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Goans: Britain's favourite migrants

From time to time the question has arisen whether the British treated Goans any diferently from the other South Asians in its African colonies. The answer is a firm yes and the British remained true to their Goan servants even when it came to migration of the UK as this excerpt for Hansard clearly shows: GOANS: UK PASSPORTS HL Deb 26 May 1976 vol 371 cc259-63 Lord ORR-EWING   My Lords, I beg leave to ask the Question which stands in my name on the Order Paper.   The Question was as follows: To ask Her Majesty's Government: (i) who authorised the issue of United Kingdom passports to Goan citizens; (ii) when, where and why this was done; (iii) whether the Indian Government had agreed to allow citizens from the territory to take up Indian nationality; (iv) whether Portugal—Goa's colonial power—was approached before United Kingdom passports were issued; and (v) how many United Kingdom passports were issued to Goan citizen...

The murder of innocent Khadija

The murder of Khadija (Watch out for more updates on this subject) I was first fell in awe of the mighty elephant when I was eight or nine. It was a magnificent David Shepherd painting reproduced in a magazine: a young bull charging the artist, ears flared, trunk raised to the heavens and the mighty tasks threatening carnage in defence of the herd. Elephants are usually quietanimals and go about the business of feeding without threatening any other animal unless the herd is threatened. I learnt that lesson when I was taken hunting by a well-known Pakistani big game hunter whose relatives were our neighbours in Eastleigh. I don’t think I said more than two words on that trip as I was completely rapt by the animals and the vegetation. Sure the lion is a magnificent king of the jungle and the cheetah is elegance personified and there is no less grace and stealth in the leopard. The majestic rhino and the buffalo have their own good graces but for me from that day the elephant was the grea...

The Bathing of the Mind

The Bathing of the Mind September is one of the best months to visit and tour Kenya. The mornings are fresh without any chill and the evenings are sublime, gives you that feel good kinda start to the day. Yep, definitely a spring in your step. In between dawn and dusk there is gentle warmth that opens your pores and lets out tiny sprays of perspiration. It is a kind of exhaust for the body. Dawn: 6:06, sunrise: 6:26, sunset: 6:32 dusk: 6: 53. So you get 12+ hour days and a bonus dusk of 21 minutes. All this very important, especially if you are heading out on your first safari. So there you are all cuddled up in the warmth of your bed at the Amboseli Lodge. Yesterday, you fell in love with the lodge straight away and you got a little peek at Mount Kilimanjaro. Didn’t that make your day? Did not look like there was much snow on the ice-cream top, though. Still it was an awesome sight, took your breath away didn’t it? Felt like there was something divine in the air. Before...

You say such nice things ... thanks

The things you said … Thank you so much for the feedback which I have reproduced here but I have held the names back because I was not sure you wanted them made public. It makes interesting reading and I thought I would share with you. At last somebody has the guts to say something on Goan Voice about destruction in Goa. Hi Cyprian, I've been reading your blog - makes very interesting reading and how true everything you have written !!! Thank you for the very refreshing reading material on your web. I have forwarded it to several of my friends. It brought back memories of a country (Kenya) I left, against my wish, four and a half decades ago to settle in Canada and now also in the US where we spend most of our retired lives with our four young grand children in the Sun & Sin City of Las Vegas. Your articles refreshed the old life and politics back home. Continued good luck on new writings, so reminiscent of your write ups in the Nation in the late 50s and early 60s. Wha...