tastes like home
February 7, 2010
Yesterday, I tasted salt in the ocean, felt the Indian sun on my skin and the hot sand between my toes. I ate fried fish, bhel puri, pani puri and shev batat-puri .
I am home again and loving it so far. Goa is always a mix of emotions for me. It’s where I grew up; and where I now visit like an outsider. It’s filthy in many parts now, very crowded and traffic is crazy, but it has so many memories from my childhood. I love the water, the air and the sand, but dislike how the tourists have taken over the beaches. The land is being sold to foreigners (through loopholes) at extremely low and unfair prices.
For the local people, the review is mixed – some are flourishing from servile deference to foreigners and others are suffering as the world around them changes. Gains from selling ancestral property quickly evaporate with no long term benefit for the seller. But parts of Goa are so beautiful that it is easy to lull the senses into believing all is well. I hope to see another side of Goa over the next few days.