talk with International Maritime Organisation deputy chairman who said in cross country meetings it is Indian representatives who want more and more rules to guard environment, however most other nations felt present laws are fine if you implement them. I agreee with this because you have to just know how many CRZ Environmental cases are languishing in HCs and the SC of India. They are in hundreds if not thousands for some states.<br /><br />Last point on this, Reddy brothers were created by Congress and fostered by BJP. They will survive...Govts. may not!Kalidashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07812283353294260788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865512832314749575.post-86808626978204494992011-05-18T18:49:00.002+05:302011-05-18T18:53:51.867+05:30The Concept of MahabharataThe Concept of Mahabharata (300 words)<br /><br />Kalidas Sawkar<br /><br /> <br /> <br />The boy's father asked the teacher "In the end everybody dies in Mahabharata. Coming to my obsession with eternal truth, who was right and who was wrong? What does all this mean when hundreds of thousands die, families devastated and nobody benefits"<br />The teacher says “Just as with truth there could be different perceptions of epics such as Mahabharata.<br /> <br />“However, first, you have to realize this epic is based on a historical war between princely cousins in north India over three to four thousand years ago. Even the idea of a nation was quite flexible then. Those days vocal recitation was popular rather than systematic documentation, which paved way for changes, insertions, dramatizations and addition of miracles to the original story. But above all, Mahabharata has one strong point and that is these changes also incorporate the changing societal structure, climactic phenomena and demographic patterns in north India over at least two thousand years if not more. The changes in social customs such as marriages, paternity concepts, class divides and human frailties such as greed, revenge and opportunism are beautifully portrayed; along with this you find friendship, promises, integrity and valour being honed and inspired into people. Another great gift of Mahabharata is it outlines the introduction of and changes in spiritual concepts in India some of which are prevalent even today.<br /> <br />Truly, nobody benefitted at the end of that war. Even great Arjuna, was looted post war by petty thieves; but, this is the natural end to every big war even today and that is the reason Krisn does his best to avoid it. However, once the war starts it imposes its own rules and regulations; and, at the end, wrongs are defended as aberrations or transgressions, as was done by Lord Krisn himself. That is Karma-Yog for you.”<br /> <br /><br />From: Kaliyug ki kahania<br />Kalidashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07812283353294260788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865512832314749575.post-49943393072718001022011-05-03T12:28:00.005+05:302011-05-03T12:36:43.039+05:30Truths and half- truthsTruth and the half-truths (295 words)<br /><br />By Kalidas Sawkar<br /><br /><br /><br />The boy came this time with his father. When the teacher welcomed them father said “I am still confused with truth. I am not at peace with the meanings you have told my son”<br />The teacher said “Since you do not comprehend truth and its characteristics, I shall endeavour by telling you about its opposite, the lies. The essence of this world is subjectivity of our mind. Sometimes we are subjective intentionally as well.<br /><br />“In Mahabharata war when Guru Dronacharya told his enemies, the Pandavas, that the only time he would keep his bow down is if he has to hear the news of the death of his son Ashwatthama. The Pandavas immediately christened an elephant as Ashwatthama and then killed him. Their king Dharma-raja then declared that one Ashwatthama has died, however it could be a man or an animal. Hearing this Dronacharya with sadness kept his bow down and was thus killed by Arjuna.<br /><br />“For telling this half-truth, Dharmaraja is punished later after his death by having had to spend some time in hell. However, tell me wasn’t what the King declared a lie even though they had named an elephant as Ashwatthama to escape being accused of telling a lie? A half-truth is as much a lie as lie itself could be. Dronacharya thought full truth was being told by Dharma-Raja and therefore died.<br /><br />“Mahabharata is an epic for us to learn that perceptions of truth depend on the time that flows and perceptions that are held by people; teaching us that a war that started righteously, ended in all tricks and deceptions being used on the battle field; once, even Krishn broke his oath of not using any lethal instrument himself. At the base of this immoral massacre of armies is greed to rule and dominate the politics of that time and continues till this time.”<br /><br /><br />Source: Kaliyug ki kahaniaKalidashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07812283353294260788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865512832314749575.post-30225380329874162942011-04-14T12:33:00.002+05:302011-05-03T12:36:43.046+05:30Let Konkani be...!Overview: Let Konkani be…! (1134 words)<br /><br />This is the birth centenary year of an illustrious Goan litterateur B.B. Borkar who wrote in both Konkani and Marathi fluently and successfully; of the two especially creditable is in Konkani because during the times he was writing, Goa was still under Portuguese rule and Konkani was relegated only to speaking at home and humming Konkani folk songs in a sort of amateur fashion. However, in the 50 years after its liberation when Goans had all the opportunities to amalgamate and develop its language, have they succeeded in doing that?<br /><br />Government Recognition: If Goa had found itself in political turmoil immediately after it joined the Indian union in 1961, its language Konkani has been undergoing the same fate. Owing to the colonial rule, there was no great literary work in Konkani in Nagari script but through Roman script it did achieve high but unacknowledged literary standards. Even though it was of foreign origin writing in Roman script had advantages since it was the script of colonial masters who understood and encouraged it. On the other side Konkani in Nagari script has earned its reputation only since Shantaram Varde Valaulikar (Shanei Goembab), B.B. Borkar and a host of other talented Goans started writing in the last 100 years.<br /><br />Reportedly there are over 5 million people with Konkani as their mother tongue settled all along the west coast of India between Mumbai and Kochi besides Bangaluru, but most in Goa. Konkani linguists are in both main religions, Hindu and Christian. A galaxy of its literati has written in Konkani, in whichever script each word represented a neuron in their brains firing, and the heart pumping blood at its full throttle. This passion after much flow resulted in Konkani being included in the scheduled group of Indian languages. It even more importantly succeeded in making Goa a rightfully independent state of India. Besides, it has been awarded the prestigious Dnyanpith award and a basketful of Sahitya Academy and other literary awards.<br /><br />Amen! Konkani, as if till this point, had scripted its own progress. Up till the time statehood was declared there was no big noise about the fight over script. A few divergent views were overheard and ignored. The picture looked unrealistically rosy.<br /><br />Internal Predicament: The bane of India and its societies is also the bane of Goa and its language. The caste and religious divide! Goa, always a bit ahead of the rest of India in societal emancipation never had as much social discrimination as elsewhere, possibly due to the Portuguese presence but it had indeed existed at subtle levels in many imperceptible ways. As Goans who moved out in search of career aspirations and brought back reports of events and happenings in the rest of India, the resident society was unknowingly and psychologically alerted to pursue applications of the imported knowledge when the Portuguese dominion ended. One such problem has been the caste oriented accents and semantics. Every Indian language including Hindi has accents which may differ from community to community. And, just as in Hindi, often the words originated and transformed with the migrating communities ever since the first settlers decided to make Goa their own home, even before Konkani as we know now existed. Any person who loves languages and its main purpose, to communicate, appreciates these humane variations. Sensitivity of tongue (pun intended) is so fine, an ancient Sanskrit proverb says it all, ‘a language changes about every 5 kilometers, food every 100 kilometers and dress every 500 km’. Even in the style crazy and quick air transport of today, this is quite apparent as one travels within or away from Goa.<br /><br />The most serious charge often made by many people is that there is no standardized way of writing Konkani as an established language should have. Every caste and religious group claims its Konkani is the real language. Some of them are migrants to Goa often with similar sounding dialects as in Malwani from Maharashtra. Add to this the confusion related to Roman and Nagari scripts. Modern science is finding out the need to communicate or speak in different languages lies at the root of human intellect. In fact, this need and ability possibly encourages intellect. It is, then, utterly wrong to summarily dismiss the practice of writing in Roman script with a whole gamut of quality literature being produced and referred to in it, which was being followed for hundreds of years by a community of hundreds of thousands, and ask them to forget Romi Konkani, as it is called, ASAP.