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Friday, March 22, 2024

Goan delicacies 
 

 सत्तरच्या दशकात पणजीत मिरामारच्या आमच्या हॉस्टेलात मी आमच्या मेस्ताकडून मी खूप काही गोष्टी शिकलो .

फ्रान्सिस हा गोव्यापासून काही हजार मैल दूर असलेल्या आणि गुजरातच्या एका मुखाशी असलेल्या दमण इथला. मात्र पोर्तुगीज राजवटीत दमण हा पोर्तुगीज इंडियाचा भाग असल्याने तो तसा निज गोंयकार. जसे चित्रकार मारिओ मिरांडा निज गोंयकार, मात्र त्यांचा जन्म दमण इथला.
तर दमणचा उच्चार दमॉव असा आहे हे मी फ्रान्सिस मेस्ताकडून शिकलो तसे ओब्रिगाद, पिकेन, कॉमेस्ता? असे कितीतरी पोर्तुगीज शब्द आणि इतर वाक्यरचनासुध्दा शिकलो.
तर किचनमध्ये सकाळी आणि दुपारी आमच्यासाठी राबत असताना या मेस्ताने तयार केलेले कितीतरी गोवन आणि पोर्तुगीज मूळ असलेले कितीतरी शाकाहारी आणि मांसाहारी पदार्थ मी पहिल्यांदा चाखले.
सरकारी गेस्ट हाऊसमध्ये खानसाम्या असतो त्याप्रमाणे गोव्यात ख्रिस्ती धर्मियांच्या संस्थासदनांत मेस्ता असतो.
फ्रान्सिस मेस्ताने त्याकाळात तयार केलेल्या विविध खाद्य पदार्थांची चव आजही माझ्या जिभेवर रेंगाळत असते,
स्वयंपाकघरात मी कायम असतो तरी या मेस्ताने तयार केलेले कितीतरी पदार्थ मला आजही करता येत नाही व आजतागायत केलेले नाही. उदाहरणार्थ, बिफ स्ट्रिक, बिफ शाकुती, चॉप्स, चिली फ्राय, नॉन-व्हेज समोसा आणि कटलेट्स.
बीए सेकंड इयरला असताना मी हाऊस मिनिस्टर असल्याने किचनची पूर्ण जबाबदारी माझ्यावर होती, त्यामुळे कॉलेजचा वेळ वगळता किचनमध्ये माझा भरपूर वावर असायचा.
सकाळीच मेस्ता बिफच्या मोठ्या तुकड्यांच्या हातभार लांबीच्या स्लाईसेस करून व्हिनेगरमध्ये भिजवायला ठेवायचा, नंतर टेबलावर बडवून रवा वगैरे लावून मस्तपैकी मंद आचेवर शिजवायचा.
दररोज सकाळी किमान अर्धा तास तो भल्यामोठ्या आकाराच्या खलबत्याच्या शेजारी स्टूलवर बसूनबसून त्यात ओले खोबरे वगैरे वाटत बसायचा, शाकुतीसाठी तर अधिक वेळ. त्यावेळी तो आम्हा पंचवीसतीस जणांसाठी स्वयंपाक बनवत असायचा
बिफ चॉप्स आणि कटलेट्स तर माझ्या खूप आवडीचे. आमच्या मेन्यूत कायम दर दुपारीं आणि रात्री बिफ आणि आठवड्यात दोनदा मासळी असायची. मात्र कुठलाही पदार्थ आठवड्यात रिपिट होणार नाही इतक्या वैविध्यतेचे पदार्थ हा मेस्ता बनवायचा.
पूर्ण शिजवलेल्या दाळीत अंडी फोडून टाकणे आणि मग थोडा वेळ दाळीला उकळी देणे हा आणखी एक खास गोंयचो खाद्यपदार्थ.
त्याशिवाय उकळलेले बटाटे आणि अंडीपासून सेमी-लिक्विड असलेली करी उंडो किंवा पावाबरोबर मस्त लागायची.
आमचे रात्रीचे जेवण दुपारीच बनवून चारच्या सुमारास तिशी ओलांडलेला हा मेस्ता अगदी नटूनथटून पणजीला जायचा. खांद्यापर्यंत रुळतील इतके मोठे त्याचे केस होते.
दररोज चकाचक दाढी करून तोंडाला भरपूर पावडर आणि ओठाला लिपस्टिक लावून खांद्यावर छोटोशी बॅग टाकून तो बाहेर पडायचा ते थेट रात्री नवाच्या आसपास फेणी घेऊन पूर्णतः झिंगलेल्या अवस्थेत आणि आम्हापैकी कुणाचा तरी कोंकणीत उद्धार करत तो परतायचा.
या दरम्यानच्या काळात तो पणजी किंवा सान्त इनेझला काय करायचा याबाबत आम्ही कधीच चौकशी केली नाही.
गेले काही दिवस फ्रान्सिस मेस्ताच्या आणि तो करत असलेल्या अनेक खाद्यपदार्थांच्या आठवणी परवा अचानक वर आल्या.
निमित्त होते म्हापसा मार्केटला काही खरेदीसाठी भेट.
तर तिथे एका बेकरीमध्ये काचेच्या कपाटात चिकन आणि बिफपासून बनवलेले समोसे, कटलेट्स, चॉप्स ओळीने मांडून ठेवले होते आणि माझ्या तोंडाला पाणीच सुटले.
खालच्या रांगेत पारंपरिक पध्द्तीने वेटोळे घालून ठेवलेले लाल भडक रंगाचे पोर्क सॉसेझेस होते.
त्यादिवशी पणजीत आझाद मैदानाशेजारी असलेल्या एका `टेक अवे' काउंटरला शंभर रुपयाला मिळणारी चिकन बिर्याणी घेण्यासाठी भलीमोठी रांग होती. मी अर्धा तासापासून व्हॅन येण्याची वाट पाहत असल्याने माझा नंबर तसा लगेच लागला.
त्या दिवशी पणजी बस स्टँडला गेलो होतो तेव्हाही असाच अनुभव.
गोवा दौरा आटोपून मुंबईपुण्याला आणि इतरत्र बसने जाणाऱ्या प्रवाशांची तिथं वर्दळ होती. रात्री प्रवासांत खाण्यासाठी त्या किराणा दुकानात अनेक खाद्यपदार्थ होते,
व्हेज पॅटिस, एग्ज पॅटीस, चिकन पॅटिस, चिकन समोसा, बटर पॅटीस. तिथे बिफ किंवा पोर्कचे खाद्यपदार्थ नव्हते तरी भरपूर खाद्यपदार्थांची भरपूर वैविध्यता होती.
मी राहतो त्या शहरात अशी वैविध्यपूर्ण खाद्य संस्कृती अभावानेच दिसते, त्यामुळे विशेष अप्रूप वाटले.
गोव्यात सर्रास उपलब्ध असलेली अनेक पेये गोव्याबाहेर नेण्यास निर्बध आहेत. त्याचप्रमाणे गोव्यात सगळीकडे बेकरीत आणि हॉटेलांत मिळणारे काही खाद्यपदार्थ महाराष्ट्रात आणण्यास परवानगी नाही. आणल्यास कारवाई होऊ शकते.
त्यामुळे केवळ ओठांवर रेंगाळणारी चव राखून जड जिभेसह गोव्यातून बाहेर पडलो.
Camil Parkhe, March 22, 2024

