George Menezes

I am 100 years old, or so I feel, sitting on the banks of the River Mandovi. Not far from my ancestral home on the island of Divar. In Malar to be more exact.
I’m sitting where the old sluice gate or “manos” used to be. And I’m confused about where it has disappeared. At my age I get terribly confused. Maybe it has got to do with something about Goa and liberation that everyone is talking about. (more…)

Some things catch up with you no matter how fast you attempt to run. (more…)

India is not the same any more. Out of the scams and the corruption has risen the Phoenix of hope for more transparency and better governance.

Never mind India. My own personal life has turned all topsy-turvy. (more…)

I love music. Period. Beyond that I cannot make conversation convincingly on the subject of music. (more…)