<br /><br />Building bridges: One of the tenets of management methodologies of the 21st millennium is about discussing and accommodating rival view points. This is similar to building bridges over deltaic mouths of a river. Goa’s Catholics are not primarily averse to learning Nagari script, which would help not only in understanding nuances of refined Konkani but providing linkages across many other Indian languages, too. Goa’s Catholics have been blessed with social consciousness, progressive minds and ability to keep steps in tune with time. Their entrepreneurial skills are a legend and this step of learning Nagari script should immensely benefit them than not learning it. Moreover, with the above mentioned qualities this would help position them as leaders of the Goan society.<br /><br />The problem lies in self centric and myopic views of protagonists of any accent or script. However, unlike the older generations few of the younger leaders are sufficiently futuristic minded. These youths have the necessary resilience, firmness and people friendly approach but importantly, are not unenthusiastic to breaking new grounds. There are acclaimed Konkani writers who write in different scripts and in a host of other languages such as Bengali, Hindi, Marathi and English. They could well be the architects to build the bridges. <br /><br />Tides and Tones: Language is an expression of one’s personality, his manner of communication to interact with the world. It is intimately connected with his life and even career. It becomes richer not with vocabulary alone, but varied nuances in pronunciation, accent and meanings across its varied dialects. It would be excruciatingly boring if everybody had talked and written a sterilized language. <br /><br />In Goa’s coastal village Sancoal while discussing with a fisherman his own ‘mother-tongue’ assumes an extra dimension of musical quality with backdrop of sea breeze, pounding waves and salty air. A flat intonation of any holy language including Konkani would sound incongruous and rhythm less along the Goa’s coast whose livelihood depends on sea. One has to go to a Velsao beach and listen to this symphony of language, its speakers and environment. Could anyone say Velsao fishermen should talk properly? Better still do they talk Nagari or Romi Konkani? It is Konkani through and thorough and Konkani with a lilt at that.<br /><br />One may only say, let Konkani be...as is where is!<br /><br /><br /><br /> <br />Published in Herald on 14 December 2010<br />Kalidas Sawkar, Caranzalem, Panaji Goa---9158985758: kalidas.sawkar@gmail.com<br />Kalidashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07812283353294260788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865512832314749575.post-54054438459128768592011-04-12T17:37:00.004+05:302011-05-03T12:36:43.052+05:30Parenting and childhoodParenting and childhood<br />By, Kalidas Sawkar<br />Published in Paths of Wisdom on Herald of April 12, 2011<br /><br />The boy came to the teacher a bit disturbed. He asked with frustration “Why my father does not teach me, when he is supposed to have been a good student. The teacher first solved the boy’s difficulty and then said, <br />“Your father has had his own childhood disturbed by a variety of problems that occur in a family system. He was typically an individualistic boy. Such children should be guided and encouraged in honing their talents rather than ignoring or trying to divert their natural paths somewhere else. For a growing child, its life is too precious and when desired strongly their learning should be channelled even if they may possibly fail to achieve their goal. Failures become worst when they are not allowed to be experienced. Contrarily, they turn in positive results on child’s life. At best, they do not blame their parents nor become sadists when dealing with their own children.<br />When this attitude propagates across generations, the society itself suffers and turns highly conservative and corrosive. What was good for my father and me, is good for you, is the worst approach in dealing with new generations especially one which wants to branch out. This would make the family tree grow stronger and more robust like a banyan tree. In this age, with multiple opportunities old trades, careers and concepts change with changing environment. The world is accepting individualism in a pragmatic way without the bond between a father and his son being cut. <br />Sometimes, the inheritance of family trade and ideological concepts has to be cut to liberate the society from shackles of conservatism which happens to be a bane of this nation.<br /><br />Source: Kaliyug ki kahania<br />Kalidashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07812283353294260788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865512832314749575.post-36999784074039993352011-03-25T11:59:00.000+05:302011-03-25T12:01:45.862+05:30Truth and the cabbageTruth and the cabbage<br /><br /><br /><br />by…Kalidas Sawkar<br /><br /><br /><br />The boy said “My father says this is not the truth he meant, he knows truth is truth; its size does not matter. He wants to know what the ‘Eternal Truth’ is.”<br />The teacher took him to the garden and picked up a cabbage. “Look, with this you will understand how the eternal truth is.”<br /><br />The boy took the cabbage and peeled off its outer leaf. Under it was just as he had often seen at home. He peeled another leaf and threw it away and continued peeling and throwing them away. The teacher kept smiling. In time, all the leaves were peeled and thrown away with the boy having only the harder stalk left in his hand.<br />The teacher asked “Now, what do you have to say?”<br />“Teacher, is this the Eternal Truth? Oh, where is it?” boy asked.<br /><br />The teacher swept his hand over the strewn cabbage leaves. “All this is the Eternal Truth in whose quest you came to me. Every occasion you threw a leaf away you cast aside the Truth of the Moment imagining Eternal Truth to be something dramatically different from the everyday truth arriving at the end. My child, ‘Eternal Truth’ is the description of every second that we ignore anticipating the holy moment when something hallowed will appear and introduce itself to us. In doing so, we spurn every moment and the opportunity that comes riding on it. The end is the hard reality of the moments we have not exploited and that shall not return; earlier leaves were the youthful part of this hard stalk, too. In simple words, live every moment fully, do not wait for the holy enlightenment.<br /><br /><br />From…Kaliyug ki kahania<br /><br /><br />Published in “Paths of Wisdom” in ‘Herald’ of March 25, 2011Kalidashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07812283353294260788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865512832314749575.post-8725395213922971442011-03-01T19:15:00.000+05:302011-03-01T19:17:25.352+05:30Truth and the cauliflowerThe boy went to his teacher and asked of him, “What is the meaning of ‘The truth’?”<br /><br />Teacher said, “Come with me. It is easier to explain truth to you with some easy examples. Let’s go to the garden behind my home”. There, he picked up a cauliflower lying by a plant and said “truth is like a cauliflower, take and you will find the meaning of the truth.” The boy looked intently at it, carefully moved a small portion from the whole cauliflower and another, and kept them aside. However, the boy noticed that every big portion was like smaller one and that bigger divisions were made of smaller similar bulbs. Only the size differed. The boy had often eaten cauliflower at meals but it had never struck him this, a part just like the whole. He looked at the teacher enquiringly. <br /><br />The teacher smiled and responded” Truth is like this, smaller bulbs are just as the bigger ones all having the taste and nutrients of the whole cauliflower. Lookalikes, too!<br /><br />“Cauliflower, which interestingly looks like a human brain, is a nature’s product in fractal design. Nature loves this design and employs it often. As one example, electrons, who bring us electricity move around atoms, and Mother Earth, which carries all the matter that is these atoms, moves around the Sun. The stars move around in a Galaxy, which moves around the center of the Universe. Another fractal pattern!<br /><br />“In fractals and in truth exemplified above, the size does not matter, ‘design’ does. There is no smallness about truth! Just as about corruption, little or big does not matter. Smaller corruptions accumulate into bigger scams” <br /><br /><br />From…Kaliyug ki kahaniaKalidashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07812283353294260788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865512832314749575.post-34612159387917454152011-02-28T19:18:00.000+05:302011-02-28T19:20:34.464+05:30Age, information and truthAge and information (words 269)<br /><br />…Kalidas Sawkar<br /><br /><br />The boy grew up, was 12 year old, intelligent and smart. The conservative father enquired certain information of his friends, all between 20 and 25 yrs. None knew the answer. The 12 year old son had the answer, but there was command in the family that when elders are speaking, younger generation should not butt their nose. After not getting the answer the father rebuked his friends for not telling the answer. Then, one replied, “when the answer is not known, how and what could be said”. The father in his dominating ways said, “Ok, guess”. To this the 12 year old thought, ‘since nobody knows, I might as well give the answer’. He gave his reply, but father was angry because a child has interfered with the elders. <br /><br />He asked, “How do you know?”<br />The child said, “My friend told me.”<br />“How old is your friend”. <br />“16”. <br />Father said “My friend is 22. Now, tell me is number 22 bigger or 16 is?”