Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Short Story: Shoo Away Summer - by Norman Noronha

Shoo Away Summer

- By Norman Noronha        

This incident took place after I finished answering my X board exams.  It was a hot summer day, we had summer vacation and our only past time in the morning was to play football, etc.
One afternoon someone knocked on my bedroom window and whispered "Noman, Noman, please wake up".... we are going up to the River Sal for swimming and we want you to come along". 
I got up in a jiffy but for the fear was of my mom I signalled him to check if she is fast a sleep on the Sopo (seat) of our Balcao. He did so and assuringly confirmed waving his hand to signal that she is snoring.

The entire group formed was 14 in total including 3 of my cousins.  We all met at the meeting point our operation started, the walk through the barren fields was hard to walk but who cared, finally we reached the river.  One by one everyone dived into the cool, crystal water.

 (At present, River Sal is highly polluted thanks to the government authorities who issued licences to builders without proper sewage disposal and all their sewage is being discharged into this river which was once called "the lifeline of Salcete").

It was a sheer joy and fun to watch the young teenagers wading through and jumping into the shallow water, splashing at each other.  I did not know to swim but they said it will be easy for me because of my height and they would guide me. 
I was tempted to jump and enjoy with them so without much hesitation I too joined them.  They kept going further and further not bothering about me. At one point I realised the water was above my head and I was getting choked. I was shouting for help with one hand up (thought those were the last breathing moments) but suddenly a strong hand caught me by my neck. 

I clinged to him like a creeper.  He swam to the bank with me on his back and deposited me on a stone lying nearby and he sank on the ground cause he was thoroughly exhausted.  As the excessive water in my stomach came out through the mouth, I opened my eyes.  I recovered in about half-an-hour.  I was now by myself again. My friends surrounded me. They praised that person who was  a Keralite tenant of our village landlord. We always called him with bad names for being a non-Goan. This boy, Juman, knew perfect swimming, came running and saved me, otherwise I could have drowned that day.

We returned home thanking Juman. When my Mom saw my face like a red tomato she sensed something was wrong.  She cross-questioned as if I  was in the court.  She was yelling at me and asking why my stomach was blotted.  I told a quick lie that I had eaten watermelon that’s why my stomach was full.

Finally, the Pandora box was opened when someone from the group told her the truth that I was almost drowned in the river, but the Keralite boy saved me.  Mom's taunting continued but I went inside the house without murmuring a word.

My dream of learning to swim remained a dream.  Till today I don’t know to swim because of that incident and fear.  On my last trip to Goa I met Juman at  Pedro’s Shack in Benaulim. He recognized me and came to wish me. He still remembered that drowning incident.  He jokingly said in front of my family: "Can we go for a swim"? I will teach you perfectly now. Juman mischievous smiled. 
I politely declined and thanked him for his offer.

I had to rewind my full story again – all had a hearty laugh.  That was the life at that time.

Good old days !!


May 27, 2014

Friday, May 2, 2014

The "Jagoma" Mission - by Norman Noronha

The "Jagoma" Mission 

- Boroupi: Norman Noronha        

The "Jagoma" Mission 

As I recollect my childhood days in Goa, I remember of a true incident of my life and I wish to share it with all of you my friends.  It was around Easter time.

“Jagomas” is botanically known as Flacourtia jagomas and known in English as the Rueala Plum.
https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS0em72J15dcz40XaXqR1VERBKNO56u-SpbaHQYspaJ0PGhs8fqIn our village, Navelim,  there was a house of a rich landlady, her Portuguese style house was surrounded by a compound wall, and inside this compound was a  JAGOMA tree, whenever we passed by that house our mouth would water looking at the delicious maroon color fruits that were hanging all over the bush. 
We always longed to have it but it was too difficult a task as a fearful dog was tied to the stem of that tree to guard it, during one summer holidays me and my friend planned to raid that bush and capture those yummy Jagomas ….we set out for our mission with a 10 Goan hot pav which we purchased from the local poder, our parcel was wrapped in the news paper and off we went.

It was about 2.30 p.m. in the afternoon most of the villagers were enjoying their afternoon nap –Siesta - but this old lady was sitting on rocking chair in the balcao, we heard her snoring and thus were quite sure that she was asleep.

The greatest job was to tackle the Doggie. 

My friend assigned me the task of feeding the dog with pav gradually. As the dog got busy enjoying the first pav my friend jumped like Rambo over the compound wall with a small bag tied to his waist to collect the prized fruit.

He kept plucking the berries while I kept the dog busy feeding him with pav within few minutes he had collected bagful of the fruits.
He gave me a signal with whistle that his job is done my pav were also over, but mission accomplished!  He flung back over the wall and off we went to enjoy the fruit of our hard labor.

Those were the days my dear friends if we tell this to our present generation they will mock at us right ?

Goa-world.com Team adds:
Norman Noronha has been unanimously elected as the 'president' of the Navelim Youth Centre-Kuwait recently and we congratulate and wish him all the very best in his continued efforts in the interest of sports and cultural activities in Kuwait.

