[Goanet] Sunday time pass!
PAINTED WITH A DIFFERENT BRUSH One man who loved the color of saffron had saffron carpet, saffron furniture, saffron drapes, saffron walls and even saffron appliances in his saffron kitchen. He slept in a saffron bed with saffron covers and wore saffron Lungis and even safron underwears and even tried to wear saffron cheddis and safron topi instead of a black one.. He would get up early morning and put a saffron paint on his forehead. One day he got sick and real sick with some unknow disease. That worried him so much that he called a local doctor and requested that the doc should visit him in his apartment building. The good doc drove to the apartment complex and the watchman told him he'd have no trouble finding the right one. You just go down the hall and come to a saffron door, he said. That's the one. Our man saffron lives there! In a few moments the doctor was back. The apartment watchman asked, Were you able to help him? The doctor replied, Help him! I couldn't even FIND him! People often blend themselves to the surroundings little knowing that they are controlled by foxes, cowboys and humanoids. Our man saffron decided then to switch to YELLOW a better colour than saffron and so he coloured his bedroom, his bathroom and his hall etc. in yellow. This time he fell sick again and guess what: Jaundice! A local politician hungry for this power delusion decided to change colours, from scarlet to saffron. He decided to give his scarlet xendi to the cheddi wallah who not only shaved him but tried to simply dipped him in saffron paint!! Moral: Be happy with the colour or face you are born with... D.B.Moidekar
[Goanet] The Ramponkar, Globalisation and the politicians.
A Ramponkar fisherman returns home in his canoe and is met by a foreign expert serving in this developing country. The expert asks the fisherman why he is back so early. He replies that he could have stayed out longer but that he had caught enough to care for his family. And now, what do you do with all your time anyway? the expert asks. The humble fisherman responds: Well, I do a little fishing. I play with my children. We all have a siesta when it gets hot. In the evening, we have canji dinner together with the best catch of fish. Later I get together with my friends for some music, and a small drink...I enjoy the simplicity of life, my family and my friends The expert interrupts: Look, I have a university degree and have Studied these matters. I want to help you. You should stay out fishing longer. You would earn more and soon be able to build up a fleet of trawlers. And then? the fisherman inquires. Then instead of selling fish through a middleman, you could negotiate directly with the factory or even start your own fish-processing plant. You would be able to leave your village and move to Mumbai, HongKong or Paris, or New York and run the whole thing from there. You could even consider putting your business on the stock market and earn millions. Besides, the foreigner said being a Goan you are entitled to a Portuguese passport, you could migrate and join the Cod business and fish in the North Sea See? How long would that all take? the fisherman asks. Perhaps 15 to 20 years, the expert answers. And then? the fisherman continues. That is when life gets interesting the expert explains. Then you could retire. You could move away from the hustle and bustle of it all to some remote village. And what then? asks the Ramponkar Then you have time to do a little fishing, play with your children, have a siesta when it gets hot, have your supper with the family, and get together with friends for some music. feni. You may send your kids to a good School, perhaps a Doutor in the family, and he could move to NY or Luxemburg. The sky is the limit what a trained Rampokar can do! According to Gandhi, Politics without principles, wealth without work, pleasure without conscience, knowledge without character, commerce without morality, science without humanity and worship without sacrifice are all not acceptable. Gandhi's polity was based on his spirituality. And, where did Gandhi get this concept or principle? And how do we compare Gandhi with Bal Thackray, the Parivar friends besides Mathany and smugglers? Are we making progress? Or are we being manipulated by a foreign power? An after thought from the late -Franklin Delano Roosevelt ''The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the abundance of those who have much; it is whether we provide enough for those have little.'' In our Bangarachem Goem, we have the late commers who returned from their Cod business, formed political parties, good relation bureaus - some have written articles in the newspapers after a dose of feni, and our beloved land has been sold dirt cheap to Kannadis, Ghanttis and now to the film actors... The myth of being sussegad is a reality. Hic! X B Moidekar
[Goanet]Sunday timepass...
Sunday 14.8.05. Here are some thoughts for sunday time pass === These were adapted from the tombstones and slightly modified for our culture. Comments mine. Here lies a fellow who lived for himself And cared for nothing But gathering pelf, Now, where he is or how he fares, Nobody knows and nobody cares. These posthumous writings will often summarize a life. If accurate, they can point the reader to that which was most important to the deceased. Did this person enjoy life? Was she cared for? Did he make a difference? Did he/she leave a legacy? When you die, how will you be remembered? Often one sees in our Goan Cemetries carefully crafted tombstones...but what about the poor man? And in the mussindi? (crematorium). And here's another one who died in the undisciplined Goan road. Here lies the body of Johny Blake Stepped on the gas Instead of the brake. (gas is for gasoline or petrol not tobe confused with the Iran pipeline gas). And here is another one: Dear God, Thanks for letting me visit. I had a wonderful time. Isn't that terrific? And could it be said about you...that you were grateful for. I am thinking twice about being in the Agnostic's club!