<br />Son said “22 is bigger, but knowledge does not depend on age”<br /><br />This was followed by the father’s tirade on dependence of knowledge on age and sage for a couple of hours.<br /><br />As it turned out, the answer by son’s friend who was 16 turned out to be factual. However the generation gap persisted and so did the difference between old ways and the new, old perceptions and the newer information and a father and his son. A child is the father of man, they say, so fathers should try to be sons to have new perceptions of the changing society for harmony in family.<br /><br /><br />…From Kaliyug ki kahaniaKalidashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07812283353294260788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865512832314749575.post-30059501575928108752011-02-15T18:50:00.001+05:302011-02-15T18:52:49.197+05:30Nipping terrorism in the budThe child woke up a little late in the day and feeling hungry started walking towards the kitchen. It was a big family and all the people were busy with their day’s chores. Hearing the cries, family members were telling one another to look after the child. The passing buck did not stop. Getting hunger pains the child started crying and then screaming. A woman came to help and said soothing words to child but they were not sufficient to douse the fire of hunger. Child was given a ball to play. He took it up and threw away. The ball hit a window pane followed by the noise of cracking glass. People scurried and brought food for the child.<br />The next day the story repeated itself. But now, the child had learnt its lesson with previous experience. Today, no ball was required, the little human understood important thing was to break glass. Seeing no food forthcoming, it looked around and found a small steel cup close by. Inspired by previous lesson, it bent forward and lifted up the metal cup and went to hurl it at the window.<br />Suddenly he felt lifted up and clasped in a warm embrace, with soothing words springing from his grandmothers lips. In between hugs and kisses she started scolding those around to get him food. Feeding the child grandmother told it how Lord Krishna was as prankster and how he became so good that when he grew up people called him a God.<br />This boy, too, grew up and became a good man, at the least, remembering and appreciating his grandmother lovingly feeding him.<br /><br /><br />From... Kaliyug-ki-kahaniaKalidashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07812283353294260788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865512832314749575.post-87149156730164992312011-02-12T11:50:00.003+05:302011-02-12T11:54:50.135+05:30Myth of MothertonguesPart 2:Primary languages in place of mother tongues (words 1168)<br /><br /><br />Change of mindsets, a global requirement: If, with Konkani as their mother tongue Goans have kept their identity alive through tumultuous 5 centuries as a Portuguese colony and later during the period 1961-1985, when its viability as an independent state wasat stake, it has been now another debate. This outlines the struggle between emerging futuristic aspirations of a vibrant society and rooting for identity in chaotic globalization, springing up not just in case of Konkani but amongst all other Indian languages, too.<br />This is a larger issue of opening avenues of progress with wider horizons, where English rules supreme; diverse socio-economics, two world wars and the post war meteoric progress in science &technology have resulted in this situation. Britain itself might have never planned or visualized such turn of events. Even in Balkan countries such as Sweden, which has never been under British Crown, English or French are compulsory second languages, however, most students choose English. This is remarkable because the European Union as such has been formally announced only about 10 years back. An argument often forwarded in India in defence of education in mother tongue has been of China, Japan and Russia amongst others who educate their children in their own Languages. But all these countries have been following this practice since early times, especially much before the Second World War. This period of mid twentieth century has become crucial not purely because of the war itself, but, during this era there was another explosion with far reaching ramifications than a nuclear bomb. It is primarily in the field of the information technology, and added to it are the developments in science & technology, economic implements and global societal developments as never before in the history of mankind. All these avenues function through English.<br />Freedom and aspirations: These developments have been decisive for native world languages because soon after the WW-II, old European colonies attained self rule and hundreds of millions of impoverished and illiterate people in these societies suddenly had to fend for themselves, from governing their fledgling nations, feeding their hungry poor to educating them. With prima facie social security, and food in the stomach, aspirations in no time started waking up in the breast of the ambitious modern man. This is exactly what freedom is all about! <br />To manage the issues involved, the United Nations, established after the WW-II, assumed the moral responsibilities of guiding these vulnerable democracies through their nascent days. Even though the Allies during the war, mainly US and UK, were English speaking countries, to provide education in English to hundreds of millions was beyond the infrastructural capabilities of UN which was itself quite unsteady at that time. Besides, selection of mother tongue as a medium of instruction was a matter of common sense and a readymade workforce for imparting education was available in almost all these countries. An offshoot of freedom in most colonies has been a surging sense of patriotism almost as a delayed passive response against the just overthrown colonial suppression. And what could be better way than through one’s own mother tongue, which is intrinsic to human communications. The mother tongue protagonists appeared on national scenes in every region especially in a country such as India, which was culturally more advanced than many other newly formed nations. To support or speak in colonial languages such as English became a sign of betrayal to ones mother land and its freedom fighters.<br />In Goa, similar to rest of India, this tussle has predictably coursed into a fight between mother tongue protagonists versus parents of young children who demand the choice of ‘sky is the limit’ prospects for their wards. Unfortunately for children, the parents do not have an organization to put their cases across, whereas the language groups are well organized and can pressurize governments. However, if the language groups and governments insist upon education through mother tongue, almost each one of their leaders and anybody else who can send their own children to English medium schools does so. Even during peak Marathi vs Konkani strife,in throughout ‘70s and ‘80s Maharashtrians in Goa sent their children to English medium schools when excellent Marathi medium schools were being run in all towns of Goa. This exposes the hypocrisy of mother tongue lovers.<br />As India's Supreme Court (SC) has said on July 21, 2009, it is parent's right to decide the medium of education and not any language protagonist. SC said if mother-tongue is sought to be imposed on the students, it would only further aggravate the problems of those studying in villages. “Otherwise, students from villages can’t compete with their peers in urban areas,” the Bench observed.<br />The phrase ‘mother tongue’ gets flaunted very carelessly but without any rigorous definition. Dictionaries all agree on one point, the language is spoken since childhood and not necessarily from mother. The matter is best resolved by science.<br />Brain research to help: Typically, science does not use the arguable word mother tongue, but mentions it as ‘early languages’ or better still, ‘primary’ languages’. These are languages learnt before the age of around seven, in whichever environment, in family, school or neighbourhood, but for all of them human brain forms a primary language center. The later languages learnt in years such as 10 or upwards have a separate secondary language center formed in our brains. Science does not make an issue of number of languages, but it says there could be even four or five primary languages (read mother tongues). These researches were done with a state-of-the art tool very popular with modern brain scientists and called functional MRI or f-MRI. Nature (vol. 388, p 171). The results cast doubts on the very concept of mother tongue as a single holy language. Besides the work in science & technology and its well accepted perception of primary and secondary languages, a simple observation around will guarantee that people who knew number of languages since childhood owing to transfer of their parents, or else, have done excellently in a very different language in higher education. In the end, what is the number and diversity of vocabulary offered by each of the varied mother tongues in India? The crux of the matter is do not limit your child to only one language even in school. Reading books in the language is many times more important than simply learning it on mother’s laps.<br />A mother tongue is an emotional issue embedded in human psyche. Working in a truly multi linguistic, multi caste-religious organization I was surprised to observe that mother tongue transcends caste and religious boundaries even within varying rungs of professional hierarchy. To communicate is an inborn need of all life forms at their own levels of evolution but most clearly it has been of humans, who may proficiently converse in many different languages with equal fluency.