Friday, March 7, 2014

Konkani Kotha: KATARIN - boroupi Norman Noronha

Konkani Kotha:

- Boroupi: Norman Noronha        


Ambulance turns turtle due to drunken driving. Women harassed by drunkard husband, kills 5 children and commit suicide. 37 Killed as bus falls off bridge on Mumbai Goa Highway. Investigations reveal driver was drunk….. 
Hea ani te bhirakul mhatele khobrampotrancher vachun, angachi lhonv ubi zata.   Bebddo Caitan, Bebdo Santu, Bebdo Lores, adi-adi, amchea ganvantlea bebddeank ami volkotale. Oxich, eka bebddachi gozal tumchea somor dovortam.

“Maim, Maim, vegim dhavun yeo ghe”. Putan, avoik ulo marlo.

“Kitem zalem re baba?”, Bhitorlean, avoicho vichar.

“Maim, pai melo ghe”, ovkoldadd (wisdom tooth) yeunk naslolea putan mhontlem..

“Kitem?”, kuznant nustem sap kortolem Katarin, bhendak aslolea tuvaleak hat puxit bhair ailem.

“Maim, ho poi, madachea muddant poddun pai mela.”

“Avois, Saiba bhogos, hea daddleachem sodanchem”, vhoddlean boddboddun Katarin, ghorkara sorxim dhavun ghelem. Sorean lass zaloli tachi poristithi pollelear to jivo kivam mela hem somzupak, inosent putak gomunk naslolean, bapui mela oxem taka dislem.

“Are bebddea, utth. Jivak sonsonam titlo kiteak piyeunk zai? Gara lagim poddlo mhunn, amchea putan polelo. Nam tor pois rostear poddlolo zalear, eklech Devak khobor. Mottori voilean vochun nas zata aslo.”

Bebddea ghorkarache tras, Katarinank sodanche zaun ghel’le. Vhoir sokoll zatolea noxibache tagdder boroilolem asta, tovui ek kazari jivitacho bhag zaun asa mhunn, ghorkarachi bebddikai taka somzotali. Ek-ekdam taka, tachi tiddok yetali. Punn kitem kortolem? Sotve ratri boroilolem tench favta. Maddache muddant poddlolea ghorkarachea hatak dorun ubarlo, ani apleachea khanddar marun ghorant bhitor velo.

Bebddo Caitan, Katarinacho ghorkar; ek dis kamak gelear, tin dis tank full korun soreache nosar bhonvtalo. Bolsak burak zatoch, porot kamank vetalo. 

Ek dis sokalli, Katarin aplea ghorkarak utthovpak gelem. To utthona zalo. Katarinan villapun kiloch marli. Hoi! Tornnech pirayer Caitan ho sonvsar soddun gelo. Babddem Katarin vidva zalem. Puta khatir tannem dusrem logn korunk naslem. Koxttantlean tannem aplea putak xikoun, vhodd kelo.

Oslim kitlim Katarina amchea Goyant astolim, sangonk zaina. Anik kitle bebdde Caitan asat fokot Devak khobor. Osleo ghorkani, bhitorle bhitor fugar zaun ghorkarachem dukh sonstat. Thoddea bebddeanim, ghorkarnichem bhangar soreachea fattlean, vikun khobar kelam.

Soro jivak kitlo boro vo vaitt hem tor sogott zannant.  Sorea vorvim monis ek piso koso zata. Tachi tokli cholona.  Survatek soro social drink koxem chalu zata ani uprant sovoimyecher poddtoch, tatuntlo bhair sorunk kustar zata.

Bharotacho Bapuji M.K. Gandhi oxem mhontale, “Alcohol is not the answer to all the questions”.  Bebddikai ek duens. Adle kallar fokot daddle vhoddil soro piyetale. Punn atam ostoreo, tornattim chedde cheddvam, soro gottunk xikleant.

Aiz kal doria deger, songit utsov chodd zatat. Poryotonnachea nanvan tea zagear vochon, soro pivunk ani vikhallim vokddam gheun zaitim tornatim vaitt rostear pavleant. Tancho porzollit fudar khabar zait veta.  Aiz kitli, tornattim soro piyelolim distat. Khanavollint jevnnank gelear, ek cocktail ghevop, hem ek unchlem kam’, oxem tim sozmotat.

Konnache partiek gelolo thoinsor, ek khaxelo bapui aplea tornattea putak horan vichartalo “Son, can I make a drink for you?” Wow! Putak soreachi sovoim korunk bapaik horr dista kai? 

Avoi-bapaicho kaido bhurgeancher koddok xistichi nodor dovorunk. Zata title sorea sorxilim tankam pois dovorunk. Odik korun vaddtolea putancher. Ani oxem kelear, Katarinant sonslolem dukh sonspi, thoddim zait !!!


Mars 7, 2014

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