Friday, June 11, 2021

मिरामार बीचवर फुटबॉल -- फुटबाँलवेडा गोवा

(Siridao beach photo by Willy Goes)

समोरचे ते लांबवर पसरलेले पाणी पाहून मी अगदी थक्क झालो होतो. काही ठिकाणी तर दुसरा किनाराही नजरेस पडत नव्हता. इतके पाणी मी केवळ हिंदी चित्रपटांत एखादे गाणे चालू असताना गंगामैया किंवा यमुना नदीचा प्रवाह दाखवतात तेव्हाच पाहिले होते.

माझी उत्फुर्त प्रतिक्रिया होती ; अरे बापरे, किती मोठी नदी आहे ही !

नदी? ही नदी नाही, समुद्र आहे, अरबी समुद्र ! आमच्या दौऱ्याचे प्रमुख असलेले फादर किस्स पटकन म्हणाले.

त्या उत्तराने आता माझ्या तोंडाचा आ अधिकच वासला होता. आपण काय पाहत आहोत यावर माझा विश्वासच बसत नव्हता.
ही घटना आहे १९७८ ची. गोवा पुणे बेळगाव येशूसंघीय प्रांताने दहावी आणि अकरावीची परीक्षा दिलेल्या पंधरासोळा मुलांची आपल्या प्रांतातील मिशनकेंद्रांची व्होकेशनल टूर किंवा दैवी पाचारण दौरा आयोजित केला होता. अहमदनगर जिल्ह्यातील श्रीरामपूरहून मी एकटा या दौऱ्यात सामील झालो होतो. दौऱ्याच्या शेवटी पणजीला आल्यावर मिरामार बीचवर हा प्रसंग घडला होता.
एका बाजूला म्हणजे आमच्यासमोरच पणजी आणि कंपालकडून येणारे मांडवी नदीचे विशाल पात्र त्या अथांग सागरात विलीन होत होते आणि दुसऱ्या टोकाला निळ्याभोर आकाशापर्यंत भिडणारे ते पाणी म्हणजेच अरबी समुद्र होता !
माझी तर मती एकदम गुंग झाली होती. शालेय पुस्तकांत समुद्राविषयी कितीही शिकलो होतो तरी समुद्र प्रत्यक्ष पाहण्याचा माझा हा पहिलाच प्रसंग होता.
मिरामार समुद्रकिनाऱ्यावर उभे राहण्याची, तेथून तो समुद्र पाहाण्याची ही माझी पहिलीच वेळ. या मिरामार समुद्रकिनाऱ्यापाशीच आणि नंतर सान्त इनेजशेजारच्या ताळगावात मी माझ्या आयुष्याची यापुढील तब्बल चौदा वर्षे घालवणार आहे याची तेव्हा मला साधी कल्पनाही नव्हती !
त्यानंतर एक महिन्यानंतर येशूसंघीयांतर्फे नव्यानेच उघडलेल्या लोयोला प्री-नोव्हिशिएट किंवा पूर्वसेमिनरीत मी दाखल झालो. अशाप्रकारे बीए होईपर्यंत म्हणजे चार वर्षे माझे समुद्रकिनारी वास्तव्य होते.
जून महिन्यात मी मिरामार बीचपाशी राहायला आलो. त्या पहिल्या पावसाळ्यात समोरच्या समुद्राने धारण केलेल्या रुद्र रुपाने खूप भीती वाटायची. खवळलेल्या समुद्राच्या पाण्याच्या लाटांची उंची खूप असायची आणि भरतीच्या वेळी समुद्राचे पाणी तर अगदी रस्त्यापाशी आलेले असायचे. रात्री खवळलेल्या समुद्राच्या लाटांचा घोघो आवाज झोप उडवायचा.
नंतर काही दिवसातच या समुद्राची भिती गेली, समुद्राचे पाणी कोठे किती खोल, कुठे कमी खोल हे कळायला लागले आणि सुरक्षित ठिकाणी पोहोण्याचीं सवय आणि आवड निर्माण झाली.
धेम्पे कॉलेजातच माझे हायर सेकंडरी, पदवीचे आणि पदव्युत्तर शिक्षण झाले. बॉंबे युनिव्हर्सिटीची गोव्यातील आमची शेवटची बॅच. त्यानंतर गोवा युनिव्हर्सिटी स्थापन झाली.
धेम्पे कॉलेजासमोरच आमचे हॉस्टेल होते. पावसाळ्याचे दिवस वगळता वर्षभर दर दिवशी संध्याकाळी साडेचार ते साडेपाच वाजेपर्यंत आम्ही मुले मिरामार बीचवर फुटबॉल खेळायचो.
तेथील स्वच्छ आणि सफेद मऊ वाळूत हा खेळ खेळताना पायात बूट घालायची गरज भासली नाही. एका बाजूला माजी मुख्यमंत्री दयानंद बांदोडकरांची समाधी आणि दुसऱ्या बाजूला पाईन वृक्षांचे दाट जंगल यामध्ये असलेल्या समुद्र किनाऱ्यावर फुटबॉल खेळण्याची मजा काही औरच होती.