<br />Identity, aspirations and education: In summary, keep up the identity, but let education be according to parent’s choice and child’s talents.<br /> ****<br />Published in Herald of January 26, 2011<br />Kalidas Sawkar<br />9158985758Kalidashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07812283353294260788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865512832314749575.post-39848924763646192452011-02-11T18:28:00.002+05:302011-02-11T18:59:35.384+05:30Kaliyug ki kahaniaNipping terrorism in the bud(submitted to 'Paths of Wisdom' in Harald)<br /><br />By...Kalidas Sawkar<br /><br /><br />Child woke up a little late in the day and feeling hungry started walking towards the kitchen. It was a big family and all the people were busy with their day’s chores. Hearing the cries, family members were telling one another to look after the child. The passing buck did not stop. Getting hunger pains the child started crying and then screaming. A woman came to help and said soothing words to child but they were not sufficient to douse the fire of hunger. Child was given a ball to play. He took it up and threw away. The ball hit a window pane followed by the noise of cracking glass. People scurried and brought food for the child.<br />The next day the story repeated itself. But now, the child had learnt its lesson with previous experience. Today, no ball was required, the little human understood important thing was to break glass. Seeing no food forthcoming, it looked around and found a small steel cup close by. Inspired by previous lesson, it bent forward and lifted up the metal cup and went to hurl it at the window.<br />Suddenly he felt lifted up and clasped in a warm embrace, with soothing words springing from his grandmothers lips. In between hugs and kisses she started scolding those around to get him food. Feeding the child grandmother told it how Lord Krishna was as prankster and how he became so good that when he grew up people called him a God.<br />This boy, too, grew up and became a good man, at the least, remembering and appreciating his grandmother lovingly feeding him.<br /><br /><br />Kaliyug ki kahaniaKalidashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07812283353294260788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865512832314749575.post-22558413558494832172010-05-03T23:39:00.001+05:302010-05-03T23:44:23.147+05:30Upshots of terrorismUpshots of terrorism: Moshe and Kasab<br /><br /><br />The events of 2009 Mumbai attacks unfolding before my eyes, via television channels, reminded me, in context, of the famous lines from the play Hamlet, ‘Look here upon this picture and on this, a counterfeit presentment of two....’ persons involved in the same Mumbai terror attack. Moshe and Kasab, two paradoxical upshots of the same fateful event, terrorism! One had lost and was searching helplessly for his mother killed in the event; the other was pining for his mother during incarceration for committing the ghoulish act along with other perpetrators. One, innocence personified getting tainted with the macabre event at age two; and another, a morbid personality, who has grown into twenties remembers his mother like a child during his interrogation by anti-terror squad! Both belong to two religions each with diehard qualities, its extent sometimes looking incongruous to the world in modern age with developments in societal thoughts.<br /><br />The real issue here is how these two personalities separated by thousands of kilometers were intertwined with atrocious results by the admixture of religion and politics. Is it possible to untangle the issues without referring to Moshe and Kasab or the two religions and pan out societal forces trying stone age methodologies with modern means to settle archaic scores?<br /><br /><br />Moshe would remember, probably forever, that on the eve of his 2nd birthday both his parents were gunned down for no fault except that they were Jewish preachers taking care of their brethren in a tightly knit religious community. Considering the strong bond amongst their community and the history lending its own characteristic ignominious support, Moshe would not be allowed to forget easily that his parents had been brutally shot dead with him screaming, sitting on his haunches by their dead bodies, trying to make sense of the senseless world around.<br /><br />If Moshe has his life ruined for him, Kasab’s would be none the better for what he could anticipate for himself with present relations between India and Pakistan as they are. At individual level, Kasab’s case seems comparable with any irresolvable historical event of the world dominated by heady mixture of religion and politics. But for the world run by either religion or politics or their mixture, Kasab is now just an identity to bandy around, not even a hypothetical soul, without caring for his physical self. Ostensible religious preaching unto him promised heavens if he would do his duty, (a la Bhagvat Gita!) but he has found himself in environments worst than purgatory. If he is let out, there are diverse groups both in India and Pakistan who want to deny him even a simple existence. Irony, eh!<br /><br /><br />In societal framework Governments are comparable with a father as a provider in the family while religion nurses the emotional growth as a mother would do for her children. In any country in any times, a lopsided Government developing specific regions and its people is planning for unrest; so does any religious group, in any times, preaching hatred directly or subtly through some aphorisms is blasphemizing itself. Kasab grew in a very poor family in this globalized world with four other siblings. The hierarchy of his religion encouraged outnumbering followers of other faiths but ignored providing the daily bread for hungry mouths and care for empty minds in their own clan. In fact, empty minds were painfully encouraged to set up devil’s workshop into them. Kasab is a product of this admixture of religion and politics and with his failed mission to Jannat has ended in life that is more tragic than death.<br /><br />It would be interesting to know what thoughts must be fleeting through the minds of Islamic people, especially in countries such as Pakistan, and those under the rule of Taliban and Al Qaida. Do they feel an acute pain of being neglected and wretched just as a beggar’s child would when it comes across one happy with life’s comforts all around? It is easy to see terrible pain in one eye and dream in another rapidly interchanging their places when it sees another child with sweets and toys. Kasab felt the same as he was growing up with media glaring the fun of being alive and here he was being brainwashed into considering the terror whirlpool his way to end the beautiful life that one gets only once…only to get a hypothetical heaven after the gory death.<br /><br />Moshe’s life has got scripted as an antonym for Kasab’s up to this point. But, what is the next act for Moshe? Perhaps even their later parts may extrapolate this trend. His grandfather has drawn plans for him to continue in his father’s footsteps! Possibly, he may turn a composer, a scientist or an artist, life is yet an uncharted journey for him!<br /><br /> The remainder for the society of all terrorism acts is why? We know how, what and who of terrorism? But the social hierarchy evades the issue of what makes terrorism thrive? Perhaps it has itself to blame. If one considers irresponsible governance by the political system then Naxalism, ULFA and unrest in India and elsewhere in the world could be understood and resolved. Lack of rational and worldly education and sustainable development with bleak future to stare at, encourages explosive minds. Nobody wants to break away from U.S., the land of opportunities!<br /><br />A police officer friend tells me that some of the worst antisocial elements in Mumbai hail from economically poor parts of India.<br /><br />------------------------------------------------------------------------<br />[Published in “oHeraldo” a newspaper in Goa, India]<br /><br />Kalidas Sawkar<br />k.sawkar@rediffmail.com 9158985758Kalidashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07812283353294260788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865512832314749575.post-11394042340895904962009-07-28T19:13:00.003+05:302010-04-04T10:36:45.864+05:30Let microsoft Word BeLet Microsoft Word be<br /><br /><br />As a kid I desisted from writing even my homework. I just did not feel like taking the plunge. Reason was simple, my handwriting was bad. Except my mother, nobody including me, my teachers and fellow students who during examinations peeped over my shoulders liked my hand writing. There was one more reason; I change my mind all too often. Nobody calls me a thinker, but if someone wants to count re-thinkers they could start with me. With both these specifics a write up on paper in ink would possibly resemble one of the indecipherable scripts of Palaeolithic period. My dear mother, once, after I had finished my school work gave a long look at it and softly suggested me to use slate. What she actually meant was that I should first write on a slate and then the finished matter could be rewritten on paper. What she did not anticipate was that in this 'Hyper Text Transfer Protocol', the error would be multiplying like a virus in a PC.<br /><br />To err is human and to prove we are humans we unerringly keep on erring. This has only resulted in making us so extremely human that we have started liking animals more than man; do ask PETA people! Back on track, we do repent many a times, for having said a bad word or doing a wrong deed and we do like to undo the already done thing. However the famous saying says it all…’An abuse showered (remember the election speeches), AK 47 opened (here Kasab may agree with me) or time wasted (not proposing, not kissing!) can not be undone. And, then, we do like to redo the things as well, for example, to kiss more passionately, et cetera!