Catch ’em young.
Candids of my understudy.
Homage to a great Goan tradition.
Growing up in the Goa we had no use for the alarm clock. Our wake-up call came at daybreak in the form of Ponk! Ponk!, the horn announcing the arrival of the neighborhood baker on his bicycle. Piping hot bread delivered to our doorstep was something we took for granted. It was part of being Goan. The tradition still continues, although the quality of bread has considerably diminished (to keep up with the Goan taste).
The art of breadmaking is a legacy vouchsafed Goans by the Portuguese. The Goan pão is (rather, was) a culinary masterpiece. Pão is Portuguese for bread, and the Goan breadmaker is known locally as poder, an adaptation of the Portuguese padeiro.
Breadmaking in Goa has for centuries been the province of the Catholic community. It is a family tradition handed down over generations with the entire clan involved in the operation. Every village has its own bakery or two where you may drop in unannounced, reel in your pão straight from the furnace, deposit money, and be on your way, all in a matter of a couple of minutes.
The three main varieties of Goan bread are the soft and chewy pão (cube), the crisp undo (round), and the poie (whole wheat pockets). The undo is delicious dipped in hot tea, but it goes especially well with xacuti. Another intriguing form is what is known as katricho pão (lit. scissored bread) where the dough is shaped with scissors. Then there is the kaknam (lit. bangles), rings of crusty bread, so called because they tinkle like glass bangles when fresh out of the oven. The practice of leavening dough with toddy has been retired, alas.
The occupation has come under stress in recent times with the changing social and economic patterns. See Dr. Nandkumar Kamat‘s tribute to the Goan poder.
In 2007, my wife Veena and I spent time at a couple of poders’, one in St Inez near Panjim and the other in Saligao. Following the photographs is a slideshow.
President of Ballarat.
Located at the foothills of the towering Panamint Range, the settlement of Ballarat near Death Valley National Park in California is now virtually abandoned. This ghost town, named after the boomtown in Australia, was once a buzzing supply point for the mines in the area.
Today, Ballarat has only one full-time resident, its caretaker Rocky Novak.
Another installment in an ongoing series.
The first time I saw this striking sculpture of Vetal was on a stormy monsoon morning, and it evoked at once a feeling of disquiet. Set out in the open in a forest in Loliem, a small village in south Goa‘s Canacona taluka, the ancient image is the most imposing in the entire region that includes Goa and southern Sindhudurg. I have photographed the site on a number of occasions the past seven years. If you decide to visit, time it around a dark monsoon hour when the surrounding foliage is thick and the air menacing.
This excerpt from the book Socio Cultural History of Goa by V.R. Mitragotri dwells on the mythos of Vetal.
All my earlier posts on Vetal theme are consolidated here.