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Mangalore days
By Ravi Lobo

March 11, 2009

"The true paradises are those that we have lost."

-Marcel Proust 

Prologue

From my home, there are two ways to reach Mangalore. One is via Surathkal by highway the fast route. The other one is via Maravoor, the long way. Being a slow person I have always preferred the slow route. On the slow route the first major stop is Kateel, the temple city. During my school days, I used to bunk classes to attend various functions at the temple. The lunches were free. Somehow, these free lunches were responsible for my broad view of religion. They made me a cosmopolitan. 

Few yards from the temple there is a bridge, across the river, and if you are lucky you could see the elephant bathing in the river. The tar road snakes ahead, amidst scenic views, finally reaches Mangalore. I have traveled on this road several times. Some time without purpose. Some time just to have an ice cream at Ideal. 

On rare occasions though, I have taken the fast route, and got down at Surathkal. There is a beach. Bordering the beach there are many nameless trees. As a child I have built castles on the sand. At night, moon light plays on the sea waves. Other times sky is dark and full of stars. Now and then lights of far ships twinkle on the horizon. Light house makes a period illumination. Meteors fall suddenly. I have closed my eyes and made wishes at falling stars. And each time these wishes have been granted. 

There was chaos in the out side world. However Mangalore was like an island. Nothing could possibly go wrong here. In those days, if someone had asked me to describe heaven, I couldn’t have given a better picture than Mangalore. They were beautiful days. They were heavenly days, but they didn’t last long. No Mangalorean had imagined, in their wildest dream, the days that followed. 

Arrival at Bajpe

It is not a well known fact that how precariously Bajpe airport is situated. There is a quarry just around the corner. If a pilot presses accelerator instead of brakes - or aeronautical instruments meant for such purposes –then only Gods’ intervention can save the plane. Landing at Bajpe is a nightmare for new pilots. 

I always compose a small prayer, just before the landing.  “God, please not this time!” just a one liner, but to the point. 

When the plane landed this time, I let a deep sigh, children clapped, old people closed prayer books, air hostesses smiled artificially and gave “All OK” look. “Thank you, God” I said. 

I saw mom in the lounge: she had not seen me yet. Normally, moms have an intuition for their children. They can feel when their child is in the vicinity. They can always guess what their children are up to, their little secrets and plots. Moms have this pre installed motherly thing. My mom doesn’t have such intuition for me. I am her least favorite child. 

She was searching me in the crowd: I was standing right behind her. I gave a small tap on her shoulder. “Hello Mom,” I said. For a moment our gazes locked. We didn’t say anything. I was seeing her after 2 years. There was so much to share; so many things. Where to start? Finally she said: “When did you last cut your hair?”

“What?”

“You heard me”

“C’mon mom!” I said.

“First thing tomorrow, you are going to cut your hair. I don’t want a hippie in my house.”

She has a thing for long hair. Long back, when dad had gone to see her first time, he had hair up to shoulders. Dad’s family was modern. They were searching for an intelligent wife for dad. They asked many questions to mom. It was a tough elimination process. They wanted to make sure she was the right person. The questions to mom were unconventional. What is the 12th number in a Fibonacci series? What is the possibility of fetching a red ball from a bag of 6 red and 5 white balls? Finally a managerial question – What mom would do if her future son, opts for totally useless profession - that of a writer?

Mom answered all these questions. Later boy’s side asked mom, whether she has any questions. This was just a formality. She was not expected to ask anything. However mom had one question for Dad. “Why the long hair?” she asked.

This was not expected. Dad clearly astounded.

“What?” he said.

“You heard me”

“C’mon ma’am”

“I don’t want to marry a hippie,” mom said.

“I am not a hippie, I am a fan of – Beatles,” dad said.

“Well, you have to select between Beatles and me.” She concluded.

That was long time back. Dad did the right choice, cut his hair, forgot Beatles, married mom and soon I was born. 

Welcome to Mangalore

At the airport, when I opened the door for a lady, she was clearly surprised. Strangers gave me strange looks when I smiled at them. 


“Stop your pseudo courtesy,” mom said. 

In the car, I noticed, our driver was not wearing the seat belt. I politely reminded him.

“Pardon me Monsieur,” I said, “you are not wearing your seat belt.” 

“Shut up and keep quiet,” mom said, “No need for seat belts here!”

