Dep : Kochi (COK) - Arr : Goa (GOI)
If you have been following my blog, you would know that we lived in Goa before we moved down to Kochi about 4 years ago. Well, I’m very happy to tell you all that we are moving back to Goa. In my husband’s words, “The call of the Mandovi river is too strong to be ignored”.
In fact, we think we are quite a bit Goan at heart. When our daughter was about 4 years old, and someone would ask her where she “came” from, she would very confidently state, “Appa (her father) is from Kochi, Amma (her mother) is from Kozhikode and I am from Goa”!
We moved to Goa from Mumbai, soon after we got married and lived there for 10 years. I believe that living there has spoiled us for life anywhere else. When I say life in Goa, I don’t mean the all the sea food and stuff like xacuti, vindaloo, cafreal, sorpotel, etc. (we’re vegetarian and we have heard too many of the “Goa is wasted on you guys” variety of comments) or the wine and feni (we don’t drink alcohol) or the rave, trance and other partying that Goa has become infamous for.
We are looking forward to our walks on the beaches (there are many that tourists haven’t an inkling about), watching the barges sailing down the Mandovi and Zuari rivers, the monsoon rains slowly approaching you from across the sea, the neighbourhood “padeiro” (baker) who bring fresh and warm “pao” (rolls/ bread) every morning and evening on his bicycle, the unhurried pace of everyday life, the friendly, polite and sincere people, and all those many, many little things that make life worthwhile.
There is a term that is used to refer to Goa and it is “sussegado” which is a Portuguese word and means relaxed, unhurried or laid back. What sussegado really means is an acceptance of and contentment with whatever life has to offer.
A little story I’ve heard (don’t know how true it is) explains this philosophy of life and goes like this.
Once a prosperous businessman came down from Mumbai to Goa on holiday. He noticed a man (let’s just call him Savio for this story) sitting patiently for hours together waiting for fish to bite at his fishing line. Savio finally caught enough fish for the night’s supper and got up to go home. The business man offered Savio a job in Mumbai and a reasonable salary as he felt Savio was wasting his time sitting around and doing nothing much. Savio wanted to know what taking up a job in Mumbai would eventually give him. The businessman told him he could earn a lot of money. Savio asked what he could do with so much money. The businessman told him he could do anything he wanted, including taking a holiday and go fishing. That’s when Savio replied saying that he was already doing all that anyway! So what did he want to go to Mumbai for?
So, we are leaving Kochi for Goa at the end of March. I am not going to be very regular with my posting due to all the madness that entails clearing out the house, packing up, moving, unpacking and settling in not to mention all those other little things that need to get done in between all this.
But do keep watching this space and bear with me if I’m not able to come over to all your blogs. I promise to be back as soon as possible.