[Goanet]Murphys' laws a la Moidekar
Maurya Gaum, Baradesh, GOA. Murphy's Technology Laws Tell a man there are 300 billion stars in the universe and he'll believe you. Tell him a wall has wet paint on it and he'll have to touch to be sure. Similarly tell a pujari of 350 million gods and godesses - he will believe if you give him some bannanas and tell him they're god sent. Deep inside he could not care less...as long as he gets fed without any work and mumbles the mantras. Nothing motivates a man more than to see his patrao putting in an honest day's work. After all is said and done, a lot more is said than done. Computers politicians are unreliable, but humans are even more unreliable. Any system which depends on human reliability is unreliable. Under the most rigorously controlled conditions of pressure, temperature, volume, humidity, and other variables the organism will do as it pleases. (Ask our ex-deputy PM how his mind functions.) Jai Jinnah? Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. And scratch where it itches. Dig where ground is soft -( the Goa police love coins, (500 denomination ones) pocket billiards and grog!.) All things are possible except racing through a revolving door. (But as it appears our nation is doing it and the job is finished in GMC - try it when their form is filled...you may lene be in paradise, purgatory or reincarnated in a jumping chicken. But remember there is some accountability over there, who knows you may end up in a frying pan? ) X.B. Moidekar PS No malice intended
[Goanet]Sunday Time pass
-- | 3rd Annual Konkan Fruit Fest, Goa - May 6-8, 2005| || | Today's Events include Fruit Quiz - Papaya / Banana eating| |Competition.Check out http://konkanfruit.swiki.net | -- A Goan Indian dies and goes to hell. He thought there was a pugatory but there was none. He feels cheated and discovers it is too late now! But lands in hell and then finds that there is a different hell for each country. He goes first to the German hell and asks, What do they do here?' He is told First they put your in an electric chair for an hour. Then they lay you on a bed of nails for another hourr. Then Hitler comes in and whips you for the rest of the day. Then they lay you upon a bed of nails for another hour The man does not like the sound of that at all, so he moves on and tries the other hells of other countries and discovers they are all more or less the same as the German hell. Then he comes to the Indian hell and finds that there is a very long line of people waiting to get in. Amazed he asks; What do they do here? He is told First they put you in an electric chair for an hour. They lay you on a bed of nails for another hour. Then the Indian devil (you could use your imagination as to regards his name) comes in and whips you for the rest of the day. But that is exactly the same as all the other hells says the poor Indian sinner, but why are there so many people waiting to get in? Because maintenance is so bad like the GMC and here the electric chair does not work, someone has stolen all the nails from the bed, and the devil is a former politician and his assistant a Government servant, so they come in, signs the register and then go to the canteen... X.B.Moidekar
[Goanet]Gorgie Porgie, pies and lies!
Democracy needs more free speech, for even the speech of foolish people isvaluable if it serves to guarantee the right of the wise to talk. - DavidCushman Coyle Isnt that so true? "Our own" Georgie Porgie is now back in the media and controversies. For each chori he has done he seems to have some excuse..."speech of wise and foolish people is important" right? During my days of work in a Mumbai mill I voted for this Porgie - remember having participated invictrory celebration parade in Dobitalao and even buying a garland for this "giant killer" when he won the elections. Young Porgie thensentYankee IBM and the COKE (cocacola)packing home .to the good ol' USA! Soon years passed and he has aged! but he rose to the elevation of political godhood together with tthe other "wise budhas " of the saffron brigade Gorgie did also some wild things! He bought some American hitech coffins, ate with the Jawans and had his photo taken, went to the graduation ceremony of his son in the Bush country (imagine the amounts of Coca colas he guzzled and the MacDonalds burgers he munched.). After his return to India - his house was used as an agency to get the handouts and hard cash for favours. And was caught red handed accepting money via a female agent,(now in controversy also) for all things our Porgie always has some talk to give and come out of the situation. And now as afew more skeletons (like the latest one of a judge and IAF plane are emerging!) The judge and the aircraft joyride for justice (or injustice) controversy... As we look at the Porgie culture and the actors of our nationsupposedly to lead us, now we see themboycotting the parliament (that is probably their fear of exposure). Meanwhile we can enjoy the Moira Bananas with some good feni and send some to our Porgie in Delhi! Why not Crunet for Coca Cola? And Feni for a diplomat? His time for retirement is nigh! Democracy does need more free speech, (like our Porgies excuses) or even the speech of foolish people (who are demanding "respect" from the Italians)isvaluable if it serves to guarantee the right of the wise to talk. But another proverb says a donkey is is not more foolish when he thinks that a pig is less clever than the former. Can the leopard change it's skin? C. B. Moidekar. Yahoo! India Matrimony: Find your life partner online.
[Goanet]Nicknames of Brittos versus Aldona.