त्या मऊ वाळूत पळणे, फुटबॉल खेळवणे किंवा डॉज करणे, प्रतिस्पर्धी संघातील खेळाडूला मार्क करणे आणि गोलकिपरने चेंडू अडविणे वगैरे सर्वकाही त्या खेळातील नियमांप्रमाणे होई. खेळतांना खाली पडले तरी वाळूमुळे अंग खरचटण्याचे, रक्त येण्याचे प्रमाण वा मोठी जखमा होण्याचे प्रमाण खूप कमी असायचे.
१९७०च्या दशकांत गोव्यात पर्यटकांची संख्या आजच्या इतकी नव्हती. त्यामुळे या समुद्रकिनाऱ्यावर कुठल्याही अडथळ्याविना किंवा इतरांना त्रास ना होता दररोज एक तासाचा खेळ होई. फुटबॉल समुद्रात गेला तर तो आणणारा येताना पाण्यात एका डुबकीही घेऊन होई. फुटबॉलची मॅच चालू असताना पाऊस सुरू झाला तर खेळण्याची मजा काही औरच असायची.
युरो फ़ुटबाँल स्पर्धेमुळे पुढील काही दिवसांत फुटबॉल फीवर सर्वत्र चढत जाणार आहे अर्थात गोव्यासारख्या छोट्याशा राज्यातील फुटबॉलप्रेम यापुरते मर्यादित नाही. ते गोमंतकीय संस्कृतीत खोलवर रुजलेले आहे.
गोव्यातील शालेय किंवा महाविद्यालयीन जीवनात कधीही फुटबॉल खेळली नाही अशी व्यक्ती सहसा सापडणार नाही. अनेक घरांत गिटार वाजविणारी तरुण मुले आणि मुली आणि ज्येष्ठ नागरिकही असतात, त्याचप्रमाणे या छोटयाशा राज्यात घराघरांत फुटबाँलही असतो. गोवा ही चारशे वर्षांहून अधिक काळ पोर्तुगीजांची वसाहत होती, त्याचा हा एक परिणाम.
पावसाळा संपला आणि मोकळ्या मैदानांवरचे पाणी जमिनीत जिरले, भाताची शेते मोकळी झाली की मग तेथे सकाळी आणि संध्याकाळी शाळकरी मुले आपल्या कोचसह फुटबॉल खेळू लागतात.
फुटबॉलचा हा सराव कधी आंतरशालेय स्पर्धांसाठी असतो, कधी कुठल्या स्पोर्टस क्लबने आयोजित केलेल्या टुर्नामेंटसाठी असतो. मात्र हे दृश्य तुम्हाला पणजी, म्हापशासारख्या शहरात दिसेल तसेच अंजुना समुद्रकिनाऱ्यापाशी दिसेल किंवा सांता एस्तेव्ह सारख्या बेटावरही दिसते (आता या गावाला काही बाजूंनी पुलाने जोडले गेले असल्याने बेट असण्याचे नावीन्य राहिले नाही).
भाताची कापणी होऊन एखादे शेत मोकळे झाले कि मग मुले फुटबॉल खेळण्यासाठी त्याचा ताबा घेतात. शाळेच्या मैदानांवर तर त्यांचा वर्षभर हक्क असतोच.
कधीकधी ही मुले फुटबॉल शूज, लांब मोजे घालून आलेली असतात तर कधी बूटमोज्याविनाही सराव करताना आढळतात. फुटबॉल डॉज करण्यासाठी, वेडीवाकडी वळणे घेत फुटबॉलशी खेळता यावे यासाठी सरावाची साधने घेऊन आली असतात. त्यांना कोचिंग करणारा तरुण किंवा मध्यमवयीन व्यक्ती त्यांच्या शाळेतले क्रीडाशिक्षक असतात किंवा स्थानिक स्पोर्टस क्लबचे सदस्य असतात.
गोव्यात माझ्या बहिणीकडे गेलो की या शाळेच्या मैदानात किंवा एखादया मोकळ्या झालेल्या पॅडी फिल्डवर मुलांचा फुटबॉलचा सराव पाहणे, कधी एखादा अटीतटीचा सामना पाहणे यात चांगला वेळ जातो. एकूण फुटबॉल हा खेळ अनेक गोमंतकीयांची पॅशन आहे.
पणजी येथील कम्पाला ग्राउंडवर तुम्ही गेलात तर तेथे अनेक जण क्रिकेट आणि फुटबॉल खेळतांना तुम्हाला हमखास सापडतील. गोव्याचे पहिले मुख्यमंत्री दयानंद बांदोडकर यांनी दूरदृष्टी राखून पणजीतील मांडवी नदीच्या तीरावरील मिरामारपर्यंतचा लांबवरचा पट्टा विविध कला, क्रीडा आणि संस्कृती क्षेत्रांसाठी राखून ठेवला.
त्यामुळे या क्षेत्रांत रस असणाऱ्या गोमंतकीय आणि इतरांचीही खूप सोय झाली. गोव्याची कला अकादमी येथेच आहे.
विशेष म्हणजे कला, क्रीडा आणि संस्कृती या विषयाला वाहिलेल्या अनेक संस्था आणि स्पोर्टस क्लब्स गोव्यात गावोगावी सापडतात. फुटबॉल हा या स्पोर्टस क्लबचा प्रमुख आणि सर्वाधिक लोकप्रिय खेळ असतो. यापैकी अनेक स्पोर्टस क्लब्सना खूप वर्षांचा वारसा आहे. त्यापैकी काही पोर्तुगीज जमान्यातील आहेत.
