Some mornings in Margao can start with standing in a queue. The line to pay telephone bills can be quite long. In these days of e-payments and credit card transfers one wonders how this comes to pass. But then again, this is 'queue therapy'. Standing in a line with people in front of you and behind you can be very therapeutic in this increasingly lonely world. And what a sense of achievement when one finally pays the bill! Can the click of an e-payment offer this sense of elation and triumph?
And the telephone bills we pay go to build these beautiful poles that lean elegantly across the road, hanging like the Sword of Damocles on the unwary pedestrian. Well, not really. This photo was taken when the cables were buried underground and the redundant poles were being axed. The axeman could not take out this proud pole the previous night, he only succeeded in making it bend a bit. It went down the next night.
Damocles sword or not, the people of Margao and neighbouring villages browse happily through the wares hung out for the feast fair. The man studying the red dress has to look straight up- upskirt- something he would not do if the said red dress was duly filled.
So what are we going to cook in our earthen kunnem during the rains when fish is scarce? Dried fish curry of course ! Purumentachem fest is a feast of provisions for those lean days. Thank God for that umbrella, else our vendor would get pretty dried up herself. She can sell you some sun-heated grams as well.