<br /><br />However, I am happy to say now, all this belongs to the past. One of the best things to have happened in recent times (approximately 100,000 years) to the world of illegibility is Bill Gates. His coming made the difference. Bill Gates while programming Microsoft Word seems to have decided to undo all the inadequacies God had mischievously inserted while making Adam, Eve and their multiple copies.<br /><br />If, in the past, writing has been a dirty job for me, calculation is confounding even today. Fish and vegetable vendors do it effortlessly while I look at them with my mouth agape. However, here Word has its sibling, the Microsoft Excel which could help me do a multinationals accounts files with ease and flourish. Besides the corrections for my inadequacies, there are a lot of kindnesses one gets showered with from Gates. Write on a new Microsoft Document, Dear Kalidas, and miraculously the Word prompts you ‘if you are writing a letter and would like assistance’. Everything done so politely you need not turn pink or crimson. No great favours you see, it all comes as blessings with the faith in B. Gates.<br /><br /><br />There is no wonder then that I am very faithful to Mr. Gates and his Microsoft Word; and is it evolving! There are versions updated frequently whenever new programming is learnt from environmental inputs. Mr. Gates though, has his own rivals in software business and they are very passionate in evil way about it as well. Remember the devil’s work in the Garden of Eden? Here, there was a salesman selling rival product and me sipping coffee together when I asked him if he is against Gates. He cried, “Me, I would like to kill Bill”. If this particular Bill was to be the 10 Rupees for our coffees I would have scarcely objected, but, no! It was Bill, the Gates. It is now, for me to take up cudgels to protect his ‘Word’, which I do.<br /><br /><br />Knowledge is something that in India we hold precious; may be more than even gold. We like neither to share it nor instruct about it. I have spent long time, period, or may be era requesting self claimed experts to teach me composing simple text on PC much before Microsoft Word came to be. Now with Word, I only had to stick my bums to the chair, start clicking and the knowledge comes down in cascades telling you whatever is to be done to make you wise. Or, you may fearlessly make others wise to your brainy inspirations.<br /><br /><br />Knowledge is again what it is all about, the word in writing or reading, acquiring and distributing. And, there I wish I could undo my very birth year and redo it so that when the Word came to be I would be about 10 years old. I still remember in sixties, I was a scourge with my parents, relatives, and teachers; I was scouring libraries in Mapusa in search of knowledge of various kinds to sate my appetite. My curiosity ranged in subjects from erotics to aesthetics and metaphysics, literature and Science. As a 15 year old, I was futilely hunting for information on Fibonacci numbers. I was also deeply perplexed about Buddhism and Jainism, two mighty religions whose beginnings school text books eulogize but are conspicuously silent about their later day stupefying fate. The information came to me only when the Word came to be.<br /><br />The world’s oldest man, a veteran of WW I has said today, ‘let there be one nation’. India’s very own Rabindranath Tagore says it all”…Where Knowledge is free, where the world has not been broken up into fragments…”<br /><br /><br /><br />Published in ‘The Herald’, dated July 28, 2009<br /><br />Kalidas Sawkar<br />Panaji, Goa<br />9420975758<br /><a href="mailto:kalidas.sawkar@gmail.com">kalidas.sawkar@gmail.com</a>Kalidashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07812283353294260788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865512832314749575.post-88668055762863517832009-05-05T12:03:00.000+05:302009-05-05T12:06:21.177+05:30An ode to taverns of Goa“An ode to taverns of Goa”<br /><br /><br />‘Mai, Pai ani Bhurgim’ (Mom, pop and the brats) could be an apt title for a tiatro (play) based on Goa’s traditional bars, for, in most cases, the whole concept of these alcohol-dispensing water holes in Goa is founded on family. This is not a tribute to the significance of family module in taverns of Goa, but it exists even in Europe. “Many a man who thinks to found a home discovers that he has merely opened a tavern for his friends”. This was opined by Norman Douglas, writer of ‘South Seas’ (1917). If a Kudd in Mumbai can be a home away from home to Goemkars, a tavern is a home close-by home for them as well. This family environs sometimes gets incorporated even in names of the tavernas. If one comes across a taverna named ‘marina’, it is not in declaration of love of the sea, but most probably is named after Maria and Inacio! Somewhere I have read a name marIIna! Obviously, both Maria and Inacio were possessive of the ‘I’ factor.<br /><br />My own family abhorred drinking and I used to turn my head away as I walked down the road to my school in Mapusa passing by a boulevard of taverns! It dawned upon me after some time that I was getting a pain in the neck with its constant half-revolutions. It was then that I decided to catch the bull by the horns as they say and entered a tavern, to have a Coke! The Coke became spirited much later on, but I never appreciated the true value of the tavernas of Goa until I happened to visit Amchi Mumbai and needed some refreshments. The story was repeated in many other regions in India. The taverna ambience was notable by its absence there; the seedy looking characters gulping in a mortal hurry what seemed to be a diluted cobra juice could simply not be compared with a Goemkar having his nourishments at his leisure. In fact, elsewhere, except in Goa, they really do not know how to drink or to even serve a drink! They look more guilty than AA tribe.<br /><br />A tavern of Goa is an institution by itself, its ambience unparalleled and the feeling of getting tranquilized a bit is unbeatable. A typical Goan taverna gets started in a village when diminishing returns of income are overtaken by the growing family needs, and the thought wafts around that a few extra bucks could come handy. With some space made available within the house and someone to look after the customers, the tavern gets launched. A mai or an uncle is as indispensable part of the venture as alcoholic drinks; a hired help is unheard of in taverns. It serves usually grams, bhetki (pickled raw mangoes) or dry mackerel as accompaniments to drinks, but sometimes, a special customer is favoured with a small portion of a dish prepared for lunch or dinner for the family (“Just for taste, OK?”). Most popular drink in a tavern is naturally fenny brewed from cashew apples or coconut palms, with an unhurried munching of the village gossip. More than from an alcohol, warmth in taverns flows from candid discussions on miseries of health and affairs of the heart. <br /><br />That, ‘all things good must come to end’ had supposedly first occurred to the English poet Chaucer many centuries ago. Anything that lasts so long has to have some substance in it! The tavernas of Goa are slowly losing out on the fierce cut-throat competition of the short-cuts approach. With mai, pai and uncle passing away, the family ambience gets disappeared and so does the setting. The gen-next has replaced the old world languor with ‘luv’ for the fast buck, a ‘on the house’ customer sometimes doubling as waiter with a hired help who stares at you unnecessarily and screws its eyes when one orders for good old fenny. These are the times for whisky or a shandy (beer mixed with fizz drink)!<br /><br />But the idea has caught on…In recent times a few metamorphosed<br />taverns have come up, though with modern concepts such as doing away with the conjoint names of the parents. One simply named ‘Ernesto’s’ at Clube Vasco da Gama in Panaji is another such watering hole where the European concept of a club restaurant including Goan + International menu blends easily with the amiability of tavernas. The ‘Viva Panjim’ in Panjim’s ‘Latino Quarter’ actually gives you home brewed caju fenny and the food masala is ground by the youthful incarnation of old mai! A petite closet, ‘The High Tide Bar’ at Goa’s pet starred hotel, the Mandovi, offers cosiness that is to be experienced to be believed. It has an unobtrusive extension to balcony, which overlooks the river alongside, offering instant cure for claustrophobic customers. This starred bar has none of the frugal simplicity of old tavernas but it disproves the notion that plush locales cannot achieve that same effect if comfy sense and skilful décor is used. In this case it is indeed aided by scenic beauty; the scene reminds me of Lisboa!<br /><br />The environs in these 21st millennium joints is as amiable as one could get in modern age and importantly, the managements seem to understand your idiosyncrasies with a large margin for whimsy days.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(Published in Herald of March 3, 2009)<br /><br />Kalidas Sawkar<br /><br />11, Singbal Bldg. Tonca, Caranzalem Panaji Goa<br />9420975758, <a href="mailto:k.sawkar@rediffmail.com">k.sawkar@rediffmail.com</a>Kalidashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07812283353294260788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865512832314749575.post-23097068694566574862009-04-28T16:53:00.000+05:302009-04-28T16:55:07.409+05:30Who’s afraid of word-games?<br /><br /><br />Well, presently, many Indian politicians and other individuals do!