In other countries if your mom harasses you like this you can call the police. Police will come and arrest your mom. Then you will be taken away from your mom and will be put in a state-of-the-art child care facility. These countries believe that children are their future. In our country, we are not sure about the Present; there is no question of Future. Many moms exploit this fact. 

Security at the airport

Every year I used to get two bottles of Johnnie Walker from Duty-Free. I stopped this after a curious incident at the airport, couple of years back.

The security person stopped me at the airport, “you can not take these bottles inside the plane,” he said.

“Why?”

“For security reasons”

“What security reasons?”

“For example, the content of these bottles could be RDX”

“RDX is solid, the bottles have liquid,” I said.

“Is it? I didn't know that”

“You should know, you are the security person, if I really want to smuggle explosives in the plane, I would probably use liquid Nitroglycerin” 

Then a senior security person intervened. “What is going on here?”

“Sir, this gentleman wants to take these two bottles of alcohol inside the plane,” said the first officer.

“Never!” the senior guy shouted. “This could be RDX”

“No Sir! RDX is solid,” said the opportunistic first officer. “But this could be very well liquid Nitroglycerin”

“Smart boy, I was just testing you”

This drama went on for a while. No amount of begging convinced these morons. Subsequently I stopped getting alcohol. Other thing I didn’t get this time is –Tiger Balm that is a different story.  

A tiger from Kerala

Every time when I come down for vacation, among other things, mom always wants me to get – Tiger Balm. I searched for Tiger Balm in Boston and New Jersey but failed.

“You used to get it from Middle East,” mom said anxiously.

Middle East was a different story. You could probably get anything there. 

One time in Bahrain, I was having Kori Rotti, a Mangalorean delicacy, in a Mallu restaurant. After a while I noticed a man stooping over me.

“Are you from Mangalapuram, sir?” he asked.

This AKA name, for my home place, irked me to the core.

“Yes” I said.

“Nice place sir, however I must say, the people are bit queer.”

“What’s wrong with the people?”

“Like the Mangalapuram crabs…”

“What’s wrong with the crabs?”

“Mangalapuram crabs are unique sir. You can keep them in a lidless container. Like Mangalapuram people, crabs pull each others legs to make sure no one would escape.”

“All crabs do that! Not only Mangalorean crabs.”

“No Sir, last time we had some Italian crabs; not knowing much about them I had kept the lid open and was doing some chores outside. Like the Italian people, crabs helped each other, when I came back the container was empty.” 

I knew the moron was lying. But I was not sure. 

“Sir, Let me tell you a story, to justify my point”

“I don’t want any stories. I am a story teller myself,” I said.

“Sir, please hear my story. Unlike the things happening in Mangalapuram, my story has a moral.” 


I kept silent. He continued. 

“Long time back, there was a boy working at our home in Kottayam. He was an orphan. He was doing the chores at daytime and night used to sleep in the corner. Hard working boy, sir. I treated him well; He worked for me few years. One day this boy comes to me and says - he no more wants to work for me; he says he wants to go to Arab land. I told him, very well, go to Arab land, work hard, sell them sand but don't forget your old master; off he goes to Bahrain; I thought that was the end of it. But in few months he sends me a visa; can you believe that sir? And now here I am, working in Bahrain. The boy works in the adjacent store. We are no more master and servant. We are equal. Now I have not read - 7 Habits of Highly Effective People, but isn’t this an effective approach? Tell me sir, is this possible in your holy land - Mangalapuram?”

This universal brotherhood story didn’t move me. Provoked by my silence I heard lot of praise for Kerala People. How they have captured the Middle East market; how they survive at any place; how a Mallu surprised Tenzing at the top of Everest; how they can do any work and get anything needed in the market. 

At this point I suddenly intervened: “Can you get me, Tiger Balm?”

“You need a tiger?”

“No. Tiger Balm,” I said.

“Oh! A balm for your tiger?”

“No. No. I need Tiger Balm”

“What is that?”

“It’s a balm”

“..for the tigers?”

“No. For human beings”

“Let me see.”

He vanished for fifteen minutes, when he was back he had 2 small bottles of Tiger Balm. I paid for them and came out. 

“Mangalapuram friend!”

I stopped, when I heard someone calling. It was the same person.

“Let me know if you need anything else,” he said, “For the right price I can get you not only the balm but also a real tiger” 

Grandpa’s mistake

I didn’t have much time this vacation; Most of my time was spent for my apartment work. When I was a teenager, it was my dream to own a small house near the river and a small boat. Over the period some how this dream has been replaced by a dream of living in a concrete cement box in the sky. I blame grandpa for this paradigm shift.

