Tits & Bits (005)
And, I have succumbed to the demands of my good friends and indispensable critiques on maintaining the Tits & Bits style of putting things down rather than the mild TitBits style. So friends, you get undiluted ‘Tits & Bits’ from here on.
It is one thing to be a perpetual critique, the one that gets under the hair most of the time. But it is another thing to pat a back or two sometimes. This is one such case where I thankfully congratulate the Justices of the Bombay High Court, Goa bench for the hard hitting, no-nonsense attitude they have adopted with the brazen lawlessness by the trawler owners and the Director of Fisheries. We still find a lot of lethargy on the part of the government and the Director of Fisheries. Understandably, it is the give and take, you scratch my back, I scratch yours attitude which ensures plentiful fish for the trawlers as well as for the fisheries officials.
And it is commendable that even CHORS respect each other, in that one chor cannot publicly undo another chor. They have to take prior permission from the respective ALIBABA to do that. And all this time we were wondering why this very very expensive Alibaba’s cave at Alto Porvorim always remained “open sesame” on the contract of which, the present Alibaba of the opposition has made clear 20, percent ( cost overrun of 21 crores included, when the actual cost was 12 crores, and which was originally 6 crores only) I wonder if the blue blooded goan architect who won the 1st prize for the design of this Alibaba’s cave, and by all means, who should have got the contract, is yet paid all of the prize money. A simple ‘yes sir’ for the ‘Bis taka’ and the contract would have remained in Goa instead of in Delhi.
And for those Mapxemkars who have been up in arms against the “NCERT” (National Certificate of Education, Research & Training) should warm-up for a new fight. This time it is the Oxford Dictionary that is being sought to be changed. The trial pass in made at the Mapusa Taxi Stand, main road crossing which is now-a-days blockaded with beautifully painted sign boards with powerful messages to the life conscious citizens of Mapusa. One of them reads “ BETTER LATE THENE MR. LATE” Actually what our estimeed Mapusa traffic cell means to say is “ BETTER LATE THEN LATE MR…..)
And the Mapusa Municipality has become active from its long hibernation. The wrath is directed towards the two legged hawkers in the market. Wonder when this wrath is likely to shift towards the four legged hawkers who deem it fit to make the Mapusa town roads to be their stables.
As a child I had always enjoyed the trips to “Vodlem Goem” (Old Goa), not so much for Goemcho Saib, not for the “FERI” (fair) but to experience the fascinating thrills of trees haystacks and every things in sight from outside the window of the “CAMIAO” (Bus) moving past as the camiao moved forward. Those were the India Portuguesa days. My recent trip to Vodlem Goem and to the grounds of Se Cathedral in particular was very enlightening. At Vodlem Goem, and during the goan monsoon season, it is not the mushrooms that crop up under the mango trees but some weird looking ,reptile headed murthies that stare you in the face. The NIO scientist at Dona Paula or the religious scientist at the Bishop’s palace, Altinho should check on the type of rain that falls over the Se Cathedral grounds which help sprout funny looking mushrooms. Maybe the ASI offices next door will help.
And if you are lucky enough to have to attend the Civil courts at Mapusa, you better sport Mapusa Municipal market manners. The aura in the courtroom is such that it will make you feel at ease. The bailiff seems to be permanently sporting a rash in his groins, fidgety, and thinks he is on a dramatic stage. The havaldar is a guest of honour who warms the seat and daydreams. The courtroom is itself a railway ‘thesen’ where people walk in and out at leisure. The advocates come in colourful flowery dresses, unpertubed. The typist types away at her own free will , most often outside the margins and sometimes onto the typewriter roll, often inventing the English language dictionary. And the poor judge, a helpless adaptable creature in the wilderness moving a pile of case files from left-hand-side to the right-hand- side endlessly calling out names and waiting for the respective advocates to make their appearances, who are attending to two or more cases at the same time in different courts in the same building.