<br /><br /><br />‘Can we have our own Obama’ is the buzz question doing rounds in the last few months not in India alone but elsewhere in the world, too! But, in the Indian environs, it seems to be quite a fanciful and paradoxical verbalization. In this regard, the frivolous manner of ejaculating the name Mayawati after she had candidly declared her ambitions of becoming PM indicates the scorn of some reputed TV anchors, politicians and many others in the country. But, what really does ‘doing an Obama’ connote in India?<br /><br />By now, everybody knows that Obama is an African origin guy born as Muslim in the U.S., but is now a Catholic and whose father was a Muslim born in Kenya but later turned an atheist. Obama has a few religious and atheistic indoctrinations imparted unto him and has grown up in a host of cultural set ups including that of Indonesia, a country which proclaims its official religion as Islam. He also has half brothers who are Muslims living in Kenya, not as brothers of powerful people in India would live but as rural people of Kenya do! Academically, the man’s (Obama’s) genome and psychology could exemplify in a singular manner who’s who of multi cultural multi racial humans that we all are, whether obviously or imperceptibly, whether Indians or Americans; and, whether we like it or not!<br /><br />However, can India have its own Obama?<br /><br /><br />The situations in US and India are worth a comparison, quite but not very. In both countries global migrations have been dominating the demographic contours, but whereas America’s own cultural and ethnic diversity is about 500 years old, India’s stretches back to 10000 years. Another important difference is that US ethnic diversity has remained observably identifiable to even one ignorant of anthropology or sociology. Each emigrating wave to US has yet kept its identity distinct from the rest of the opportunity seekers arriving on its lands. But struggle for achievement of their American dream makes these diversities fuse into a singular no-nonsense community with no-cultural-hang-ups in their approach toward it. The subconscious instincts may remain intact into where they belong to, the subconscious, but the force of the rapids like American work culture throws these appendages to the winds. People who cling to their native idiosyncrasies find their own shores back, in due time.<br /><br />On the other hand, considering even a rigid caste system and not so unbending classes, the evolving Indian society over its 10000 year turbulent history has turned ethnically into a wholesome society; though not so culturally.<br /><br /><br />This essay intends not to get lost in individualities of aspirants for the power but analyze and compare mindsets of the voting communities in the two countries. Who did Indians in the US support in the recent elections, Obama or the one that lost the elections? They supported the one who they thought would be looking after their interests. It did not matter to the cultural high and mighty that their candidate happened to be of African origins, a black, with principles of a few religions imbibed into him including one from Islam. In India, Sonia, a woman, a Catholic turned Hindu, an Italian married and naturalized as Indian citizen, a duly elected parliamentarian is dreaded to the extent that late Mr. Pramod Mahajan even declared in 2004 that not her, not Priyanka, but not even Priyanka’s children be allowed to become PM.<br /><br />The focus is not on Mayawati or Sonia Gandhi, but on the inertia of the Indian thinking mind. The comments heaped on Ms. Gandhi by her detractors do not reflect on her leadership qualities, but hark upon her birth-place, gender, and dynasty. These are irrationalities unfit for a nation believing they can send a man on moon. In a hundred years of Congress, only Sonia could discipline mavericks in her party. To my mind, her real contribution to party, its voters and the Indian polity has been a practical, and yet, a positive approach in dealing with national issues. There is no emotional hype, personal enmity, revengeful approach, quixotic claims and a sickening obsession with the past.<br /><br />Mayawati, a Dalit woman on the other hand has shown political astuteness, boldness and a vision of inclusivity in coaxing higher castes into her favored vote-bank. Her vision has depth of bird’s eye view that is incomprehensible to most of her countrymen. The result, Mayavati won UP elections thumbs down against all political odds including a resurging Congress. Under the circumstances, deriding Mayawati’s ambitions apart, a public sneer and its acceptance of that interprets as sub-conscious reaction of the representative classes. One meets Indians applauding US voters for electing Barack Obama as their President, but, where home elections are concerned look down and say furtively, this is a different case altogether.<br /><br /><br />The Indian scene has one more parameter, I believe! The incomparable duo of Sonia and Maya share a common and age old Indian handicap. The gender bias against women is a classic discriminatory approach medieval societies employed to control their flock. In India we have gone a bit too far; we have even women doubting another woman’s capabilities.<br /><br />It is sheer coincidence that the ending of the name Obama starts names of the two Indian women whose approach is scaring their opponents. Now, would it be O-ba- Ma-yawati or O-ba-Ma-ino? The word game with Obama may not end here. On a smaller scale, but would be epochal if realized, O-ba-Ma-mata in West Bengal poses a threat to other medieval ideologues, communists of India, who seem to be a bit confused in the present times, to say the least. Another interesting semantics, ba in Obama means ma, mother in many, especially western Indian languages. So, O ma ma and Ma ma ta meaningfully rhyme together.<br /><br /><br />Would the Indian society, for the society it has to be, then, reengineer its psychology and bring in the change?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Kalidas Sawkar<br />9420975758, <a href="mailto:k.sawkar@rediffmail.com">k.sawkar@rediffmail.com</a>Kalidashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07812283353294260788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865512832314749575.post-91435066818319556912009-04-25T17:28:00.001+05:302009-04-25T17:31:53.283+05:30Thru the tears in two eyesThru the tears in two eyes (collection of thoughts: 26-29 Nov 2008, Mumbai attacks)<br /><br />Dear Moshe, and… well, Kasab!<br /><br />Dear Moshe, you are two years old. The eve of your every future birthday will remind you that that was the day when you lost your parents with you hardly on your feet. You were more like a fledgling animal tottering on fours trying to make sense of the senseless world around. Why the hell did you lose them?<br /><br />Kasab, you are in your twenties, and in a way, you too, have lost your parents for all practical purposes. You have lost your country, too, for all practical purposes, again; just think of what they would do to you if you insist on going back to Pakistan. You do have your life with you, as well, but what a cursed life it appears to be; all because you thought a short cut is the best way to life’s aspirations.<br /><br />A look at the lives of Moshe and you, puts in my mind a phrase from the play Hamlet, ‘Look here upon this picture and on this, a counterfeit presentment of two..’ persons involved in the same Mumbai terror attack. You two are the opposite sides of the same spectrum that is terror, a skirmish of religious antagonism. Moshe has at least his grandfather, an old one, but still of his own flesh and blood, and a whole nation, his motherland, where fraternity is not just a lip service, who would help him grow big. He has something more, a very special relationship with India, whose heart is as big as its land, water and space above it, irrespective of the multitudes of religions it sports, including Islam. Kasab, on the other hand, you are the true loser, you say you followed Islam, but followed terrorism under its guise. You have lost everything for which your mother birthed you. As a mother is to a family and the child, religion should be to its society. The events in Mumbai should prove to you the difference between your kind of religion and your mother. It is doubtful, if your father is alive or not, the fate of your siblings, and if alive, the quality of life they would lead. The father in a family stands for the government, the provider, so his charges have proper livelihood. It has all been done away with, after you rejected a single piece of advice your mother bestowed upon your head when you wanted her blessings; but, you accepted the formula of hatred, that too, of another religion. It is quite ironical that you, too, have another kind of special relationship with India, one opposite to that Moshe has. Not only have the people of other religions but Indians following your own faith have denounced your kind of Jihad. I have mentioned above about the heart of India. This is, because the daughter of a brave and dutiful man whom you killed said you should not be killed in retaliation. Killing you would kill only one terrorist, but to change your ideology so that ideology of terrorism is changed and this would result in no more Kasabs and even Moshes. No more mothers losing their children and children losing their parents, families getting devastated and vacuums implanted in the families; all due to the warped ways religions are preached and get people to follow them. A religion which spews hatred is not a religion. This was the message given by Islamic people of India when you were being interrogated. The Bakr-Eid this year was a sad affair for them all. This could be the experience of your family as well. See, what your Jihad has resulted into. Just as a proverbial father would send his erring son out of the house rather than taking care of the aspirations of his progeny, the Government of your country is taking continuingly wrong steps refusing to own you up! It does not even want to give a decent burial to your partners who are dead and were led similarly along the wrong path by you own people. That is the religion and that is the government for perpetrators of terrorism. If you have not paid for your crimes, you are assured of not Jannat but Jahannum. Even against the will of this large hearted country, you are assured of suffering right here on mother Earth, in Pakistan, too.