Long time back my grandpa had an option of buying a flat in Mumbai for just 1 lac. He didn’t go for it. Not that, he didn’t have money; he had one lac: probably more. He didn’t like the flat being on the 10th floor.  “I don't want to live in the tower of Babylon,” he said.  “I want to live near the grass”. He was a grass root person. 

My mom, the most practical non-artistic person in our family, tried to talk him out of it. "Dad this is a wrong decision," she said, "even your grandchildren will regret it." She was right. I regret it even today.  

Grandpa didn't budge; he built a shelter, in an obscure village, outskirts of Mangalore. Till some time back, this house was in a pathetic state.  We tried a lot to rent/sell the house. No one showed interest. Finally it collapsed one day. Today there is no sign of the old house; instead there is a thick patch of grass where the house stood once.

As of now, the Mumbai flat, the one rejected by grandpa is worth in crores. I can never think of buying that kind of flat. Last time when I visited it, watchman said: “We don’t have any openings.”

“Thank you, you are most kind,” I said.

“Come in December, we may have something,” he said.

“Sure,” I said. 

Nevertheless, not to repeat grandpa’s mistake, I have taken an apartment in Bangalore.  You won’t believe the amount it cost me.  The EMI will be finished only after my death. 

Builder had asked 10 lac down payment. (My ex dream house near the river, with the boat, would have cost me less.) I didn’t have that kind of money. 

When I asked mom, for the down payment, she said: “Are you into drugs?”

Parents no more believe their children! The worst prior generation in the history!

“C’mon mom”

“I know you are into drugs”

“God! Mom I want the money for house.”

“I don’t believe you,” she said, “Let me ask you this. What is the difference between Marijuana and Heroin?”

“What?”

“Answer the question.”

“I don’t know,” I said.

“What is the full form of – LSD?”

“I don’t know”

“Which English word is derived from, - hashshashin; that means, ‘hashish eater’ in Arabic?”

“Mom, how would I know all this?”

“Ok, you are clean,” she said, “Do you really want money for the house?”

“Yes”

“You should be ashamed of yourself to beg money from old parents.”

“I am ashamed of myself. “ I said. 

Mangalore Days

I was busier on my vacation than working days. I attended several weddings; sometimes as many as 3 on a single day. At Ideal, I tried their new delicacy – Tiramisu. It was devine. At night attended buffalo race, Boothada-Kola and Yakshagana. Yakshagana lasted till early in the morning. From there went straight to church for the early morning mass; prayed for everyone, including agnostics and atheists; tasted Kori Rotti and Chicken Sukha at many local restaurants; drank diluted toddy at nameless local joints. 

People seeking donation made my life miserable.

“We are building a stage,” one group said.

“What happened to the stage built last year?”

“Last year we were demolishing the stage, not building,” they said.

“Oh! What happened to the one built last to last year?”

“That’s the one we demolished last year!”

“God! This is so confusing. We have more stages than Shakespeare had plays,” I said; gave them some money. 

Life insurance people crowded me all the time. They were more concerned about my life than my mom. I already have many insurance policies, with a considerable amount at stake. I have a constant fear that my beneficiaries would delve into some kind of plot to avail that money. 

Then something happened. 

Someone got murdered for no reason, near to my home. Few days later there was another murder. This time the victim was from a different religion. Holy places were attacked. Then ladies were attacked in a pub. 

Epilogue

Few weeks back, In Bangalore, I met a middle aged man in the local bus. We talked this and that. He came to know, I am a software engineer.

“My daughter is also going to be a software engineer,” he said proudly, “she just finished her BE and has been campus recruited by Infosys Mangalore.”

“That is very nice,” I said, “I am from Mangalore myself. It is a nice place. We have many temples and beautiful places to visit. I am sure your daughter will enjoy the new place.”

He hesitated for a moment. Then he said: “We are opting for a change of place.”

“Oh! Why?”

“Mangalore is not a safe place,” he said, “She is our only daughter.”

“That way, no place is safe,” I said.

“I know, may be I am just possessive about my daughter.”

“Which place you are opting for?”

“Any place, other than Mangalore,” he said. 

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Arjun, IndiaSaturday, June 05, 2010
RAVI LOBO FOR MANGLORE MP SEAT!