I was reminiscing about Britto nicknames, and there is a lot of history here. I mean, who'd own up to pandu, zoddo, tantiyakar, rebec, somplo, doctor fart, gauns, datta, rajesh (khanna), bobby, dishticar, paddo and countless others? OK, don't send the hit-men. Look at us now, eh? Great hearing from you all. === In St. Brittos we had a few similar nick names. All were given after some incident. THAT incident was amusing and brings nostalogia. Leitao Who had done Segundo Grau in Portuguese and he passed out using guddo (influence) and had given a pigling (leital) to the examiners :) Not they bribe or get the paper out! undir He was small cunning and subtle. Deonchar (devil) he was always upto monkey tricks. Philosoper (a Moidekar who always argued). Bankocho (a type of fish) He would just inflate if touched or intimidated. Pandu (stupid). Fotfotti (motorcycle)- This guy would be chatting all the time There were no scooters those days except one which Father Ferreira (portugese priest) used. So fotfotti was used to those who had mobikes Portuguez a student from Aldona who spoke Portuguese. Paklo a fair student. Bombil a thin student (dry bombay duck fish). Bangdo (mackrel) Papodd (papadum). Fotkiro (liar). Chor (he stole books and pencils including erasers) No offence meant just a reminisce of our alma mater and aldona. Xembuh
[Goanet]Astrology for politicians!
FOLLOW YOUR STARS Learn to say no, said Charles Spurgeon. It will be of more use to you than to be able to read Latin. One educator used to say that no society can last long unless it has a quorum of unpurchasable people. These are people of principle who cannot be bought; people who have learned to say no. I believe that these so-called unpurchasable people are the truly contented and fulfilled souls around us. In Whitney Seymour's book MAKING A DIFFERENCE (New York: William Morrow and Co., Inc., 1984), Arthur McArthur, General Douglas McArthur's father, told his son of such an unpurchasable man. This man was a Union general in charge of the occupied territory surrounding New Orleans toward the end of the American Civil War. He was pressed by local plantation owners to permit them to haul their cotton to the wharves in order for it to be sold for shipment to England. The general controlled all the wagons and horses, and his orders from high command in Washington were clear. He was not to let the cotton crop get to market. Then one day, when Colonel Arthur MacArthur was visiting the general, two Southern ladies were ushered into the general's office, a grande dame and a beautiful young companion. The older lady came right to the point. She said that the landowners needed the temporary use of transport facilities to move their cotton. The North did not wish to force England into the war, she argued, and was allowing some merchant ships to slip through the blockade. Therefore, the Union would not be opposed to the sale of cotton for English textile mills. To show her gratitude she handed over $250,000 in gold certificates. And if you need other inducements, this young lady will supply them, she added. They departed, leaving behind a distressed general holding the beautiful young woman's address. The general immediately ordered MacArthur to dispatch this message to Washington: TO THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES: I have just been offered two hundred and fifty thousand dollars and the most beautiful woman I have ever seen to betray my trust. I am depositing the money with the Treasury of the United States, and request immediate relief from this command. They are getting close to my price. Many others may have fallen for the seductive offer. And though his decision was no doubt difficult to make, how much harder might his life have eventually become had he chosen wrong? Saying yes to contentment and peace often begins with saying no. For ultimately happy lives are guided by unwavering principles, such as honesty, trust and love. Those who keep sight of their principles and use them as a guide in all their decision-making will eventually arrive at a place of lasting peace. Ideals are like stars; you will not succeed in touching them with your hands, says Carl Schurz. But like the (seafarers) on the desert of waters, you choose them as your guides, and following them you will reach your destiny. __
[Goanet]Raibondra Issue
Aires writes: My comment: I requested the women's NGO's to conduct an independent investigation. Auda Viegas did meet the accused priest. His defence was that while he we was playing with the alleged victim's pendant his hand slipped into her breasts. This has been stated in Auda Viegas's complaint to the police against Fr. Newton Rodrigues. Samir wrote: that is a cool one. :-) This priest just might be a pro. Comments:He (the priest) MUST be a professional ball player, including pocket billiard and godde (marbles) champion! Why just harass a holy pro? Let him go ahead with some more games in the USA, (where he may be given an spiritual assylum) or even in Italy. Bogoss Saiba! Let's get on with more Moira Bannanas growing specially in the places where the holy nuns do their ministry. That will be more productive NO? What say you dotor advogad? X.B.Moidekar
[Goanet]The ten commandments
## # If Goanet stops reaching you, contact [EMAIL PROTECTED] # # Want to check the archives? http://www.goanet.org/pipermail/goanet/# # Please keep your discussion/tone polite, to reflect respect to others # ## The Ten Commandments The real reason that we can't have the Ten Commandments in a Courthouse! You cannot post Thou Shalt Not Steal, Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery and Thou Shall Not Lie in a building full of lawyers, judges and politicians! It creates a hostile work environment. Any comments Goa netters?
