Greetings from Portugal, Silviano. You wrote: « Ek don tin - hampri Agustin
('Augostinho' for Jorge and Figueiredo-types)». About this, let me first of
all tell you that your title ... KHAPRI AGUSTIN is correct, while ...
HAMPRI Agustin (in the text) is not. Secondly, for types like Figueiredo
(Gabriel, I suppose) and me, it is not Augostinho but Agostinho (in the
Portuguese language, that is). - Now on a different note, I am eager to read
your book The Sixth
Night. Do you remember that Fernando do Rego purchased from you a copy for
me while you were in Goa? Well, he hasn't yet found an opportunity to send
it across, so it is
still lying with him in Fontainhas, Ponnje. - Best regards. - Jorge (Oeiras,
Portugal)
- Original Message -
From: Silviano Barbosa [EMAIL PROTECTED]
To: goanet@goanet.org
Sent: Saturday, April 02, 2005 8:09 PM
Subject: [Goanet]EK DON TIN KHAPRI AGUSTIN!
Arre who can forget to remember those ditties in our younger days?
(Don't worry about their political correctness)
Here goes
1)
Ek don tin - hampri Agustin ('Augostinho' for Jorge and Figueiredo-types)
Char panch sou, cheddvank mellonaim ghou,
Sat att nou, Divalleche fou
Dha ikra bara, Tumi soglim vochat ghara!
2) Ar yo, mar yo, pauss zhodot yo!
Then we used to run barefeet to the nearest mango-tree with our 100 meter
dash before the padd-poddlolo dukor gulps the ambli. Then the second
option
would be to run to the chinch to collect chinche-bottam. Avois so sweet
and
sour and those chinchare , we use to munch and munch and our brain became
bondder and that's why we are here today.
3) What about that nice brownish-yellow munsrad (ok is that babush
monserrati guys?) which was carved by that lofor of a crow, called
chan-kotor?)
4) And how about that mhar-pauss?
What's mhar-pauss anyway? Hope that pauss also has no caste like mahar. Or
is that rain from Spain instead?
5) And how about those paper boats that went sailing in the Monsoon gogo
of
a Dush-sagar? Which we would find next day near aula?
6) Nowadsys so many politicians die and we get national holidays. Those
days, Salazar was healthiest person alive. And we would only hope for a
local Tsunami when all the bunds were overflown and our professora could
not
wade through and arrive at our aula(Now sounsar fuim paula?)