Ravi, you break across sentiments of all people, you should run for Manglore MP as an independent candidate, we all will support you!

On another note, Landing in Manglore has been always a risky affair! Just like you put in your article, the Arrival at Bajpe.

It is not a well known fact that how precariously Bajpe airport is situated. There is a quarry just around the corner. If a pilot presses accelerator instead of brakes - or aeronautical instruments meant for such purposes –then only Gods’ intervention can save the plane. Landing at Bajpe is a nightmare for new pilots.

I always compose a small prayer, just before the landing. “God, please not this time!” just a one liner, but to the point.

When the plane landed this time, I let a deep sigh, children clapped, old people closed prayer books, air hostesses smiled artificially and gave “All OK” look. “Thank you, God” I said. ...It just came true..

Also like Abdul Hameed said, we all were a well knitted family irrespective of our background and religion. We still can be united if we come out with a open mind!
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Adeeb, mangalore/KSAThursday, April 30, 2009
This is really well written. You really refreshed my memory Thatnks a lot. Keep writting(speacially about Mangalore)
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Bail Suresh, BangaloreTuesday, April 14, 2009
Ravi thanks,  like your style of putting across the facts.
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jessie dsouza, mangaloreThursday, April 09, 2009
This is a very nice article Ravi..I enjoyed it. Thank you
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Silwin, BangaloreSunday, March 29, 2009
Bitter truth of life-if we get what we love there is no respect for tears- if we love what ever we get there is no need for tears
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Maxim, KinnigoliSaturday, March 21, 2009
Ravi, Nice article.. remembered the olden days.. keep writing
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Dobin Fernandes, Kemmann, UdupiFriday, March 20, 2009
the article is really well written, stitched nicely to depict the beautiful days mangloreans have lost due to religious fanatism. The Epilogue is mind blowing with the message depicting the fate of religious fanatism!
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R Patrao, MangaloreThursday, March 19, 2009
Nicely written article Ravi. Funny, tickling and at times nostalgic. Keep the articles coming !!
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Rosy,, ChikMangalour/Monday, March 16, 2009
Excellent,Article Mr,Ravi i loved it Great going keep it up. thanks to Dajjiworld.
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kevin, mangaloreSunday, March 15, 2009
Great article Ravi.
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Secular, MangaloreSunday, March 15, 2009
Great Article, keep writing.... What damaged Mangalore's reputation is some foul play by certain sections of the media obviously with ulterior motives. As a proud Mangalorean, I urge all those who feel Mangalore is not safe to pack your bags and leave. The rest who are left behind will be too happy to receive those majority who still feel Mangalore is one of the best cities in India where there are people who are still concerned about the morals of life and do not wish to send their daughters to the pubs.
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Aldrin, New YorkSaturday, March 14, 2009
As expected your article was short, sweet and hilarious... Eagerly waiting for the next one to come......
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Raj Kiran Jampa, Hyderabad/CaliforniaFriday, March 13, 2009
Ravi, Very nice article. I liked it a lot, I liked the way you described your India trip, the airport scenario. But I loved the ending, it was very nicely concluded. great job. I think I you should write a book, something classic like Malgudi days.
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Laila Pinto, Mangalore / KSAFriday, March 13, 2009
Thank you for writing such a humorous article. I always look forward to read them. Many of the thoughts reflected do relate to many of us, but you have the talent to pen them in a unique humorous way.
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sufiyan, mangalore/dubaiFriday, March 13, 2009
Mr.Ravi, you picturised the truth
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F.L.Fernandis, BangaloreFriday, March 13, 2009
Wonderful article.Really this is God given gift.Keep it up.While reading the comments on recent articles i used to be tense,serious,sorrowful etc but after reading article i was laughing till the end.Though it is humerous there is a lot of meaning and it enlightens us where we are standing now.Where are those days when whole neighbourhood were celebrating all festivals like Deepavali,Ayudhapooja,Ganesha festival,Christamas,Id irrespective of caste and creed.Though we laugh while reading the article,it touches directly to heart and makes us to feel.It is a mixture of bitter and sweet.(Bevu and Bella).In my opinion there is not single mistake in this article.Even if you see through magnifying glass also you can not find it.Faultless article.We can expect many more like this and learn this the value of life.
