This is really a waste of space!
Being Goan
“Oh, these
Goans!” exclaimed my Goan friend who lives in Borda, South Goa.
“Are you
not a Goan?” I asked. To which she replied. “I am talking about Goans from Goa.”
I then realised
there were many types of Goans.
Goans from
Bombay who used to consider them a class apart. They love everything Goan but
cannot ever think of living in Goa. They just spend a few days in Goa to stock up
on feni, sausages, vinegar and masalas. They always talk about how much
property their family once owned and about the great summer holidays they had
spent as children.
Then there
are the Goans from Africa. Many have returned to Goa after the introduction of
Africanisation. For many, the stay in Goa was a short stay while their children
were settling in the UK and elsewhere.
They are an affluent lot who belong to the educated class of artists,
doctors, lawyers, accountants, businessmen, etc.
As an outsider
living here, I have noticed that in almost all you will find either a dentist
or a lawyer or both.
Then there
is the Portuguese Goan who speaks fluent Portuguese at home, holds a Portuguese
passport, but continues to live in Goa. And to show you how different they are,
if invited for a meal, you will be served
“feijoada” or “Pastel de Nata.” The women in this group all learnt to
bake and are very good cooks, especially at European dishes.
I asked a
Goan girl I often meet why she did not have a Portuguese Passport yet as most
Goans are doing this.
Her reply
was: “We spent years chasing them out. We should be happy they are gone and not
coming back.
The British
Goans are not the same as the Portuguese Goans, but pretty close. Many have
Portuguese passports and worked in the UK before Brexit. They come to Goa more
often. They love being Goan, well-travelled and despite the best single malts
being in easy reach, they still prefer feni.
Goans have
left their land and travelled to all over the world: Canada, USA, Malaysia,
Australia and parts where even the Malayaleeshave not reached.
Many, on
their return, realise they have been away too long and someone else has taken
over their property.
I had
fallen in love with Goa on my very first trip in the 1980s when the Porvorim water
tank was the only landmark on #NH66 that told you where to turn to take the
road to go to Calangute.
It is not
the same anymore, but Goa is still
beautiful.
I LOVE GOA
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