काही क्लब्सना स्वतःच्या मालकीचे स्पोर्टस ग्राउंड्स आहेत, इमारती आणि कार्यालये आहेत, ग्राउंडवर फुटबॉल, हॉकी किंवा क्रिकेट खेळले जाते आणि इमारतीत विविध इन-डोअर गेम्स खेळले जातात.
गोव्यात घरी सकाळी वृत्तपत्र आले की पहिल्यांदा अगदी शेवटचे म्हणजे क्रीडा पान वाचणारे माझे अनेक मित्र आहेत. गोमंतकीयांसारखे इतके क्रीडाप्रेम भारताच्या काही मोजक्याच राज्यांत आढळेल.
गोव्याच्या या लोकप्रिय खेळास प्रमुख स्थानिक उद्योग कंपन्यांनी, दानशूर व्यक्तींनी आणि धनवानांनी गेली अनेक वर्षे आर्थिक पाठबळ पुरविले आहे. डेम्पो स्पोर्टस क्लब, साळगावकर स्पोर्ट्स क्लब, माजी मुख्यमंत्री चर्चिल आलेमाव यांचा चर्चिल ब्रदर्स वगैरे नामांकित स्पोर्टस क्लब्स गोव्यात आहेत.
या क्लब्ससाठी गोव्यातील फुटबॉलपटू खेळात असतात. त्यामुळे या फुटबॉलपटूंना बिदागी मिळतेच, त्याशिवाय या खेळास आर्थिक पाठबळ मिळून नवी पिढीही या खेळाकडे आकर्षित होते.
गोव्यातील वृत्तपत्रांत फुटबॉलची माहिती असणारा स्पोर्टस रिपोर्टर असणे आवश्यक असते, कारण क्रीडापानांवरील प्रमुख बातम्या या फुटबॉलच्या असतात.
तसे पाहू गेल्यास फुटबॉल हा खेळ जगातील सर्वाधिक देशात सर्वाधिक खेळला जाणारा आणि प्रत्यक्ष मैदानावर वा टीव्हीवर पाहिला जाणारा खेळ आहे. त्या तुलनेने क्रिकेट, हॉकी किंवा टेनिस हे खेळ काही ठराविक देशांतच लोकप्रिय आहे. या क्रीडाप्रकारांत प्रावीण्य मिळालेले पेले आणि डायगो मॅराडोना यासारखे अनेक खेळाडू त्यांच्या हयातीतच दंतकथा बनले आहेत.
मात्र भारताच्या बाबतीत बोलायचे झाल्यास भारतात काही अगदी मोजक्याच राज्यांत फुटबॉल हा लोकप्रिय खेळ आहे आणि त्या राज्यांमध्ये गोव्याचा समावेश होतो. इतर राज्यांमध्ये केरळ, पंजाब, पश्चिम बंगाल आणि ईशान्य राज्यांचा समावेश होतो.
संतोष ट्रॉफी हा या खेळातील देशातील सर्वात मानाचा चषक. तो चषक केवळ या मोजक्या राज्यांत वर्षानुवर्षे फिरत राहिला आहे. त्यांत नव्या राज्यांची भर पडलेली दिसत नाही.
ब्रह्मानंद संकवाळकर यांच्या नेतृत्वाखाली गोव्याच्या संघाने संतोष ट्रॉफी पहिल्यांदा १९८३ साली जिंकली. ट्रॉफी जिंकून गोव्यात आल्यानंतर ब्रह्मानंद आणि त्यांच्या संघातील खेळाडूंची पणजीत ट्रकमधून मिरवणूक काढली होती. मला आठवते लोक मोठया संख्येने या फुटबॉलपटूंचे स्वागत करण्यास आले होते. ब्रह्मानंद संकवाळकर यांना नंतर देशातील क्रीडाक्षेत्रातील सर्वोच्च अर्जुन पुरस्काराने सन्मानित करण्यात आले.
भारतात गोवा, केरळ, पश्चिम बंगाल आणि ईशान्य राज्यांत फुटबॉलची इतकी क्रेझ असूनही आपला देश आंतराष्ट्रीय स्तरावर या खेळात खूप मागे आहे. जगाच्या नकाशावर टिंबाएव्हढे अस्तित्व असणारे छोटेछोटे देश सध्या चालू असलेल्या फुटबॉलच्या जागतिक कप स्पर्धेत हिरीरीने भाग घेत आहेत.
फुटबॉल वर्ल्ड कप स्पर्धेत पहिल्यांदाच पदार्पण करणारे काही देश तर या स्पर्धेच्या चषकाचे दावेदार असणाऱ्या देशांनाच आव्हान देताना दिसत आहेत.
यापैकी अनेक देशांची नावे प्रेक्षक पहिल्यांदाच ऐकत असतील. गेली अनेक वर्षे भारत मात्र या महत्त्वाच्या स्पर्धेत पात्रताफेरीतच बाद होतो,
युरो फुटबॉल कप आज रात्री 12.30 पासून सुरू
आता पुढील काही दिवस मी फ़ुटबाँल मॅचेस पाहणार आहे.

