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Sangath, www.sangath.com, is looking to build a centre for services, training and research and is looking to buy land of approx 1500 to 2000 sq mtrs betweeen Mapusa and Bambolim and surrounding rural areas If you have land to sell, please contact: [email protected] or [email protected] or phone +91-9881499458 http://lists.goanet.org/pipermail/goanet-goanet.org/2009-July/180028.html ------------------------------------------------------------------------ I have always found those terms very interesting: toh bhair podlo and toh piddear zalo. On esggesting that he is no longer with us as in now inhabiting another space or plane, and the other suggesting corruption of the mortal body. Also, those days I think are quite gone where women would lament and be in need of aliment (beverages) to replensh themselves. Doubt whether anyone below 55 bawl as much these days. But this too has to do with levels of sophistication, simplicity and fears of any given family. On another note, my Dad always took something that was the favorite (often an addiction) of the person who has passed away and kept it a little ahead of the path to the grave. For his sister, my aunt Cecilia it was two packets of Charminar, since she was a two pack a day Charminar girl. Cecilia (Cissy) was one ballsy gal who never got married, since her Dad found the guy she fell in love with too hip or something. In fact they both did not get married. For others it was a bottle of liquor or something else. I think for his little niece it was biscuits or something. He did these things in his own quite way. The same for Hindus, and others but these woudl be given away usually to beggars, and others. Here is a book I did on my Dad's funeral. Its called, Ode to a Fragment of Silence. It reads from right to left. I could not attend the funeral whcih was ten years ago. Click on All Sizes and then Original. http://www.flickr.com/photos/venantius/3080894258/in/set-72157607433652234/ Link to Oriiginal: http://www.flickr.com/photos/venantius/3080894258/sizes/o/in/set-72157607433652234/ venantius j pinto > Date: Sat, 25 Jul 2009 10:45:30 +0530 > From: Antonio Menezes <[email protected]> > Subject: [Goanet] Death in the family > > When a member of a family expires (in konkani toh bhair podlo or toh > piddear zalo ) it > is undoubtedly a very sad occasion not only for the other family members > and for the > neighbourhood as well. > Amid general sadness there is a touch of humour. I believe our tiatrists > draw a lot of > inspiration from it. In poor families when a husband dies. his wife takes > to > ''verse galta''. > when surrounded by other women from neighbourhood. The widow simply pours > out all > her emotions in a sing song session often in rhyme.A lot of secrets come > out much to > the astonishment of other women present. But the best I have ever heard was > one from a > widow from somewhat elite background who wailed over the dead body of her > husband > husband thus : ''Now that you are gone, Tony Joe darling who will open > whisky bottles ? '' > > >
