It is a reality. Slowly, I am becoming a Bangalorean. Or at least I am as much
of a Bangalorean as a Goan. I am learning Kannada; there are great
memories of Bangalore. Bangalore has given me a living.
Sure, I am a Goan also. Similarly, how can we deny the migrants in Goa their
Goan-ness ? As time passes, they would be at least as much if not more Goan
than you and me.
On my last visit to Goa, when I was walking the ghanti-infested ( in Rajan
Parrikar's words) station road in margao, I saw one ghantin (female ghanti)
address a fellow Goan "Patrao".
Even I had somewhat forgotten the word Patrao.
Sure, she might just be back from her daily sh*t.
regards,
Samir