Thursday, April 22, 2021

A case of news story on ragging in Goa college

A case of news story on ragging in Goa college

 ‘There is a complaint of a ragging case in Goa Dental College (DMC). The victim girl is ready to speak. Rush to Mapusa along with a photographer.’ Bikram Vohra, Editor of The Navhind Times, said this to me as soon I entered the newspaper office. I immediately left Panjim for Mapusa.

I had joined as a reporter for Panjim-based The Navhind Times in 1981. Later I registered for the M. A. (Philosophy) course of the Bombay University. (Goa University was founded a couple of years later.) Since I was still a student, the editor had allotted to me the beat of a campus reporter along with the crime-court beats.
That was the reason the newspaper editor had sent me to the girl's house in Mapusa to report on the ragging case at the dental college.
Forty years after this incident, now I faintly recall that the complainant girl's house was located at the foot of Altinho (a hillock in Portuguese) in Mapusa. When I reached her home, the girl's father received me. After casting a glance at the living room, I realised that the family was pretty rich.
As soon as I handed over my visiting card, the girl's father introduced himself and gave me his own visiting card. Petkar, a lawyer, was a standing counsel for the Central Government. He immediately explained to me that he was authorised to represent as a lawyer the Union government in cases involving the Union government.
Although I regularly attended hearings at the Panjim bench of the Bombay High Court as a Crime and Court reporter, I was hearing of this designation for the first time. I now knew that the thick volumes of books in the built-in wall cupboards in the living hall were law books.
Petkar briefed me on the case until the tea and biscuits arrived at the table. He said his daughter, who was in her first year at the Goa Dental College in Bambolim, located eight to 10 km from Panjim, was being ragged by her seniors for the past few days and that the girl was ready to talk to me about it. As a lawyer, he was careful about all the legal issues in the case, he explained to me. Soon after, his daughter came out of the inner room and sat on the sofa next to her father in front of me.
My interview as a reporter now began. My questions started pouring in.
Who were the persons involved in ragging? What were the methods of ragging and how many days was this trouble going on? Has she reported the matter to the teachers or the college authorities?
This incident dates back to the 1980s when there were no separate laws or regulations related to ragging. Till that day, I had never heard of ragging complaints or newspaper reports related to ragging cases. Nonetheless, I was asking my questions from the perspective of a crime reporter –crime and court were the additional twin beats I covered.
While answering the questions, the girl often stumbled and kept on looking at her father for help. Her lawyer father would come to the rescue of his daughter, and just as she was completing half the sentences herself, he was providing additional information. I was directing my questions back to the girl and Petkar, as a seasoned lawyer, would strengthen his daughter’s position by providing more details about the ragging.
When I arrived at The Navhind Times office with details of the ragging as given by the girl and her father, the editor immediately summoned me to his cabin. Instinctively, I knew that the ragging case would be a major story in our newspaper’s next edition (the term ‘Breaking news’ was not common during those days).
‘Yes Camil, tell me what’s the story?’ Editor Vohra asked me as he drew with his left hand pictures of aeroplanes on the notepad on his desk. During those years, Vohra was one of the expert aviation journalists in the country. Drawing aeroplanes pictures on papers and notepads was his habit.
Although only 28 years old, Bikram Vohra was a seasoned journalist. He had learnt journalism lessons under the tutelage of Khushwant Singh, editor of the most widely circulated English weekly, The Illustrated Weekly Of India. Moreover, he had also appeared as a 'quiz master' on ‘Doordarshan’ television channel even before the small box had reached all households in the country.
I started briefing the editor about the ragging story. A large number of students in her class and also senior students in the dental college were ragging that girl in various ways. The modus operandi of the ragging was, of course, not as severe as reported on college campuses in later years.
Materials like plaster of Paris used for molds made in dentistry at the dental college were being stuffed in her mouth. She was isolated everywhere in class, college campus and no one was allowed to talk to her. While the students travelled from Panjim to Bambolim and back, the girl student was not allowed a seat and she was deliberately pushed when the college bus was moving. There were many complaints of this nature.
I would have typed this news slowly on a typewriter, then the sub-editor or the chief deputy editor would correct the spellings in that news copy. The editor did not have the patience.
He quickly pulled the notepad forward, lifted a pen from the pen stand, tilted his neck, and began to write the story with his left hand. In between, he sought from me some details of the story. He wrote the one-and-half page news in 15 minutes and placed it before me.