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Veena Pai, MangaloreThursday, March 12, 2009
What we are doing here in the comment section is not much different from the crab behavior the author has already mentioned. This is probably the most harmless article possible. However there are some people who will find fault in everything. The article doesn’t point to any one religion, cult or sect. Also there are no views from the author. The views are that of different characters in the article. Is this the way we encourage our own writers? There is not a single defaming thing in the article. We have seen things worse than what has been mentioned in the article. People should keep aside their differences and encourage positive, awareness articles at these critical times.
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Ronald, UdupiThursday, March 12, 2009
Gone are those days which may never come back! Pleasant memory lasts for ever and ever!!!! Thanks to communal ideology culminators !? You have pushed it far too away beyond return!
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Ronald, UdupiThursday, March 12, 2009
M Bhat, What are you talking about? People are forced to plant a flag and made traffic jams for hours! Enjoy the article. You will regret one day for supporting immorals being in a city like Bombay. Do not support unemployed goons. It is a Kiwi Maathu for you! Mangalore is spoiled, nobody new will come here. Let the ones live who has no choice!
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Charles Noronha, Shirva/RiyadhThursday, March 12, 2009
Dear Ravi, Excellent article. I like your sense of humour. Keep writing. Don’t stop giving the vital message because of the criticism you receive from readers like Abhishek, Mulky.
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CYRIL MASCARENHAS, KIREM/MIRA ROADThursday, March 12, 2009
Hi ravi we enjoyed your article.Few moment we felt that we are in Kinnigoli.Good one,keept it up.cyril
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jessica Dsouza, vamanjore/MumbaiThursday, March 12, 2009
Lovely article i njoyed it do keep writing many more articles more frquently
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SHARAN, Mangalore, BahrainThursday, March 12, 2009
Well written article but it is sad to note your views at the bottom lines. Fully agree with comments made by Latha Mangalore
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Jude, Mangalore DubaiThursday, March 12, 2009
Looks like there are two guilty parties here. Abishek and M. Bhat Mumbai. Its difficult for them to digest the truth. They are like Ostrich's with their heads hidden in sand.
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Agnello, Mangalore/MuscatThursday, March 12, 2009
Joyful reading. I think we Mangaloreans need more sense of humour and have good hearted laugh at ourselves.
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Alex Lobo, bangalore /New ZealandThursday, March 12, 2009
Brilliant, Story well conveyed and non-controversial. Keep it up. My prayer is that the good memories of our beloved Mangalore are not be ruined by a bunch of narrow minded ideologists.
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M.Bhat, MumbaiThursday, March 12, 2009
Manoj Shetty, Karnad Dubai - Your comments about Abhishek Mulky applies too as well.
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Rajendra, MumbaiThursday, March 12, 2009
Hi Ravi, As usual you rock. Nice article.
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Flavia Mathias, Mudarangadi, Mangalore / Dubai, Thursday, March 12, 2009
Hey Dats, nice article, Keep it up..I enjoyed the story of the long hair and the arrival at bajpe airport..
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M.Bhat, MumbaiThursday, March 12, 2009
In the pursuit humorous article the author has degraded himself and Mangalore more.
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mana, BangaloreThursday, March 12, 2009
Well written. Thouroughly enjoyed it. I completely agree with your last statement. Just yesterday i was telling my friends that I dont want to move to bangalore b'cos i wear jeans, western outfits and I dont know how safe mangalore currently is. It is real sad to see that mangalore, the place we love so much has become like this.
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Anil D'souza, Mangalore/USAThursday, March 12, 2009
Why putting down your own place as if other towns and cities are great? Epecially the way you ended the post was quite dissappointing.
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Raina Sequeira, Bejai/dubaiWednesday, March 11, 2009
Ravi, fantastic article....it just refreshed my memories of Mangalore and the funny side of life (insurance). regards to Reema...
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Dennis D'Souza, M'lore/BombayThursday, March 12, 2009
I was born in Mangalore, since my father was based in Bombay we had to move to Bombay that was in the late 40's. Every two years we used to come down to Mangalore for a short holiday, since my uncles, aunties and cousins were in Mangalore those were the best days of my life. We used to travel by ship and arrive in the early hours on a Saturday, after we arrived in my grand parental home in Bejai, I would go up the hill and see the ship still there till it sailed to Cochin on it's onward destination. Mangalore was beautiful then, times have changed, when I read Ravi Lobo's article my thoughts took me back to those old days, at times I look back and see what Mangalore has gone through and I say to my self .....those were the days, Mangalore in all it's beauty and splendor.