<br /><br />And, Moshe, when you grow big, return to Mumbai, stay at Taj Hotel…as a great scientist just as Einstein was or a great artist, a composer, a philosopher! When you sigh, while reminiscing over the expanse of the Arabian Sea it would be a fine response to aspirations your parents had for you.<br /><br />With blessings to both<br /><br /><br /><br />Kalidas Sawkar<br /><br /><br />--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Kalidas Sawkar<br />93420975758<br /><a href="mailto:k.sawkar@rediffmail.com">k.sawkar@rediffmail.com</a>, <a href="mailto:kalidas.sawkar@gmail.com">kalidas.sawkar@gmail.com</a><br /><br /><br /><br />11, Singbal Bldg.<br />Tonca-Caranzalem, GoaKalidashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07812283353294260788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865512832314749575.post-15342949145369427622009-03-27T13:11:00.002+05:302011-05-03T12:36:43.069+05:30अन ओदे तो तवेर्नस ऑफ़ Goa<div>Tavernas and other watering holes of Goa<br /><br /><br /><br />‘Mai, Pai ani Bhurgim’ (Mom, pop and the brats) could be an apt title for a tiatro (play) based on Goa’s traditional bars, for, in most cases, the whole concept of these alcohol-dispensing water holes in Goa is founded on family. This is not a tribute to the significance of family module in taverns of Goa, but it exists even in Europe. “Many a man who thinks to found a home discovers that he has merely opened a tavern for his friends”. This was opined by Norman Douglas, writer of ‘South Seas’ (1917). If a Kudd in Mumbai can be a home away from home to Goemkars, a tavern is a home close-by home for them as well. This family environs sometimes gets incorporated even in names of the tavernas. If one comes across a taverna named ‘marina’, it is not in declaration of love of the sea, but most probably is named after Maria and Inacio! Somewhere I have read a name marIIna! Obviously, both Maria and Inacio were possessive of the ‘I’ factor.<br /><br />My own family abhorred drinking and I used to turn my head away as I walked down the road to my school in Mapusa passing by a boulevard of taverns! It dawned upon me after some time that I was getting a pain in the neck with its constant half-revolutions. It was then that I decided to catch the bull by the horns as they say and entered a tavern, to have a Coke! The Coke became spirited much later on, but I never appreciated the true value of the tavernas of Goa until I happened to visit Amchi Mumbai and needed some refreshments. The story was repeated in many other regions in India. The taverna ambience was notable by its absence there; the seedy looking characters gulping in a mortal hurry what seemed to be a diluted cobra juice could simply not be compared with a Goemkar having his nourishments at his leisure. In fact, elsewhere, except in Goa, they really do not know how to drink or to even serve a drink! They look more guilty than AA tribe.<br /><br />A tavern of Goa is an institution by itself, its ambience unparalleled and the feeling of getting tranquilized a bit is unbeatable. A typical Goan taverna gets started in a village when diminishing returns of income are overtaken by the growing family needs, and the thought wafts around that a few extra bucks could come handy. With some space made available within the house and someone to look after the customers, the tavern gets launched. A mai or an uncle is as indispensable part of the venture as alcoholic drinks; a hired help is unheard of in taverns. It serves usually grams, bhetki (pickled raw mangoes) or dry mackerel as accompaniments to drinks, but sometimes, a special customer is favoured with a small portion of a dish prepared for lunch or dinner for the family (“Just for taste, OK?”). Most popular drink in a tavern is naturally fenny brewed from cashew apples or coconut palms, with an unhurried munching of the village gossip. More than from an alcohol, warmth in taverns flows from candid discussions on miseries of health and affairs of the heart. <br /><br />That, ‘all things good must come to end’ had supposedly first occurred to the English poet Chaucer many centuries ago. Anything that lasts so long has to have some substance in it! The tavernas of Goa are slowly losing out on the fierce cut-throat competition of the short-cuts approach. With mai, pai and uncle passing away, the family ambience gets disappeared and so does the setting. The gen-next has replaced the old world languor with ‘luv’ for the fast buck, a ‘on the house’ customer sometimes doubling as waiter with a hired help who stares at you unnecessarily and screws its eyes when one orders for good old fenny. These are the times for whisky or a shandy (beer mixed with fizz drink)!<br /><br />But the idea has caught on…In recent times a few metamorphosed<br />taverns have come up, though with modern concepts such as doing away with the conjoint names of the parents. One simply named ‘Ernesto’s’ at Clube Vasco da Gama in Panaji is another such watering hole where the European concept of a club restaurant including Goan + International menu blends easily with the amiability of tavernas. The ‘Viva Panjim’ in Panjim’s ‘Latino Quarter’ actually gives you home brewed caju fenny and the food masala is ground by the youthful incarnation of old mai! A petite closet, ‘The High Tide Bar’ at Goa’s pet starred hotel, the Mandovi, offers cosiness that is to be experienced to be believed. It has an unobtrusive extension to balcony, which overlooks the river alongside, offering instant cure for claustrophobic customers. This starred bar has none of the frugal simplicity of old tavernas but it disproves the notion that plush locales cannot achieve that same effect if comfy sense and skilful décor is used. In this case it is indeed aided by scenic beauty; the scene reminds me of Lisboa!<br /><br />The environs in these 21st millennium joints is as amiable as one could get in modern age and importantly, the managements seem to understand your idiosyncrasies with a large margin for whimsy days.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />(Published in Herald of March 3, 2009)<br /><br />Kalidas Sawkar<br /><br />11, Singbal Bldg. Tonca, Caranzalem Panaji Goa<br />9420975758, <a href="mailto:k.sawkar@rediffmail.com">k.sawkar@rediffmail.com</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Kalidashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07812283353294260788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865512832314749575.post-91455267920888241102009-03-27T13:03:00.000+05:302011-05-03T12:36:43.074+05:30Tandoolword<div></div>Kalidashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07812283353294260788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865512832314749575.post-7552942841599309972009-03-27T11:17:00.000+05:302011-05-03T12:36:43.082+05:30<div> </div>Kalidashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07812283353294260788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865512832314749575.post-80572428014335534162009-03-03T19:12:00.003+05:302011-05-03T12:36:43.089+05:30The soul of a Goan lies in fishThe soul of a Goan lies in fish
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<br />Parshuram, one of the incarnations of Lord Vishnu is supposed to have shot his arrow and created the land of Goa on the western side of India and protected Vedas living there by sustaining himself mostly on fish. I generally don’t approve of Parshuram as he had beheaded his mother upon his father’s orders, but this story of him creating Goa and living on fish as much as I do, in my mind, transferred the major blame of his matricide on his father. Downwards of Parshuram, [as in my case] fish enters a Goan baby’s life, all of it a few months, with simple word ‘meme’ [both ‘me’s to be pronounced as in men with second m a bit nasal], and the baby gets hooked for life. As the baby would grow older, turns into an adult and then gets on with years, for medical reasons, may be advised not to drink milk, but never not to eat (boiled) fish. Only option left would be to put the miserable person on intravenous drips.
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<br />Many non-Goans do not understand the affinity of locals towards fish. A typical Goan declaration is ‘if you want to insult a Goan in a simple way, invite him/her for dinner and don’t serve fish’. Most Goan Hindu families do not eat non-vegetarian food during the days of religious functions, but later, with gusto, would arrange a lunch or a dinner where the main item would be fish, not even chicken or mutton. This applies even for Ganesh celebrations, a much-cherished festival for Goans. Many Hindu families get mackerels and cook and keep them in an outhouse for consuming immediately after the immersion of Ganesh on the last day of the festival. Mackerels do hold a place of gastronomical appreciation on this particular occasion. Umpteen times I have heard elders in the family during Ganesh days looking inquisitively at catholic neighbours returning from market with a ‘poti’ in hand. Knowing fully well they would still ask, ‘Kitem hadlem re’. The good neighbour would smile mischievously, ‘Kay na, tumi khay naat tem aayj ani fallyam.’ Rubbing the salt on tormented soul, he would continue, ‘Bangde, best asaat, savvay!’