I did not find any factual or other error in the copy except for the wrong spelling of 'Parke' instead of 'Parkhe' as my surname in the story byline.
‘Done?’ Vohra asked me and as soon as I said `yes’, he got up from the chair, lit a cigarette and went to the balcony of his cabin.
The Navhind Times and (Marathi Navprabha) offices were then located in a tiny one-storeyed bungalow-type building with a tiled roof. From the balconies, we reporters could see the Mandovi river and the Dayanand Bandodkar road, connecting Miramar and Panjim.
The story handwritten by the editor was typed by his personal assistant and then handed over to the news desk. The news desk did not have to do any work on that story, which appeared as the anchor story on page one the next day. As was his wont with all the stories he cleared, the editor had also given the headline for the story.
The news was carried on Sunday. Despite being the capital of Goa, Panjim is very quiet on Sundays. The editor, chief reporter, and other senior journalists were on weekly off on that day. I stayed at home in Taleigaon on Monday, my weekly off. So I had absolutely no idea what was going on in our newspaper office in my absence that day.
I learnt on Tuesday morning that two buses of the Goa Dental College had arrived at The Navhind Times office on Monday morning. Students wearing white aprons got out of it and stormed into the newspaper office. During those days, there were no security guards at newspapers or any other offices. A delegation of the agitated students met Editor Vohra to express their objections against the ragging case story in the newspaper.
The news of the ragging incident that we had published was not true at all, the students claimed. There was no ragging of that girl or anyone else, the students said, claiming that the news had defamed the Goa Dental College and its students.
I have no idea how Editor Bikram Vohra pacified those angry students. The next day, in Tuesday’s edition, The Navhind Times carried a corrigendum at the bottom of the third page. Quoting the students, it said that no ragging had taken place at the dental college. The editor had also apologised for the agony the news had caused to the students and others.
After seeing this corrigendum in Tuesday's issue and then talking to other colleagues, I realized what had taken place in the office a day earlier in my absence.
Before writing this sensational report of ragging, I and my editor had not followed the basic principle of talking to all involved parties, in this case the Goa Dental College dean as well as the students against whom the ragging charges were levelled.
However, after talking to the students, the newspaper editor had accepted his mistake and immediately followed the other convention in journalism, of issuing a corrigendum. Mind you, issuing a corrigendum is not easy for any editor – it is always issued in the name of the editor, no matter who is responsible for the blunder. Corrigendum reflects and affects the credibility of any newspaper.
Most surprisingly, no one in the newspaper held me responsible for such a major blunder. That was mainly because the editor himself had written the news story on ragging. And those days, fresh from my college days, I was too small in the newspaper hierarchy to be held responsible.
Fortunately the Goa Dental College students were also satisfied with the tendered apology.
Neither the allegedly ragged 'victim' nor her father, a reputed lawyer, contacted me or our newspaper to defend their charges.
The college girl student had obviously levelled baseless ragging allegations for some reasons I never leant. Her lawyer father too had apparently fallen prey to the bogus charges of his lone daughter. I, also a crime and court reporter, had also unwittingly been a victim in this case.
Such unforgivable human mistakes can happen in journalism or any business or field. Often they are not intentional. Therefore, it is wise to accept those mistakes in time, and control the situation by controlling the damage. Editor Bikram Vohra withdrew the issue without making it a matter of prestige and the issue was immediately dropped.
Within a year or two, Bikram Vohra travelled to the Gulf countries for better prospects, where he worked for three decades as an editor for the Gulf News and the Gulf Times. His quirky style articles are occasionally published in The Times of India.
During this period, the office of the newly established Goa University was temporarily opened at Bambolim in a building adjacent to the Dental College. Although the DMC students and I never met face to face in this case, I did not have the courage to go to the Goa University office for news after this controversial news. After that apology, the matter was settled on the same day in the eyes of all those involved.
I have kept hundreds of cuttings with my printed name or byline since 1974. There is of course, no scrap of this controversial news that appeared at the top of page one.
In my long career in English-language journalism, I have had many other instances of misinformation, inadvertently, or careless. However, the news of ragging not happening and the students' march on our daily is a big incident. After a period of three-and-half decades, this unjust and easily avoidable phenomenon in journalism still lingers in my mind.