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Manoj Shetty, Karnad DubaiWednesday, March 11, 2009
Mr. Lobo, Excellent article, depicts true picture of the place and the pain you have for your native is commendable and if at all our anti-national inhuman racist forces had any of it, Mangalore would have remained a better place. Mr Abhishek Mulky, it appears you are assigned a task by racist forces to demoralise intutive writers. There is a saying in Kannada, "Kumbala kai kalla hegalu mutti nodidha." Why you are disturbed with Mangalore trouble news, Mr Lobo hadn't blamed you or your hate monger brethern.
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Ruben D'souza, Mangalore/SingaporeWednesday, March 11, 2009
Hey Ravi, really well written article, to me the write up brings back the time I was a gulfie kid and used to come over to Mangalore for holidays. It's very disturbing to note that the recent incidents have cast a shadow over Mangalore.
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ashok pai, bangaloreWednesday, March 11, 2009
any news about mangalore, other than it being portrayed as taliban is welcome. media did a great dis-service by tagging "mangalore" and "taliban" together. people all over call mangaloreans to wonder if people were safe and they thought a couple of lakhs of women were in mortal danger of being beaten up.
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Cyrus Dsouza, Kinnigoli/DallasWednesday, March 11, 2009
This is an outstanding piece. Made me all nostalgic!
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Siddiq, Surathkal, Saudi ArabiaWednesday, March 11, 2009
Dear Lobo, Like your sense of humour and style of writing. Keep writing and keep entertaining us.Thanks.
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Stany D' Souza, Kateel / QatarWednesday, March 11, 2009
Nice one. Thanks Ravi for reminding us our childhood in Mangalore. Even though I visit Mangalore "my beloved place" every year, I too miss those days when we were students and enjoyed every bit of it as Mangalorean way of life. You reminded me special occasions in Kateel like yakshagana jatra in April and special veg lunch with puli koddel also feeding bananas to Elephant. I am waiting for those days to come back once again in my life would be a only my dream??
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A.D'Cunha Shenoy, MangaluruWednesday, March 11, 2009
Ravi, good memories of Kudla. some of those who live in mangalore perhaps want to leave mangalore but some of those who have left managalore perhaps want to live in mangalore. I am sure you miss this great place.
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Nagesh Rao, Mangalore/Edison/NJWednesday, March 11, 2009
This write-up has the most shocking ending line, I have ever read. As a regular reader of Ravi's articles, I know what to expect. All his articles are light humorous, makes you relaxed after a long day. However this one particular has a sad tone from the beginning. Even in his funny anecdotes there is a pain underlying. The last line stabs to the heart. The article represents the emotions of all Mangaloreans. With each article he raises the bar. This one probably is his best. Good luck.
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abhishek, mulkyWednesday, March 11, 2009
Mr Lobo..a great work done in defaming your birth place.Mangalore will always be good if all anti-national activities are stopped.
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VINOD KANCHAN, DUBAIWednesday, March 11, 2009
Good Article..good reading
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Peace Lover, Mangaore/QatarWednesday, March 11, 2009
Nice article Ravi. Ask the Bangaloreans to stay in Padmanoor,Kinnigoli
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Santhosh Saldanha, Kateel/CaribbeanWednesday, March 11, 2009
Bobo good jobe re, nice article.....keep up
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Usman Hyder Surathkal, SurathkalWednesday, March 11, 2009
Ravi Lobo.... it made me to read...i think you can be a good writer...keep it up.... most of them are belongs to my books even....which is existing only in my MIND!!!!
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Latha, MangaloreWednesday, March 11, 2009
Ravi, a well written article. Manglore has grown heaps and bounds over the years. Some for good and some for bad. All in all Mangalore is indeed a great place to stay not just then but even today! I do agree off late we have been covered in news for wrong reasons...but its all media hyped (more than the fact). One of my friend calls me up and ask is Mangalore really a Taliban!!! The only reaction i could give was Freak! No....Manglore is safe and unsafe just like any other place. The only change is, its being covered in news today as its the next commercial hub. What is fast changing in Mangalore is the replacement of roof houses to flats and malls. Want to read more of your writings. Kudos!!!
