Monday, 29 September 2014

CHOGM Road, IFFI and a Conductor Named Anushka





(2 Dec ’12)
            The road from Porvorim circle towards Calangute is named after a famous event that happened in Goa, yet few know its name, CHOGM, and even fewer what that stands for. When the Commonwealth Heads of Government Meeting happened in 1983, this road wound through the sleepy villages of Sangolda and Saligao. The latter was famous and rich, what with a CM who belonged to the place, but Sangolda was “Where’s That??” until a handful of years ago. Sangoddkars gave each other lifts on scooters since the two buses that stopped by it were inconveniently timed at early morning and late evening. Even today, in spite of the crazy traffic that leads to snarls at Porvorim circle and two-wheeler ‘victims’ to GMC with helmet-less head injuries, few public transport vehicles halt here.
            The two or three shops that existed on it were terribly expensive: Saudade, Rust and a now overrun by weeds Kashmir Emporium. Suddenly, in a couple of months, I’ve noticed that the world’s getting closer. Dreamscapes has come up to give the above shops competition, towards Saligao. Branches of HDFC and SBI face each other, their ATMs being the cause of many a traffic jam.
            From the Porvorim circle, there is a posh gymnasium, a BATA showroom that’s bigger than any I’ve seen in Mumbai or Delhi, and better loaded, too. With parking space!! The eateries here are attracting locals and tourists alike. Why, there’s even a paan-wallah so we can add spitting to our garbage woes. The signs of our civilization. Fruit-stalls, sugarcane-juice vendors and bhelpuri sellers have shown enterprise and I don’t need to depend on Mapusa/Panaji for those goodies. Thanks to the horticulture department, the CHOGM road boasts of a vegetable outlet, too. The little ‘bars and restaurants’ flourish as do the egg-curry and bread stalls, as indicated by the clusters of two-wheelers around them.
            Still, in spite of the activity, few know the road’s name nor its historical significance. It’s not yet been given a heritage tag.
            It’s high time roads like these had pavements/footpaths. People walking along them are at risk of being hit by cars. And drivers sometimes have a difficult time manoeuvring out of a difficult driving situation because of the narrowness of the road at places. It can only get worse. The only alternative is to have an efficient public transport system to bring down the number of vehicles. This government had mumbled something to that effect, let’s see what happens.
            Like the CHOGM, few people on the streets hereabouts know about IFFI although the papers have been covering it a lot. I take the bus from the national highway, and then the ferry to commute to and from Panaji. I asked fellow passengers about IFFI, and those who had heard of it confidently told me that one could see ‘cinemas’ there. Correct, but they were few. Considering that many well-wheeled people travel along CHOGM road to IFFI, as they do from Margao/Vasco/Ponda/Mapuca, perhaps for future festivals, some indicators should be put here about the event so that the aam junta knows what’s happening. And of course, somewhere, something should be put up about what CHOGM is… and make sure no one pastes a poster on it.
            IFFI, as always, has been a nice experience. For me, it’s armchair travelling, to see how people live in other countries, how film-makers represent events (like wars, religious atrocities) and human interactions (“Sister”, “Elles”). That people travel year after year to Goa not for the beaches or temples but for this festival, from India and from abroad, has shown how popular IFFI has become.
            If it wasn’t for IFFI, I might not have met Anushka, possibly Goa’s first woman conductor in a private bus. Plump, pleasant, usually dressed in a black sari, she guides people politely and happily on bus number 4470 that runs from Miramar to Porvorim. She doesn’t let me know what drove her to this job, only says that she didn’t see why she couldn’t do it, so she took it up. Ten hours of hard work, and surprisingly not much curiosity from the passengers. Only one other woman besides me asked her anything at all. Shows that Goans (of a certain strata and outside their homes) really do accept gender equality quite easily.
            The next exciting thing that’s going to happen in Goa is the Litfest at the International Centre. Waiting eagerly for it.
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