Sunday, August 9, 2020

When fugitive Charles Sobhraj was nabbed in Porvorim, Goa


 When fugitive Charles Sobhraj was nabbed in Porvorim, Goa

I was winding up my work in our newspaper office in Panjim on a Sunday evening when I attended a telephone call. A newspaper reader wanted to know about the frantic activity going around in Porvorim near Panjim. As a crime reporter of The Navhind Times, I asked the caller some details related to his query and assured him to check what was happening there. Then, I made a quick call to the police control room and was relaxed when I got the stock reply, "सोगळे शांत असा, काय गडबड ना!” (No major crimes, all is well!)
That was one of the first and also the most casual calls on the office landline I received on that Sunday late evening, 6 April 1986.
It was past 8.30 pm. In 1970s and early 1980s, there was almost no life on streets in Panjim, capital of Goa, Daman and Diu after 7 pm on weekdays , and Sundays and public holidays, would be even worse. A person informing about something abnormal happening on Panjim-Mapusa route on Sunday evening therefore rang an alarming bell in me, a crime reporter. I immediately rang up to the police control room, Number 100, to know what was happening in Porvorim.. ‘Kay Na’ prompt came the reply and I was assured.
I rang up a police inspector but he too said there was nothing to report. Within half an hour, I had received more calls.
Those days there was a single road for the most stretch of the Panjim-Mapusa route and therefore many people on the move had noticed that something was cooking at a particular site.
By 9 p.m, there were many such calls, each phone call prompting me to ring up higher police officials and different police stations to verify if something strange or major incident was taking place at the site. Thus I had called Mapusa police station, press relations officer of the Goa Police and many others and each verification call had drawn a blank.
The calls of our newspaper readers really irritated me. It was Sunday and normally I did not stay in the office so late. The deadline for filing stories for us reporters was 7.30 pm, maximum 8 pm by which time our Assistant Editor M. M. Mudaliar would clear stories, mark their pages, and leave for home. Only stories meant for the page one were accepted after that and they were cleared by Editor Bikram Vohra when the night chief sub-editor along with page one copies went in a office jeep to his Miramar residence at around 9 pm. There was a reason why I was hanging around so late in the newspaper office that Sunday night.
With Mudaliar’s prior permission, that evening I had booked urgent calls to Delhi headquarters of the Indian Federation of Working Journalists (IFWJ) to confirm about my journalism diploma course in Bulgaria and a visit to Russia. Those days, the BSNL had ordinary, urgent and lightening categories for local and outstation calls. After the urgent call materialised after two hours waiting, IFWJ president K. Vikram Rao had asked me to fly to New Delhi the very next day as I, along with other journalists, were to fly to Moscow within a week. With this excitement of my foreign tour, now I was troubled with these telephone calls about some strange happenings in Porvorim. Was someone playing a prank, I wondered.
Soon, I got another call. This time the caller was more specific. Has the police caught a big fish near Porvorim, he asked. That was an alarm bell for the crime reporter in me. I rang up the senior most police, Goa inspector general of police. I apologised to him for calling on Sunday at this night hour and asked him if there was any major arrest or happening near Porvorim. I felt assured when he replied in the negative. But when there was no end to inquisitive telephone callers and there seemed no possibility if prank calls, I once again called the Goa IGP with more profound apologies. This time, the IGP did not hide his annoyance. “Camil, you know it too well, If there is anything major, or arrest of a big fish, I will be the first person to know it,” he said, again denying that any major happening was taking place at that moment in Porvorim.
Normally, such reply from the top cop would have been final. But this time I did not feel assured. Was the IGP hiding the news for the time being? I wondered.
Jovita Lopes, our sports reporter, who was typing his stories on typewriter had his ears all tuned to my local telephone conversation, the repeated phone calls and my efforts to verify the callers’ claims. Soft-spoken Jovito who was also a school teacher was much senior to me in journalism. The night chief sub had already left with a compiled bunch of stories of national news agencies and reporters for the editor’s residence. After I had ended my second telephone call to the IGP, Jovito filed his last sport story, asked the peon to send it for Linotype setting and he turned to me and said. : Camil, there is really something big cooking up there in Porvorim. Let’s now waste time. Let’s move to that spot even if it it late night!”
Hurriedly, both of us climbed down the wooden steps of our one-storeyed tiled roof building and Jovito took out his scooter. In a few minutes, we had crossed both the Pato and Mandovi bridges and 10 minutes later arrived at O Coqueiro hotel in Porvorim, which had figured in some of those telephone calls. Some people who were on the road outside the hotel told us that the `centre of action’ had moved from O Coqueiro to Mapusa. Without wasting a moment, Jovito sped away his scooter. Soon we had arrived near the bust of Mahatma Gandhi, in Mapusa and now there was no need to ask anyone the direction .