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Abdul Hameed M H, Mangalore/DammamWednesday, March 11, 2009
Dear Ravi,You just reminded me my good old school and college days.Shettys,Kamaths,Pujairs and D`souzas were our good friends and we did not understand the communal divide.Your sense of humor is very touching.Request you to go back to Mangalore again and write some more.
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anita, mangaloreWednesday, March 11, 2009
Ravi, your witty way of conveying the message of the Good Old Days, of Mangalore is just superb, hats off to you, I never miss your articles.Hope will have many more...
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Lesly, udyavar/chennaiWednesday, March 11, 2009
Hey ravi, Wonderful article . your article refreshed few of my memories related to my hometown. thanks for that.
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GURUDATH NAYAK, SURATHKAL/MADAGASCARWednesday, March 11, 2009
NICE NARRATION. HOWEVER THE LAST SENTENCE PAINFULL TO DIGEST.
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Jude, Mangalore DubaiWednesday, March 11, 2009
Very nice article. Hidden inside the humour is genuine sadness and pain at the present state of our city. It must be translated into kannada, konkani and tulu and distributed across Mangalore. Hopefully it might knock some sense into a few misled heads, who are driving us towards ruin.
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Amit, Mangalore / DubaiWednesday, March 11, 2009
Mr. Ravi. Well said about Mangalore and its Beauty. And not the least one line which touched most is “Any place, other than Mangalore,” Its true people think twice to come to Mangalore nowadays. And u people know why it is..
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Francis Lobo, Bejai Mangalore Wednesday, March 11, 2009
A nice and interesting article by Mr.Ravi,which takes me back to my childhood in 60's.There were fields and open grounds to play.Mud or laterite houses to live and mango ,jackfruit to eat.Today with concrete ,Mangalore has changed.We never thought that we are from different community,we played,ate and there was no discord.We had more friends from Hindu,Muslim or any other community than our own. Mangalore of today has changed.This can be surmised by the recent comments made by one of my friend " Sir, in past years ,we celebrated festivals together, be it Deepavali,Christmas,Ramzan,Onam ,it was for all.We never thought calling people for a family function on caste or religious background.Everyone was part of it.But today we think twice before calling any person or attending any function,we have gone in a shell". The beautiful,highly educated Mangalore has started rotting.
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Pearl D'Silva, Mangalore/BangaloreWednesday, March 11, 2009
Nice article Ravi.Entire article from start to end was hilarious along with real life situations.Good one.
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R.LEWIS, MANGALORE/BAHRAINWednesday, March 11, 2009
This article is excellent, I appreciate the contents of this article,keep it up Mr.Ravi.
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Joel, Mangalore/DubaiWednesday, March 11, 2009
Way to go Ravi. All of us have good memories of Mangalore don't we? Apparently recent incidents have sort of marred our memories. Hilarious writing though. If everyone thought of Mangalore as their home, it'd create newer memories to cherish in old age.
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Kareem Kalmata, Riyadh/KSAWednesday, March 11, 2009
another nice artcle from Ravi.. Felt like I juste landed in bajpe going towards mangalore..!! reallly felt nostalgic .. keep writing such articles
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Muhammad Shakeer KS, Alankar/BengaluruWednesday, March 11, 2009
Yes MR Ravi Lobo......!!! 100% Right thanks for your article keep it up....Really it is rocking
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Cynthia DCunha, Neerude - Abu DhabiWednesday, March 11, 2009
Dear Ravi Very well expressed article. Almost everything expressed in this article is matching to all of us during our good old days in Mangalore. Its not the same Mangalore today. I was re-calling my old good days in Mangalore and I was using the same route to Mangalore , Get in Permude ....Bajpe-kavoor-maravoor OR via Bondel to reach Mangalore. It was fun travelling by crowded buses as all were safe to travel. But today its tough for females to travel alone in this crowd. They are beaten for no reason. Our Own Police force , "Manav Rakshak has become Manav Bhakshak" today. Wonderful Article, to re-call our Great Mangalore Regards Cynthia
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Joyer Noronha , KinnigoliTuesday, March 10, 2009
Kudos for this hilarious piece of writing. Some wonderful observations and witty way of conveying them makes your articles so special to us. However, I am yet to come out of the shock that I experienced reading your last statement.
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Theo D'Silva, Kadri, Mangalore/Toronto, CanadaTuesday, March 10, 2009
Ravi, I appreciate your memories of Mangalore which very well connects mine. You have a gift of writing. Please keep it up to entertain the Mangloreans. Thanks, Theo.
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