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<br />For some people, the variety in seafood gets over with prawns, pomfrets or king fish; one may, as an afterthought, add crabs to the list, but there are more than 30 types of fish normally eaten in Goa, each having its own characteristic taste. It is said that fruits of labour taste sweet. Nothing could be truer than when dealing with fish, those with a lot of thorns or of smaller size taste better than other varieties. My friend from Belgaum would wholeheartedly agree to this. He once tasted in Sanvordem the fish curry made from nano (tiny) fish called ‘motyalim’ meaning pearly. The shining fish is so small that it cannot be cleaned or cooked individually. As a result, one just washes them in bulk and if fried or curried, eats them in bunches. The taste is divine. The friend added with righteous anger after devouring the meal, “why the xxxx Panaji restaurants do not prepare such lovely curry, ‘motyalim’ are so easily available, no?” I didn’t understand why he should be angry with me for idiotic management of Panaji restaurant guys.
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<br />Really, the truth is that most restaurants in Mapusa, Panaji or Margao make a mockery of that delectable dish called fish-curry. Usual practice in most of these is to simply prepare a general sauce of little coconut, slight onion and lot of turmeric and add to it whatever fish is available in the market. Sometimes, even the head of a big fish serves the purpose. Ask a Goan connoisseur, and you will get to hear that when fish curry is being prepared, the aroma emanating from the kitchen should tell you which fish is being curried. So prepared, curry has to have spices and other ingredients specific for the type of fish used. Unfortunately, restaurants while preparing curry with sardines or mackerels have started using tomatoes in place of trifala, a dark green coloured pea shaped, strongly, very strongly flavoured spice, which grows on a thorny tree. [Unfortunately, I have not seen this tree, too, in recent years, may be its ghost lies under some concrete somewhere; tomatoes can grow in colonies of balconies, can’t they!]
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<br />In childhood fairy tales, the soul of the beautiful princess could be kept in a parrot on an island; if so, the heart of a Goan would be in a fish, well, any seafood. Take your pick, but mine would be in an oyster, a rock oyster. Take care, an oyster should never be bitten with cruel teeth. One should play with it, live, with tongue. You would never know when it possesses your full mouth and slips inside you. That, I think, is the celebrated union of the body and soul!
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<br />Amen!
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<br />Published in the Times of India, Goa edition, 1 June 2008
<br />Kalidas Sawkar
<br />11, Singbal bldg. Tonca, Caranzalem, Goa-403002
<br />9420975758 <a href="mailto:k.sawkar@rediffmail.com">k.sawkar@rediffmail.com</a>
<br />Kalidashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07812283353294260788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4865512832314749575.post-32610814696171942942009-03-03T19:02:00.002+05:302009-03-03T19:06:41.917+05:30Daryaacho GaaazDaryacho gaaz<br /><br /><br /><br />There is no clear-cut reason why I should have started reminiscing about folk culture in Goa of my childhood! The inspiration might have come from the sea at Calangute where on a recent evening I had been taking a stroll. When the mind is at sea, go to the sea, they say; if one sits on the seashore for some time till the tides turn back, most depressions would lift off the mind along with them. The steps you take while walking back home are not heavy anymore, the soft sand starts caressing your feet. Seas generally all look alike though no two waves coming to the shore sketch the same pattern. The seas, especially in your backyard, have a poignant kind of music accompanying its waves. They bring to you tides of memories by some unaccountable cross-links. My nostalgia came through this very same sound of the sea at Baga, that misty, orange-red evening. I remember, up till 1964/65, at nights in monsoons, one could hear even in Mapusa sound of the waves pounding on shores about 5 Km away and almost trace their progress from Vagathor to Anjuna. It was like a celestial music, the distant rumble locally called ‘daryacho gaaz’. It was like a lullaby, which would put a late sleeper, me to sleep. But, then, as a friend said to me another day, ‘Atam darya gazona, atam gaztat shimitachim mischinam’! How true, Goa has changed a lot in the last 40 years, you cannot get to hear this humming of the sea anymore, nor can you hear any lullabies like those of your grandmother; along with daryacho gaaz even the simple old village kanio, told especially on a rainy evening with trees swaying with the lashing of the wind, coconuts and leftover mangoes falling down with a thud, seem to have vanished inside the concretised culture; the same culture, which has also taken away wide variety of berries on the Mapusa hillock that sustained me in my hungry childhood evenings. In place of bushes and trees of churna, kanta, boram, jambolam and of course the cashews, you see houses balancing precariously on the slopes of that hill. My memories seem incongruent in such an urban squalor.<br /><br /><br /><br />I have always wondered what a variety of old lullabies, dances and folklores could have meant to traditional Goans, how a seemingly stupid folkdance form could hold its ground over large periods of time through all its historical ups and downs? Take fugdi for example, which continued alongside foxtrot, though at different social levels, even in Portuguese era. It did not seem probable that a lyric could last over decades or centuries being just a number of words simply collected for maintaining rhythm or tempo to put babies to sleep or older people to dance to the beat in tribal fashion. And, what about proverbs and idioms? How have they stuck around in our language even when other languages tried to shove Konkani under the carpet! There has to be something more practical and meaningful to such an ethereal culture.<br /><br /><br />One day, out of such curiosity I had asked my grandmother why she always sung a particular lullaby, ‘Jaye jaye mhon re Baba, jaye jaye mhon’, (Say, ‘I want, Baby, say I want’) while comforting a child. It just did not make sense, a continuous repetition of one word ‘jaye’, she could have sung anything else, and she knew a lot of songs. Grandmother answered, “That (the lullaby) is to bring up the child with a positive attitude, so that it does not turn negative and pessimistic when grown up”. How true, looking around one finds so many negative people, who always say no even when it is for their own good. They would not change their mindsets whatever be the exigency. There was another child song, one of the kind, ‘Yetem yetem, yetem yetem bus re mora, charo kha pani pi, Dev ghali vara!’ (Be seated here, peacock dear, be seated, have lots of grass and drink water. Do not worry; God would give the good air). This, too, intended to make the child grow with positive approach in life, encouraging generosity and good relations with guests and society, so that almighty will give aplenty.<br /><br /><br /><br />On the other hand my mother had a favourite horror story to tell. In short, a woman who used to go to forest to collect firewood kept hearing over many days, ‘hanv yev’ (shall I come!) repeatedly without anybody in sight. One day getting irritated, she replied, yes come, and a giant snake appeared suddenly in front to harass her for many days. Moral of the story, ‘be careful of strangers’. These two stories do not contradict each other, but tell you to pick and choose your friends and guests. They define a general Goan approach to life. Goans are pragmatic people, along with their easygoing ways they also have a no nonsense approach to life, taking life without its superficialities. When one does not realize this they are quick to comment, ‘janen dekhlem na kalu tenen dekhle dharkal ani mhonu laglo, kalu re kalu’. Translation: Ignorant people do not understand the difference between an oyster and the phlegm.<br /><br /><br /><br />It does happen that some people do not appreciate refinement in culture, manners or approach to life of other communities. Mostly these qualities are formed with and last according to social development. [‘Weltanschauung’ in German language comes closest to it] The celebrated epithet for Goans, ‘susegado’ in fact defines such quality. The idiom, ‘Dhanv dhanv dhanvlo ani tarikoday vochuun ravlo’, describes this unhurried nature of Goan lifestyle. It means there is no point in rushing when you have to wait at the river to cross it with ferryboat. The idiom was constructed when there were no bridges over rivers nor speed bikes and cruising cars on the streets, but walking and canoeing were common modes of transport. Just 70 years back but doesn’t it seem strange today?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Unfortunately, societal development is a one-way street. It is not possible for Goans to go back to the days of bullock carts or horses. I still remember my bullock cart ride from Mapusa to Calangute where we had rented a cosy house to spend the summer. I was thrilled with excitement, in a bullock cart it lasted for over an hour. In car the distance gets over in 10 minutes, the excitement, too, lasts that much shorter. But was there ballooning available in Calangute during the times of bullock carts? And speed boating? There are always two sides for any present situation. Past memories and future prospects! It is sad we do not hear the distant rumble of the sea any more. I cannot hear it even at Miramar, but then, there is always the digital sound. I suppose susegado Goans know how to harmonize themselves with opposing forces and remain serene, just like the sea in their backyards.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Kalidas Sawkar: Panaji Goa-9420975758<br />(Pub: The Navhind times, 1 July 2007)Kalidashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07812283353294260788noreply@blogger.com0