There was huge crowd at the Hotel Residency, the hotel of the Goa Tourism Department Corporation located just opposite Mapusa bus stand. Jovito and I realised that a major event was indeed unfolding there. The crowd was watching as a group of persons with strong physique made hurried movements from the hotel to the private taxis parked there. There was no guessing that these plains clothed people were police personnel. There were obviously in hurry to leave the place as early as possible and none of them were interested in talking to anyone, let alone presspersons. I had noted that a few journalists from other newspapers in Goa were already at the spot before us !
I held my breath as I saw what was happening before my eyes and learnt what had taken place. Jovito, a seasoned journalist, had managed to speak to some those persons and the gathered bits of information was just shocking : The plain clothed persons we were watching getting their bags into the waiting taxis were Mumbai Police personnel and they had just succeeded in recapturing a most wanted international criminal, Charles Sobhraj. The serial killer had escaped some weeks back from India’s most high security Tihar Central Prison. The daredevil team of Mumbai police had been on the trail of the fugitive for a few weeks.
What we gathered from the action spot was that the Mumbai police team headed by Madhukar Zende had nabbed Charles Sobhraj perhaps an hour before at O Coqueiro hotel in Porvorim. The Mumbai police had for most obvious reasons not given any clues to the Goa police about the big fish they had in their net. That explained why even Goa’s top cop, the inspector general of police - was not aware of what was going on right under his nose in this tiny territory.
The Mumbai police team was in a hurry to leave for Mumbai along with their most prized cash. As a reporter who visited everyday Panjim police station and also the Goa bench of the Bombay High Court everyday, I understood the need and hurry of the Mumbai police team in rushing out of this Goa at this late night hour. The notorious criminal they had just nabbed had to be produced in a court within 24 hours after the declared time of his arrest. Obviously they were not interested in producing their prized catch in a court in Goa and thus make Goa Police a party to their extraordinary success of arrest of the fugitive criminal.
The Mumbai Police team which was on a long hunt to locate the whereabouts of Charles Sobhraj had been going in cognito during these days. They did not even have their official cars and were now leaving for their headquarters in Mumbai in private hired taxis.
Jovito and I were at the ground before Hotel Residency not more than 10 minutes. We watched in awe as the six to seven taxis – Charles Sobhraj was bundled off on one of them – sped away one by one before our eyes towards Altinho and then straight to Mumbai.
A few seconds later, Jovito and I rushed to his scooter and we too sped away in opposite direction –to Panjim - and to inform our boss the most prized catch in our booty which we had to file at this hour which was beyond our newspaper deadline.
Immediately on arrival at the newspaper office, Jovito rang up editor Bikram Vohra to inform him of our story. The editor in turn spoke to the night chief sub and asked him to accommodate the late story and thus delay the next day’s newspaper printing. By this time, Jovito had been banging speedily the typewriter keys with his one finger typing. Ten minutes later, the chief sub-editor had a quick look at the one and half pages news copy and sent it to ground floor for linotype setting. I had not much role in this.
The next day, The Navhind Times carried a front page eight columns news with a joint byline ‘Jovito Lopes and Camil Parkhe’, announcing recapture of Interpol-wanted criminal Charles Sobhraj. No, it was not a scoop for The Navhind Times. A few other dailies in Goa had also carried the news in that day’s edition. The national dailies however missed the news of late night capture of one of the world’s most celebrated criminal.
Thanks to the alertness of sports reporter Jovito Lopes, I, a crime reporter was saved from the huge shame and lifelong embarrassment of missing a major, international story of re-arrest of Sobhraj.
The Mumbai police left Goa with their prized collection just before the midnight. No, no, there was no encounter after the police team entered Maharashtra borders. Mumbai police in 1970s and 1980s was regarded the best in investigation and dedication in the whole world, next only to the Scotland Police. After reaching their headquarters, Mumbai police proudly announced to the world that they had captured Charles Sobhraj and the news was carried the next day in all national dailies.
Post script
The day The Navhind Times carried news of arrest of Charles Sobhraj, I flew to New Delhi. I had carried the NT newspaper copies with me. I stayed with Mr. Padmnabhan, Special Correspondent of The Hindu in New Delhi, whose son, also a Hindu reporter in Chennai, was to attend journalism course along with me in Bulgaria. The newspaper clipping impressed Mr Padmanabhan who the very next day arranged my interaction with some New reporters in connection with the arrest of Charles Sobhraj. I too became a celebrity, basking in the reflected glory of the celebrity criminal !!!.
Charles Sobhraj who was released after serving his term in Indian prison later lived in France. Presently he has been serving a prison sentence in Nepal for another crime he committed in that country.
By the way, Madhukar Zende, leader of the Mumbai police team, who nabbed Charles Sobhraj and who post-retirement is now settled in Katraj in Pune does not believe that capturing Sobhraj was his most extraordinary achievement in his career. There are other more significant cases investigated and handled by him, he says.

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